Page 5 of Wagered to the Orc
I gasped at the sudden motion, and grabbed for the orc, wrapping my other hand around his waist to keep from falling from the horse’s back without a saddle to cling to.
Korvak’s elbow pressed my arm into place, as if holding me against him. Keeping me safe?
“Effie! Effie!” Sorcha’s calls and Roxanna’s enraged screams faded as we galloped away, and I pressed my forehead against the broadback in front of me.
They were behind me.
The unknown awaited.
And I was now owned by an orc.
Keeping my sobs silent, I let my tears fall freely.
Chapter 2
Korvak
Gods below, her tears soaked my kilt, and I had no idea what to do.
For one thing, the sensation was unpleasant, making me want to squirm atop the horse, to release the sticky wool from my skin. But more importantly, the little human was miserable, and I wasn’t sure if ‘twas her fear or pain which made her cry.
Had Moltar not been my cousin, I would’ve challenged him for that blow.
‘Twas not honorable to hit a female, even a human. Especially one so weak and delicate as the one which now clung to me.
Clung to me as if her life depended on me.
It does.
Scowling, I urged the horse faster.
The gelding needed no accoutrements to understand my requirement; he was well trained. Just as a lead was unnecessary for the mare galloping behind us—she would follow my direction, trusting I would only ask what she could give.
My one talent was training these horses, and the Bladesedge clan appreciated it. I knew my brothers and others envied my skill when it came to riding, but I envied them the ease with which they moved among our clan.
Not me.
I preferred to be alone.
‘Twas easier that way.
The little human’s fingers moved, clutching at my belt, mayhap finding a more comfortable position, and I was reminded again of her discomfort.Mydiscomfort.
Thanks to my brother’s command and my stupid impulsivity, I was now stuck with her for the next fortnight.
Even worse, she was stuck withme.
“What’s yer name?” I growled,surprising myself.
She startled, and I pressed my free palm against her hand, ensuring she wouldn’t fall. I also slowed the horses slightly, so I could hear her over the pounding of their hooves.
A few moments went by, and I imagined her gaining control of her tears.
Finally: “Effie,” she sniffed.
Ah, that’s what the other females had called after her.
“Effie,” I murmured. “Ye are…a servant?”
