"Janrae Frank - Journey of Sacred King 1 - My Sister's Keeper" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

revealing the hidden enchantary gate connecting Margren's bedroom to an arcane
fortress concealed beneath the ground on a distant bluff crowned by ancient ruins.

"Mephistis?" Margren sat up, crossed her legs, and made more room for the almost
gaunt, young mon to emerge at her side. She opened her arms, reaching to draw him
into them as she did on their frequent trysting only to draw back again at the grim
expression in his eyes.

"Ladonys has sent for your sister," Mephistis whispered softly into her ear.

Margren's large, doe-like eyes widened, "No! She mustn't come back! She mustn't.
I'd... I'd shrivel up and die if she came back..."

"She's sent the one person your sister can't refuse: Brendorn," his voice was soft
with a very slight lilt, so unlike the Sharani, Margren's race, seductive even in its
seriousness.

Margren sucked in a deep breath, steadying herself, her eyes going suddenly hard as
black ice. "Then our agent will have to get there first."

"I've also sent people to stop Brendorn from reaching her."

"Good. What can a silly flower tender do?" she said, anger edging her voice now.
"Even if he is her lovemate... a gardener."

"Don't underestimate him, my love. He may not know how to fight, but he is sylvan.
His woodscraft is great."

Margren turned away from Mephistis, folding her arms across her stomach. "First
you tell me not to worry, now you tell me to worry."

"Not at all. Just to be very careful." Mephistis wrapped his comforting arms around
her, his black goatee tickling her neck as he pressed his face into the back of her
cheek. "Besides, the Blade of Nine Souls is nearly done. Not even a paladin of
Aroana can fight that."

"Ha'taren," Margren said, supplying the Sharani word for the paladins of the God
Aroana. "She got everything I ever wanted handed to her on a platter as if she'd
earned it. But she's not ha'taren any longer. She's wallowing in the filthy gutters of
Vorgensburg with the rest of the pigs she attracts. Now her filthy lifemates, Ladonys
and Brendorn, think they're going to bring her back here to tear up my life... rip all
my plans and dreams to pieces all over again... For all I know they're bringing her
back to rip my heart out despite all the oaths and promises she made not to. Oaths
don't mean much to one who abandoned her faith, her god and her family тАУ her
small child."

"I won't let her touch you. If she comes, she dies. If she doesn't come, she dies.
You are very, very safe, My Love." He felt her trembling with rage as his hands
slipped beneath her robe to cup her breasts.