Queen of Dragons: Steamy Fantasy Erotic Romance (Dragon nights Book 1) by Tasha Bell Page B
Authors: Tasha Bell
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coming with you, you and your rebel friends can murder me if you
like, if I stay here I’m dead anyway.”
Christian grimaced.
“Just don’t slow me down.” he said.
***
Viviana staggered in
the snow, her feet catching on an unseen rock. They had been walking towards
the pass all day and Christian had barely said a word to her, barely acknowledged
her presence. Sometimes when she was walking ahead she would feel his eyes upon
her, she had fallen asleep after lunch, a chicken stolen from a local barn and
roasted over a makeshift campfire, and when she awoke she had found him
standing over her, but apart from brief exchanges about directions they
journeyed in silence. The air grew thinner as they climbed. For the last few
hours it had been snowing heavily and Viviana could feel her fingers and toes
sliding into a deadly numbness.
“We’re not going to
make it over the pass.” She shouted to him over the blizzard. “The snow is too
strong, I can’t see the path. We’re going to end up falling down a canyon or
lost with frostbite. We should head back to that last lodge and wait it out for
a few days.”
That afternoon they
had passed a lodge just below the treeline where the scrubby forest gave way to
bare mountain top. Viviana had traded her fine antique necklace, a locket with
a picture of her mother and father painted in miniature inside, for some thick
furs they could wear to cross the treacherous pass. She was certain the
necklace was worth far more than the old hides, maybe the owner would put them
up with food and board for a few days in return for her generosity.
Christian brought
his face close to hers, making sure he could be heard over the noise of the
wind and the thick furs Viviana wore over her ears. “If we wait a few days the
pass will close and we’ll be stuck on this side until the spring.” Said
Christian. “How long is the owner of that lodge going to hide us before he
starts talking? If we want to avoid being caught by Bates and his men we need
to get over that pass tonight.”
Viviana said
nothing, the light was fading fast and the white of the icy cliffs illuminated
everything, creating a gloomy drawn-out twilight, she could feel the ghosts of
all the travellers who had died in the pass swirling around her in the
blizzard. The snow stung her eyes as it whipped into her face, half blinding
her, there was no way they could carry on.
“Christian listen to
me. If we carry on walking in this weather we’re both going to die tonight.
This isn’t a stroll through the fields of The Vale, this is a mountain top,
there are cliffs on both sides of us, and we need to wait for the blizzard to
stop.” She paused hoping her point would sink in. “What use are you to the
rebellion as a frozen corpse in the bottom of some ravine?” She said.
“Fine.” Said
Christian. He walked over to a snow drift and began hacking at it viciously
with his stick.
“What are you
doing?” asked Viviana surprised and scared by the ferocity of his actions.
He knelt down and
starting heaving away the loosened snow. “I’m building a snow-cave. I did learn
some things from my time in the north,” he said. “We can wait for the storm to
blow out and then carry on in the morning without losing any ground.”
Viviana watched him
work, amazed at the raw power in his movements, after an hour he had dug a
small tunnel that sloped upwards into the snow drift. Viviana occasionally saw
his hands emerge as he pushed out more snow which she kicked away down the
mountainside. She was starting to shiver even through her thick furs and she
couldn’t feel either of her feet. After what seemed like an eternity she heard
Christian shout, “Come inside.” And she bent down to climb through the narrow
tunnel. Ahead it was pitch black, but she saw Christian’s face illuminated as
he struck his tinder. He was crouched on a small outcrop of rock trying to
build a fire with the bundle of sticks he carried on his back. Above him
like, if I stay here I’m dead anyway.”
Christian grimaced.
“Just don’t slow me down.” he said.
***
Viviana staggered in
the snow, her feet catching on an unseen rock. They had been walking towards
the pass all day and Christian had barely said a word to her, barely acknowledged
her presence. Sometimes when she was walking ahead she would feel his eyes upon
her, she had fallen asleep after lunch, a chicken stolen from a local barn and
roasted over a makeshift campfire, and when she awoke she had found him
standing over her, but apart from brief exchanges about directions they
journeyed in silence. The air grew thinner as they climbed. For the last few
hours it had been snowing heavily and Viviana could feel her fingers and toes
sliding into a deadly numbness.
“We’re not going to
make it over the pass.” She shouted to him over the blizzard. “The snow is too
strong, I can’t see the path. We’re going to end up falling down a canyon or
lost with frostbite. We should head back to that last lodge and wait it out for
a few days.”
That afternoon they
had passed a lodge just below the treeline where the scrubby forest gave way to
bare mountain top. Viviana had traded her fine antique necklace, a locket with
a picture of her mother and father painted in miniature inside, for some thick
furs they could wear to cross the treacherous pass. She was certain the
necklace was worth far more than the old hides, maybe the owner would put them
up with food and board for a few days in return for her generosity.
Christian brought
his face close to hers, making sure he could be heard over the noise of the
wind and the thick furs Viviana wore over her ears. “If we wait a few days the
pass will close and we’ll be stuck on this side until the spring.” Said
Christian. “How long is the owner of that lodge going to hide us before he
starts talking? If we want to avoid being caught by Bates and his men we need
to get over that pass tonight.”
Viviana said
nothing, the light was fading fast and the white of the icy cliffs illuminated
everything, creating a gloomy drawn-out twilight, she could feel the ghosts of
all the travellers who had died in the pass swirling around her in the
blizzard. The snow stung her eyes as it whipped into her face, half blinding
her, there was no way they could carry on.
“Christian listen to
me. If we carry on walking in this weather we’re both going to die tonight.
This isn’t a stroll through the fields of The Vale, this is a mountain top,
there are cliffs on both sides of us, and we need to wait for the blizzard to
stop.” She paused hoping her point would sink in. “What use are you to the
rebellion as a frozen corpse in the bottom of some ravine?” She said.
“Fine.” Said
Christian. He walked over to a snow drift and began hacking at it viciously
with his stick.
“What are you
doing?” asked Viviana surprised and scared by the ferocity of his actions.
He knelt down and
starting heaving away the loosened snow. “I’m building a snow-cave. I did learn
some things from my time in the north,” he said. “We can wait for the storm to
blow out and then carry on in the morning without losing any ground.”
Viviana watched him
work, amazed at the raw power in his movements, after an hour he had dug a
small tunnel that sloped upwards into the snow drift. Viviana occasionally saw
his hands emerge as he pushed out more snow which she kicked away down the
mountainside. She was starting to shiver even through her thick furs and she
couldn’t feel either of her feet. After what seemed like an eternity she heard
Christian shout, “Come inside.” And she bent down to climb through the narrow
tunnel. Ahead it was pitch black, but she saw Christian’s face illuminated as
he struck his tinder. He was crouched on a small outcrop of rock trying to
build a fire with the bundle of sticks he carried on his back. Above him
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