Free Everliving Kings (the Heroes of Darkness Saga) by JD Ravynsmoon

Should I have invited you to watch or are you more of the join right in type?” she snapped back.
    Brewer’s eyes went wide as his face flushed over red at her bold line of questioning. “My lady that is not what I meant! I just…well I…”
    Anya smiled at how uncomfortable she had made him and was not about to let him off the hook just yet. “You know I can’t tell by the tone of your voice if the thought of me with another woman disgusts you or intrigues you.”
    The sheriff shifted his stance as he suddenly found his tights uncomfortable, “My lady please! That is not funny! Who you choose to make love to is none of my concern, I just w…”
    She cut him off once more with a wave of her hand, “You see, you have no understanding of what you are saying! Julnar is my creation, my gift to the world. What we share is far more intimate then a simple biological function. Comparing a Risen relationship to human sexual contact would be like taking a blind man to view a painting blindfolded. What Risen share would be more like standing naked on a beach, feeling the surf around your ankles, feeling the sand pull out from under your feet as the tide pulls away. Feeling the sun warm every inch of your body while the wind and sea spray cool you off, giving you Goosebumps with the wind whipping through your hair. Tasting the salt air, smelling the fresh ocean breeze as it competes with the rotting stench of seaweed. Hearing the surf pounding the reefs as the seagulls shriek then to open your eyes and see the view. See the vast ocean blue, the bright sunlit sky and the white of distant clouds… now you tell me if those two experiences are even remotely the same.”
    Brewer took a deep breath, cleared his throat and shook his head, “My lady, I merely meant that technically you are still a prisoner, and I would like very much to be informed of any…visitors you may have. I have provided you with these … accommodations out of both a respect for your station and as a courtesy for our mutual working relationship, but having the outward appearance that you are the one in charge here may damage our plans for the future. Had you simply told me of her I would have kept the servants away.”
    Anya nodded her head, “As you wish. If you like I will introduce you to her tonight at dinner, she is stable now.”
    The sheriff frowned in concern, “Stable? Are you saying she is some kind of danger?”
    Anya smiled, “No not anymore. I am sure your cleaning girls told you I took her in here and have not opened the door for them all week and that is true, but you must understand it was best for all that way. You see we were separated for three months on our journey to this kingdom, and that is dangerous for an infected to be away from her creator for so long. She is a strong willed young lady but even so the madness was closing in on her. That is why I have kept her in here with me the whole time. I had to feed her…in many ways and be sure she did not succumb to the darkness.”
    Brewer wiped a hand across his close cropped beard. “I thought you said your kind does not like…procreating.”
    Anya smiled again and ignored the obvious wisecrack. “I did say we don’t like to create more of our kind, yes, but this was not my idea. Julnar and her brother Tarik are members of a group of warrior Moors that swore loyalty to me. They insisted I take two of their members as my own children to prove this loyalty to me.” She answered with a shrug.
    The sheriff’s eyes went wide, “So we can e xpect another Risen to show up? Wait, Moorish warriors? Do you mean to say she is an Assim!?”
    The Risen had to admit she was enjoying watching him squirm. “Yes, Tarik is still out there and yes they were with the Assassim. You need not worry though they are not here to kill you.”
    Brewer frowned again, “I do hope you will i nform me when your other…child arrives. I will explain to the servants they are not to bother you or your…lady in