Page 32 of King of Knights

“But couldn’t she hurt someone or herself like this?”

“Also a task the guardians oversee. She will not actualize her powers and abilities until she finds her true mate. Something we must do now. Come, we are close.”

Nausea fills me and I’m not sure if it’s because I will see this woman with my love or if it’s the baby. I go with the latter as my belly warms and a sharp pain runs across my back.

I whimper but manage to stay upright. Yanique squeezes my hand and starts us on our way. After a moment, I’m able to lend my help.

We seem to move faster this time. When we stop, it’s so abrupt it’s like running into a wall. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Here, this is when he finds her,” Yanique says.

Slowly, I open my eyes. I stand frozen in a room filled with mirrors. My gaze lands upon my love.

His looks have changed. It’s not just the clothing. His hair is shorter and has grayed some, but his face is still the same.

I didn’t know his kind could age at all if this is what you would call it. Oddly, it’s just his hair. There are no other changes to mark the passage of time.

However, the thing that takes my breath away is the way he is looking at the woman before him. I turn my gaze to her. She’s gorgeous.

So much smaller than me, but she has a body full of curves. The black dress she has on is formfitting—not modest at all. Her bust and hips are on display. However, her face is stunning, distracting the eye from anything else.

She has bright honey-brown eyes and reddish-brown wavy locks. Her lips are full and look so lush on her pretty face. I don’t think Kendrick would be able to resist her even if she wasn’t his true mate.

“This is her again?” I ask bitterly.

“Yes, this is her. Can you not feel it? She is powerful in her own right. It lies dormant within her, but there is so much power there.”

“She looks so young,” I murmur.

“She is thirty to your thirty and one. Only a year younger than you in our time.”

“I want to leave this place,” I say, turning my back.

Yanique places a hand on my shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze. “Sister, remember what we are here for,” she says softly.

I try to fight back the tears. “He has found his true mate. I am nothing more than a distant memory. I don’t want to see this.”

She turns me to face her and cups my face in her hands as she places her forehead to mine. I’ve done this a million times when she was still very young and frustrated with her training. In this moment, it goes a long way to comfort me as it reminds me of our mother, who did the same for me.

“Whether you want to see this or not is not the reason we are here. You know what we came to do. We must focus on this,” she says.

The tears begin to fall and anger me. I hate crying. There’s never time for tears.

“I don’t know if I can do this. This is my child. That is my love, he is mine.”

She swipes at my tears with her thumbs. “Not anymore. I told you that spell had repercussions. Give me your hands. We must let our sisters know we are ready.”

Quick Thinking

The amulet took me to the village just as the fires were set. It was enough to strike fear in my heart. Those fires could have easily gotten out of control.

Those soldiers were under the bishop’s orders. If he could so thoughtlessly place a village in danger, he would have no problem harming my son to get what he wants. Ben is only ten years old. He’s innocent in all of this.

As true fear and the severity of the situation set in, I followed after the sisters. That was not an easy task. I thought I had taken an arrow through the heart until I realized the amulet shields me from attacks. The arrow passed right through me without doing any harm.

I wasn’t expecting them to enter that cave late last night. It gives off a warning vibe as if no one should trespass or enter without invitation. I haven’t entered. I’ve been watching.

“He will come,” I mutter to myself.

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