Enjoy this rough wip excerpt from part 2 of THE IMMORTALS! (sorry about the fb formatting xP)
“Why did you step in front of my sword,” Ivo whispered. “I could have killed you.”
The lines at the corners of his eyes deepened, and his full mouth twisted in despair.
“You wouldn’t have. You didn’t.” Emaranthe smiled broadly, but her lips trembled and somewhere in her chest something ached. “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t.” Ivo growled. He spun on his heel and strode away, his boots clanking against the cold, unfeeling iron. He vanished down the staircase in the dark.
“Ivo?” Emaranthe cried out, aghast. “Wait!”