Page 149

Nathair finally relinquished the wounded female in his arms – straight to the Anzúli.Only she can help.

“My sweet baby,” Tahlia cooed as she brushed the side of Linh’s face. She turned to Nathair slightly, and her eyes crinkled and bowed with wary gratitude. “Thank you for bringing her here.”

The Anzúli tilted her mask up to Nathair. “Would you be willing to stay here until I return? I will need toextractsome of your venom to help her.”

Nathair shuddered at what they could possibly mean.Whatever will aid Linh.He gave a stern nod, willing to do anything to help his little nightingale so she would sing again.

They turned to take her away, and Nathair grabbed her father’s arm.

“I want her back,” Nathair signed, gripping the male hard.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand,” Kai responded, looking down at Nathair’s grip but not trying to break away from it. “We’ll look after her.”

That wasn’t good enough. Nathair let out a growl.

He pointed to Linh, then to himself. He pointed to his chest, to his very heart, to show what that female meant to him.

Kai turned to shake his head with a lack of understanding. Yet, he curled his index fingers again, and pointed his knuckles downwards at the ground. Once more, Nathair didn’t know what it meant, and the language barrier between them was just too vast.

Nathair whimpered.He doesn’t understand what that female means to me.And Nathair was watching her being rushed away, both females sprinting as if time was of the essence. His grasp on the male tightened, alongside his heart constricting.

“Let him go, Duskwalker,” one of the soldiers demanded.

He stepped closer with his large axe, forcing Nathair to let go. If he stubbornly fought now, he would become enraged and terrorise the town and its occupants – one of them being his little female.I must not act like a monster.

Her father stepped back, but Nathair did have a question.

He grabbed the male’s forearm once more to tug him closer. He let go only to wave his hands to the side and made his orbs turn dark yellow, hoping one would show he had a big fucking question mark.

The male furrowed his brows at him, his lips pursing in confusion.

Nathair then stuck up his pinkie finger, curled the next two downwards, and straightened his index and thumb so they made an L shape. He shook his hand towards the male.

What does this mean?Why had that little female currently being carted away giggled as she did the gesture towards him?He wanted to know its meaning, if it was important, if it would... help the situation.

Kai’s features dropped as he looked down at Nathair’s hand – even his lips parted, and his eyes widened.

“Come on. Let’s go,” the sword-wielding soldier commanded, grabbing Kai by the arm to drag him towards the town. “We need to keep you safe.”

With a horrified expression, her father stumbled as he said, “Did she sign that at you?”

Nathair pointed at him and nodded, just as he needed to back up when the axe wielder stepped forward. His weapon glinted in the sun, while his yellow teeth flashed behind a bush of facial hair.

“No more talking, Duskwalker,” he demanded, not showing an ounce of fear. “We’ll keep the little lass safe. Now fuck off back to the forest where you belong.”

The growling hiss that rattled from Nathair was deadly as he lowered himself to the male’s height. His tanned features paled when Nathair parted his maw, bared his fangs, and gave him a menacing, venom-flicking hiss as his back fins flared. His orbs shone bright crimson.

Fucking make me.

“Callum, get inside,” the sword wielder yelled, his lean yet tall frame walking next to Kai. “You’d be a dumbass to take on a Duskwalker by yourself.”

Kai kept looking back at Nathair with his eyes stark. There was no fear in his scent, but he cupped his stubbled jaw as he took Nathair in from a distance.

The axe wielder, Callum, wrinkled one side of his nose before backing up a few steps. It appeared he didn’t wish to give Nathair his overtly muscular back. The distrust in his gaze was unmistakable, as was his disgust.

“You’re lucky you brought her back alive,” Callum sneered, before grossly spitting on the ground. The action was lost on Nathair, as he didn’t know what spitting meant in this context.

Nathair watched them enter the gates before they temporarily closed them. By the general lack of clacking and cluttering, he knew they hadn’t locked them.