Sparks Saga #3
“Keeping them alive was harder than I ever thought possible.”
The devoted lover and proud father Lark is on the verge of losing it all. His abilities are slowly fading without reason and his enemies are looming ever closer. He has mere days to prepare for war and earn the allegiance of the Nakben tribes, none of which are eager to fight for a foreign queen.
With his life and family hanging in the balance, Lark enters enemy territory, but he doesn’t realize just how weak he’s become.
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Necuametl approached us mere seconds after our arrival.
“We expected the queen to honor our victory,” the new leader of Quetzal said with a bow. “She mocks us by sending her favorite with her jewelry.” Necuametl’s eyes fell to the iron chain around my waist.
I seethed in anger.
Younger than his predecessor by twenty years, the new leader had only fourteen summers to his name. His hair was braided above his right ear and fell straight across his shoulders in the back. He was larger than most his age and had been taught to fight, the lessons obvious in the way he carried himself. His dark eyes were fierce and intelligent. I needed no memory from Lahuatl. Necuametl was obviously dangerous.
But Khea wanted him here, although I still didn’t know why. And I wouldn’t risk waking her to find out.
I would just have to watch my back—and belly—in the meantime.
“She’s a new mother. And we weren’t expecting you for three days.” A small group of nearby Nakbens quieted to listen to my reply. They watched our interaction carefully—a little too carefully.
“We’ve sailed across the Northos and defeated your enemy for you. The least she can do is get out of bed.”
“Watch your tongue. She gave you no command. You sailed for yourself and at your own risk.”
“That sounds like a challenge.” Necuametl’s fox eyes flared with the prospect of bloodshed.
“You’ll know the sound of my challenge when it comes. I won’t be caught unaware with a knife in my gut.” I said it as off-handedly as I could, but still his head tilted just enough to know he caught my meaning. His thread was awash in nervous questions, but outwardly, he was still brazen. I wondered if anyone really knew him at his core.
“Tell your warriors, and Manauia’s as well, to come back in three days. You’ll get your ceremony when the queen is ready, and not before.”
“We’ll be happy to wait here, my prince.” His tone toyed with my title.
“Fine.” If I disliked the idea of Necuametl and the ceremony before, now I hated it. The last thing I needed was a conniving, murderous Nakben staying at the palace at length. I had enough to worry about.
“And Manauia sailed back to Coyotl with his spearhunters. He declined to be honored at your so-called ceremony.”
I couldn’t help but laugh under my breath. Of course he did.
Then another thought struck me. “These are all Quetzals.” My eyes scanned the room, the hundreds of skilled warriors that already killed troops loyal to Lheda and Mathias.
“Yes, my prince. These warriors are under my command. They put twelve Takla Mayan ships on the bottom of the Northos. We gave the soldiers to the sea goddess, as she prefers.”
Necuametl had no idea how right he was.