Title: Twenty-One Arrow Salute
Author: Kasia Bacon
An archer?s heart is a hard target to hit?
Luckily, the Queen?s Guards are good shots!
Verhan T?rry?s of Black Mountain is a handful.
Freshly enlisted in the Highland Regiment, he does all he can to steer clear of responsibility and commitment. Just not his cup of mead, that. Loose of tongue and even looser of morals, he rarely misses an opportunity to get into trouble?and into the other archers? knickers, too.
In a unit composed almost entirely of Dark Elves, Hernan Seinn?s, with his green eyes and auburn hair, is an outsider. When Verhan, up the creek again, is blackmailed into helping Hernan, he never expects to fall for him. But during the long hours spent training Hernan for the Honour Guard, feelings strike the Highlander right in the heart?and with the force of an arrow.
Unversed in relationships, Verhan finally plucks up enough courage to tell Hernan how he feels, only to drive the Asirhw?nian away instead. If Verhan can swallow his pride, he might get one last chance to show Hernan what he means to him?and maybe this time he can hit the mark.
Taking a step too wide, Hernan faltered at the very end, finishing the last form at the wrong angle. The error turned his stance rigid, his poise evaporating before my eyes.
?Not bad. For an Asirhw?nian,? I grinned and winked. ?Let?s repeat it a few more times without stopping. I want to try something. Close your eyes and picture the forms in your mind. I?ll be behind you, guiding your steps, alright??
Slowly, I approached him from the rear and placed my hands on his hips.
That first time I touched him, my heart downright assailed my rib cage, beating out a rhythm violent enough to cause me internal damage. To my dismay, I felt more riled up by that innocent contact than the last time I had my trousers around my ankles and a bulky sergeant pressed against the wall. Silently swearing, I tried shutting down those thoughts and refocusing.
And so we moved in a half circle, gliding through the air, in tune with one another.
The sweet spiciness of his scent reminded me of darh?. Hyperaware of the warmth emanating from his body, I lost all sense of time. It might?ve been a few minutes or an hour before we came to a stop.
As if bewitched, both of us remained still. It was Hernan who eventually turned his head to the side. He looked up at me over his shoulder.
The air seemed to shimmer around him, the edges of my vision distorted. I took in his smooth, flushed skin embellished with a few freckles. His slightly parted lips, plump and rosy. His wide, pale eyes, as green as a forest fern. All the colours that defined him filled me with a sense of wonder.
A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, KASIA BACON lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. She has a mild coffee and lemon tart addiction. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor?located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.
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