Page 69 of The Savage Vow
“You cannot go against— Nargol. That in itself would be suicide,” Makhel whispered.
“You think so little of me that you think I am not powerful enough to go against the troll warlord?” Nargol’s lips cracked into her infamous smile.
Her sister hated when she smiled during battle.
She said it made her look a little deranged.
Well, maybe she wasn’t too far off the mark.
They were all about to see how crazy she truly was.
“You plan to kill them all. The ones holding your mate?”
It was then Nargol moved. She went over to bed where her satchel sat and picked it up. There were more weapons in it aswell as supplies she hadn’t needed since being in the village. She hefted it up onto her shoulder with her bow. Her smile stretched from ear to ear.
“If they stand in my way of my mate, then yes.”
There would be no hesitation. No doubt. Makhel sighed again and ran a hand over her face.
“I will ride to Udenia and tell your father everything,” she said.
“And you will return with an army,” Nargol said. A small twinge of relief entered her chest, sliding under the rage that filled her.
Makhel went over and closed her bag and turned back to Nargol.
“I just want you to promise me one thing.” Makhel walked over to the door. Her hand paused on it, and she looked over her shoulder at Nargol.
Nargol arched an eyebrow.
“Do not die before I get back,” she said.
For the first time since Orlena had been taken, something almost like dark humor flickered through Nargol.
“I make no promises,” she said honestly.
“Of course you don’t,” Makhel groaned.
They left the room together. They didn’t bother checking out of the inn. Their lack of return should be enough. Outside, the tension in the air was palpable. Orcs lingered outside, pretending not to watch. Conversations hushed. Eyes followed them as they arrived back to their shukans.
Nargol’s gaze swept the area. Suspicion burned in her gut. Who among them knew what was going on here in this village? Were they all hoping to be spared by Rujin? Who among them had helped with the insurrection? Who was helping bring the troll warlord here? She would find out.
Eventually, everything that was done in the dark would be brought to light.
Torch lifted his head the moment he saw her. His ears flicked forward. He stomped once, the impatient beast. His powerful muscles rippled underneath his thick coat.
Nargol pressed her forehead briefly to his.
“We ride, my friend,” she murmured.
Makhel mounted first. They faced each other one last time beneath the dim glow of lantern light.
“This is where we part,” Makhel said quietly.
“For now,” Nargol replied.
“Bring her back,” Makhel said.
“I will.”
