Dreams of a Dark Warrior (Immortals After Dark 11) - Page 5

"I have to go with you to find Lucia."

"In this I will not bend, Reginleit. You are vulnerable. You can be harmed. And that I could not abide."

Before he doused the candles, he leaned over to press a quick kiss against her hair, then chucked her under the chin. "Brightling, the time till you're grown will pass slowly for me. Every night, I will dream of the woman You'll become."

He returned to his pallet, and in the dark she saw his eyes closed and his lips curled, as if with anticipation.

She inwardly sighed. You will never see me grown, warlord. But from time to time, I might think of the stubborn mortal who was kind to me.

-ii-

Nine years later

"What are you doing, sister?" Lucia the Archer demanded as she barged into Regin's room.

Though Regin had hoped to slip away this night from the manor house she shared with Lucia, her sister's huntress senses were too acute.

I should probably lie. Yet out spilled the truth: "I am deciding which garments will best please a warlord."

Lucia gasped, her hands falling to the bow she always wore strapped over her body. As her fingers nervously plucked the string, she said, "You are seeking out that berserker?"

She nodded. Regin would become a full immortal soon and, as she'd finally been warned, her desires were growing overwhelming.

When she imagined fulfil ing them, only one man's face arose in her mind. Just as Aidan had predicted, she needed him now. "He's near. His army is camped within the dark woods."

Over the years, as she and Lucia had sought out other Valkyrie on this plane and others, Regin had often heard tales of her berserker. He was little closer to his gift of immortality, having spent more time searching for her than for battles to win. And already he had forty winters.

He was said to be changed-his beastlike nature even more dominant. He was quick to conflict, letting his berserkrage free at the earliest provocation.

And yet she couldn't stop thinking of him.

"Now, shall I wear the nigh-transparent skirt"-Regin tapped her chin-"or the trews that encase me like a second skin?"

Lucia sputtered.

"Yes, well said, Lucia. Males do ogle me more when I wear the trews." She pulled them on over her generous backside-with effort-then lay on the bed to tie the tight laces. Next she donned a sleeveless leather vest with a plunging neckline. Though it covered her br**sts, the vest bared her midriff.

Lucia had begun to pace. "We've talked of this."

"You talked of this," Regin said as she braided her hair into a dozen haphazard plaits around her face. The rest she left flowing. "I averred nothing."

Lucia wanted her to join the Skathians-the celibate archeress order she herself had entered-but Regin was too curious about coupling, too eager to discover what the warlord's secretive smile that night had promised.

Yet that wasn't the only reason she would seek him out. Though he'd been so stubborn and arrogant, he'd also laughed with her and enjoyed her humor. Over these years, men had gazed at her with lust, reverence, and even, on occasion, respect-but Aidan had looked at her as no man had since.

With appreciation. He'd appreciated her exactly as she was.

"To seek him out is madness, Regin. He believes that he alone will possess you. Like some ... some thing, some object. He will never let you go!"

"Then he will not have me to begin with. We will make a bargain for three months, or for nothing." She would explore her attraction to him, slake these drives, and loosen the hold he had over her.

Regin dug into her copious chest of jewels-containing no glittering stones, of course. She decided on adornments of polished gold. Males grew fascinated with how she made it glow. She donned serpentine bands of it around her upper arms and a circlet crown with strands to dip over her forehead.

"If you must do this, choose another male, any but a berserker! They're animals, and I do not use that word lightly," Lucia said, her eyes still haunted by her own encounter with a male nine years ago.

The man she'd thought she loved had been a monster in disguise, one who'd turned on her, harming her in unspeakable ways.

Regin had been right to worry-and to leave Aidan behind. If I'd been but a single day later ...

"I cannot choose another male. Else break an oath." It seemed her brash words from all those years ago had come back to haunt her. "I vowed to Aidan that I would be as faithful to him as he was to me.

Lucia, rumors hold that he's forsaken all others. If 'tis true ..."

Yet this only alarmed Lucia. "An insatiable beast lurks within him, one that wants only to rut and conquer and possess. I hope to the gods, for your sake, he's not tried to leash it for nearly a decade."

"I am going to him," Regin said simply as she turned toward the stairs. Her mind was made up. She wasn't one to debate things with herself. She rarely pondered, never mul ed. She acted.

Lucia sighed, fol owing her down to the front entrance. "Then for once, be circumspect." At the door, she handed Regin her hooded cloak. "Survey the situation before you stride into his army's camp as if you own it. Promise me."

"Very well." Regin shrugged into the cloak, then stepped outside, glancing at the darkening sky. A spring storm neared. "Wish me luck," she said cheerily, leaving Lucia to pluck her bowstring with disapproval.

Regin set off across the countryside, hurrying through melting ice fields into the forest. She was so eager that she easily outpaced the oncoming storm.

As she neared Aidan's encampment, she heard women's voices among the men's. Camp wenches, as usual. What bawdy scenes would she come across this time?

Perhaps Aidan had a bedmate this very night.

The thought made her claws straighten with aggression. He vowed to me. Yet though she would feel betrayed, her desires were growing so intense that she might just toss the woman away and take her place.

Nay. If he'd broken his oath, she would not gift him with her innocence.

I have to know. ... At the edge of a central clearing, she leapt into a tree, adjusting her cloak to keep her glow concealed. Around a great fire sat berserkers of every stripe, all with women or jugs of mead or both clasped in their meaty fists.

Except for one.

Aidan.

He sat off to one side on a long bench, his blond head in his hands. He looked to be squeezing his temples.

Brandr, that cur, sat beside him with a wench in his lap and one hand up her skirt, fondling her backside. With his other hand, he clapped Aidan on the shoulder. "There will be other leads, friend."

"I felt so certain." He raised his head, revealing a miserable expression. "Last night, I dreamed I'd found her."

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