Conviction Awakened

LAVIOLETTE CONVICTION AWAKENED

By

PAULA CALLOWAY JEN SUITS

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Prologue cruel, hard and callous since one fateful night Cold, changed his life, Maxwell cared little for the opinion of

others, rarely gave his and kept his emotions and thoughts very private. His steady gaze riveted to the hips of a particular human woman on her way up the stairs, he leaned back in his chair and raised his mug. A few hours later, he snuck up to the room where the courtesan rested. He stealthily unlocked the door, entered the room and secured the door behind him. His gaze never left the sleeping woman as he stripped. He drew his dagger from its sheath and strolled to the bed. “Wake up.” Betsy Lou stirred from her dream. “Maxwell, how—” “Shh.” Maxwell took her hand and kissed her palm. Her other hand reached around his neck to pull him closer in a gesture of consent. He shrugged off her touch, released her and straightened. The moonlight peered through the window and bathed the room in an eerie glow. He exposed the dagger and tilted it. The pale cool light glinted off the razor edge. She darted to the headboard. “What…” His desire fueled by her reaction, he lunged, seized her hair and pulled her to him. He peered deep into her eyes and his fingers tightened even more. He liked how she gave him the resistance he enjoyed most. His gaze swept the length of her. Her feeble attempts at escape futile, Betsy Lou whimpered. “I… please.”

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Paula Calloway “You wanted me a bit ago, you tramp.” Maxwell threw her face down on the bed’s length. “Submit, vixen.” He laid the cool steel blade down on her spine, its movement slow. He growled at her shiver. Fearful, she wept. “Please.” He moved the tip farther down her back and small beads of blood trickled from the trail. He poked her ribs. “Roll over.” Her response granted him full view of her ample breasts. He licked his lips and locked her gaze. Pain and pleasure filled her eyes now brimmed with tears of both fear and delight. He cocked his head. “Still want me?” Betsy Lou held her ground. “Y-yes… well, no.” “Make up your mind, wench.” Maxwell eyed her motionless body for several minutes. Angered by her lengthy silence, he took her lack of response as a sign of her want. He pointed the dagger toward her, his poised body motionless. “On your knees, harlot.” His erection hardened with her compliance. He took her hair in his grip and his smile broadened. He forced her mouth onto his hard-on and his hand guided her. “Death to life.” His guttural moan deep, he closed his eyes and tilted back his head. His body flexed and relaxed while he vigorously pumped her mouth. The pleasured thrust of his shaft between her lips aroused him even more. She moaned and hummed over his erection. Her nails dug into his thighs, her eyes closed, her want expressed on her face. He thrived as the heat of her hungry mouth lured his nectar. He growled, tightened his grip and shoved his hips forward. He squirted his seed down her throat and held her in place until she swallowed. His gaze remained fastened on her eager tongue until she licked up every drop. He shoved her backward onto the bed. She scooted back on her elbows. “Maxwell—” “Tell me no.” He held his ground. Enraged by her

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened lengthy failure to respond, he struck her across the face. Betsy Lou shook her head. “I can’t tell you what I don’t mean.” Maxwell raised his dagger and used its tip to coax her down. His treatment of her no different from all their other times, he nudged apart her thighs. Her light resistance intensified his desire. He struck her again and her reddened cheek incited him. He dropped the blade on the floor, grabbed her wrists and held her hands over her head. His strong grip left bruises where his hands grasped. He bent his head, bit her lip, earlobe and neck and then lay siege to her nipple. His teeth held her erect bud as his hot breath cascaded down the curve of her breast. His animalistic pleasures unleashed, he released her nipple and came down on top of her. His apex slid through her moist folds and burrowed into her heat with little effort. Her agonized yelp declared his large girth combined with his sheer force ripped her again. He gave a guttural snarl. The slap of his legs against her inner thighs earned his grunt. He inexorably pumped and enjoyed her every uttered cry and given drop of blood. He held her arms to the bed and thrust even quicker. Ready to unload the fruit of his passion, he pulled out, rose up and finished off on her quivering stomach. Her body sore from his use, Betsy Lou panted in pleasure. “You’re the best.” Maxwell smeared the blood and seed from his hand onto the bed. He rose and dressed without a glance in her direction. “Max.” She draped the sheet over her hips and propped up on her elbow. “I love you.” His glimpse swift, he disregarded her words and never looked back as the door clicked shut.

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Chapter One Friday, Peri 8. Five years later. man on a mission, Maxwell led a party to retrieve a Asmall convoy of stolen wagons. His chief concern the townspeople, primarily the children, listed in the itinerary as travelers, he hoped his band of militia fared well. Confident the living valuables inside the wagons were worth any perished man, he scouted the area to assure the absence of brigands. His keen senses alert, the cavalier froze, narrowed his eyes and zeroed in on his target. His gaze on the lone spectator, he stealthily crept up behind her. His observation unhindered, he assessed the young female on the hill and closed the distance between them. The pushed back hood of her black full-length, woolen cloak revealed her young elven features. Tinted blue by the sun’s touch as it draped over her shoulders and around her face, her straight black hair fell to her hips. A belt pouch hung at her left side while another hung at her stomach. Strapped on her right hip hung a plain scabbard with a short sword and on her left rested a midnight blue sheath with a simple knife. Maxwell assessed each seen weapon and deduced the

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened probable location of those hidden. Her black and midnight blue outfit consisted of soft leather, knee-high, fringed boots, leggings, a fitted long-sleeve doeskin shirt and a midthigh tunic. A backpack protected her back as supple mudbrown leather armor topped her attire. **** Ekaterina fondled one of her three unseen daggers and glanced at her hunting dog, which traversed the edge wood line. Tentative, she touched her other two daggers. Her thoughts drifted to the guild’s request. She expelled a noisy breath and then mimicked the guild leader. “Retrieve any verifiable item from the temple and bring it back or die trying.” Her attention garnered by the clamor of a passing caravan, she gawked as a mounted attack from nowhere brought the wagons to a sudden halt. She stared as several warriors charged from the opposite wood line and shoved large wooden poles between the spokes of the lead wagon’s front wheel and the last wagon’s rear wheels, which would shatter the support rods if the hindered wheel turned too much. Other men on horseback raced up and seized the reins of the spooked draft teams. A cold, sharp point touched the back of her neck. A steady, deep, smooth male voice demanded, “On your belly.” “The perfect beginning to a horrible day. Make me,” Ekaterina snapped. “My pleasure.” Maxwell placed his heavily armored hand on her back and pushed her forward. Unable to devise an immediate escape, she complied. “What do you want?” The cavalier swept his gaze over her. He cut the pouch ties from her side and lifted the small purse to him with his

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Paula Calloway sword tip. Uninterested in the jingling coins, he tucked her pouch in his belt. “I have what I want.” Unamused by her panicked attempt to remove something from under her belly, he planted his feet on either side of her hips. “What are you doing?” Ekaterina feared the loss her tools. “Rocks hurt.” “Stop.” Maxwell carefully placed his sword point against the back of her neck and to the side of her spine. He turned his attention to the caravan. In a test of her captor’s diligence and his sword tip, she raised her head. The steel point pricked her skin. She lowered her head and went stock-still. **** The cavalier held his unyielding sword steady even against the slight pressure of her resistance. He stood over his small captive and surveyed the area for spies as the other guardsmen disbursed the brigands with minimal injuries. Difficult to picture weak minions in command of the caravan, he gestured release of the wheel breakers from the wagons. His specific orders to serve sentence on sight, Maxwell eyed the traitorous driver thrown from the second wagon to sprawl on the ground. His men looked to him for approval and he nodded his consent. The raised sword fell and cleaved the betrayer’s head. The cavalier regretted the caravan’s unhindered departure on a weekend of his leave, but heeded his instinct and checked the filed manifest. He brought the discovery to his commander’s attention and, within four days, gathered a team and set forth in pursuit of the ill-fated caravan. Disappointed by his failure to catch the wagons as soon as hoped, he disliked how the result led to the hard push of their mounts through much rougher terrain in an effort to reach this spot in time to set up their own ambush.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Due to his questioned status in town, Maxwell knew it unlikely for him to receive the children and townswomen’s gratitude, but appreciated such expressed to his men. The caravan’s readiness signaled by a soldier, he stepped back and stayed behind her. “On your feet.” Determined to escape, Ekaterina defied him. “What if I don’t want to?” He popped her heel with the flat of his blade. “Get up.” “Fine.” She stood and surveyed the area. “Where?” “Walk.” Her step away from the caravan forced Maxwell to draw a slow, deep breath. “Toward the wagons.” “You never specified which way.” Ekaterina pivoted, slammed her nose into his sternum and stepped back. “You’re a big one.” He sidestepped behind her. “You—” “I’ve a name.” Her sigh gruff, she brushed off her pants. “I’m a bit dusty like the road.” “A Dusty Road you are.” Maxwell swatted her backside with the flat of his blade. “Move.” His attention garnered by her slight hand gesture, he followed her gaze to a small hunting dog as it backed a bit more into the woods, its action indicative of an obedient animal. He presumed her signal instructed the dog to follow at a distance and disregarded it. Ekaterina trudged toward the three large wagons and frowned at the eight guardsmen as the idea of a fight or sprint vanished. She halted behind the middle wagon. “How about a hand in, mister knight?” The cavalier sheathed his sword. “Really.” His hands on her backpack and cloaked shoulder, he tossed her, head first, inside the wagon. Her outstretched hands impeded her fall and protected her face, but her knees landed with a thud. She rolled over. “How helpful.” Maxwell replied dryly, “You are welcome.”

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Paula Calloway Ekaterina glared. “I never said thank you.” He smirked. “You just did.” Her ire piqued, she glared. “Did not.” Angus, a teamster, strode up. “Captain, sentences were carried out, the inventory is in tact. All townspeople accounted for and unharmed. We put them in this wagon. There was little damage and all repairs are complete. We’re securing the remaining mounts to the wagon side. I’m sorry you lost yours, Sir.” Vigilant of his captive, Maxwell nodded. “The local farmer will care for him. Thank you for the use of yours. We travel through tonight.” He regretted the loss of his horse, but experience assured his mount’s lameness beyond the nearby town meant certain death. “Shall we keep a scout in front after dark and let the horses set the pace?” “Yes. Our guests need sleeping arrangements.” Angus glanced toward the wagon. “And—” “My problem. Load up.” Maxwell climbed inside the middle wagon and sat to the right of the rear door. He lifted his visor and studied his feisty captive. Although probable the elf simply a bystander, he had no intention to allow any witness to report to the wrong source. She comes along for the joyride. Familiar with elves, he assessed her youth. Most elven sub-species lived very long lives, but never attained adulthood until past two hundred years of age. The fact they never matured as fast as humans, meant she had a chance. Her physical appearance of fifteen declared her one hundred fifty in elven years. This feminine creature only looked young in a human world, but her life was already longer than most humans considered feasible. To a nonhuman, the elf was young and he stood well prepared to deal with a child-like attitude. At four foot eleven and eighty-eight pounds, she was petite enough one might be misled to think her fragile

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened enough to break, if not an elf. Her light tan complexion declared her body always shielded from the elements if possible while her ice blue eyes sparkled and almost reflected what lay around her. His gaze never wavered as Maxwell scrutinized her search method. Her inexperience evident, he remained attuned to her every move. Ekaterina dropped her backpack and cloak in a corner and then pushed her hair from her face to scan the wagon’s contents. Two children and four women settled in the back corner opposite the captain. An armoire, several chests, crates and boxes sat scattered or stacked along the walls. She discovered some hardtack, leaned against a large box and broke off a small piece of crusty bread. She flicked it at the powerful captain and smiled when it bounced off his banded armor. The cavalier signaled the wagons forward. He eyed her again, his expression stoic, his every move indicative of his command. His lack of reaction to her antics frustrated her. He noted her lack of missile projections and almost decided her unworthy. She expelled a noisy breath. “Where are we going?” His helmeted head turned and his hypnotic stare locked hers. Captivated by the most mesmerizing shade of pale violet eyes ever encountered, she shivered. Maxwell let their gazes linger and enjoyed the way her ice blue eyes widened. He turned his attention to the night and the forest shadows. Ekaterina drew her hair over her shoulder and sat beside him. “The least you can do is fix the cut you put on my neck.” She pointed to the tiny sword bite. His expression displeased, he pushed her away. “You did it.” She returned and leaned her back against his side. “Your sword did it.” His warm spit hit the back of her neck. She

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Paula Calloway scrunched her nose. “How wrong.” Maxwell shoved her away with his leg. “Get away.” The persistent female annoyed him more than he let on. Ekaterina crossed her arms over her breasts. “I need something to clean it.” He tossed his cape to her feet and moved to sit on the floor at the bench’s other end. Grateful the quiet townswomen ignored the ordeal, he noted the children nestle into their makeshift pallets. She snatched up his cape and used the corner to wipe off her dried blood and his saliva. She donned his cape. “Give me back my pouch.” Maxwell poured the meager contents of her pouch into his. He threw her empty purse to her feet. Ekaterina snatched it from the floor. “My money?” His desire to end her incessant chatter, he tossed his full pouch and waited until it slid to a stop at her feet. “Is that most important to you?” She scooped up the small bag, opened it and separated her insignificant copper coins from his more valuable gold ones. “Yes.” She walked over, took his hand, turned it over and opened it. Maxwell sensed the warmth of his palm under her thumb rattled her senses, but remained quiet. Ekaterina dropped his gold coins into his palm one by one and met his gaze. “I never asked for yours.” Out of kindness, he raised his other hand and stopped her at twenty. “You need it more than I.” His other thirty gold coins dropped in her pouch. She pivoted, sat and secured her coin pouch to her belt. She snuggled her back against him and dangled his pouch from her forefinger. “Here.” Maxwell took the small bag and conceded her invasion of his space with a roll of his eyes. His sigh of frustration inward, he hoped for her silence. He allowed her to settle against him and listened to her fall asleep.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Relieved by the current peace, he opted not to wake the little woman asleep on his leg. He spent most of the night attentive to her slight figure, which nestled farther down onto the floor. Aware she posed no threat, he shifted his free leg for comfort, folded his arms over his chest and relaxed as the townsfolk settled on makeshift pallets.

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Chapter Two Saturday, Peri 9. by a slight scrape on his banded armor, Awakened Maxwell opened his eyes to a brightening sky. Her fingertips curled against his thigh. He studied the petite female who haunted him in a way he couldn’t explain. The current relaxation in her body and on her face evidenced peaceful sleep as something she seldom enjoyed. Her nails raked his armor again. His touch gentle, he placed his hand over hers and stayed her movement. Her slight murmur indicated the confinement of her hand made her uneasy. He met the driver’s curious gaze, waved him off and then folded his arms over his chest again. Ekaterina opened her eyes and smiled. His one leg bent, his other remained straightened for her comfort. She moved to sit up, but her hair snagged. “That hurt!” She covered the pained area and moved away. Maxwell nonchalantly took his usual spot on the tailgate. He grabbed a chunk of jerky from a basket as a child whispered to a nearby townswoman. He whistled and the wagon slowed as a second guard climbed into the back She eyed the soldier who scooped up the child, jumped from the wagon and headed toward the wood line. “Where’s he taking the kid?” “Privy.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Ekaterina moved closer and leaned just over the tailgate. She glanced down. The thought of the next wagon’s horses trampled her idea as their hooves would her. “What if I need to go?” “A soldier will take you.” Alert to her intentions and the danger of her pondered route, Maxwell settled his gaze on her slight figure, his smirk inward. “Unless you prefer me?” Thankful she relieved herself a short time before her capture, she shot him a sideways look. “I don’t think so.” Determined to wait as long as possible, she opted to avoid water. Angus climbed into the wagon and returned the child to the townswoman. He straightened and eyed the strands of long black hair. “Entangled again, Captain?” His grin broad, the cavalier looked down and slowly pulled the lengthy lock of hair caught on his banded mail at the cuisse over his thigh and the greave over his calf. He dropped it to the ground. Vindication for her annoyance. Ekaterina touched the tender spot on her head. “You did it on purpose.” She disregarded the teamster’s return to the front and moved to the wagon’s side. She knelt and slipped her fingers between the canvas and uppermost wooden slat. “What are your plans?” She frowned at the lack of response and escape. “Where are you going?” Poised to move, Maxwell remained alert to the dainty female. “Crosslands.” “And from there?” “North.” Her sigh one of surrender, Ekaterina faced him. “Are you brigands?” Maxwell studied her. “Interesting concept.” “You attacked the caravan. Are you their lead fighter?” Amused by her concept, he raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?” Ekaterina avoided his gaze. “Your armor, your sword,

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Paula Calloway you’re a warrior.” “You presume much. Are you a thief?” Most in his profession disliked or at least disapproved of thieves, to include him, but Maxwell began to like her. Few women spouted off to him and this female did so without fear. “Do I look like one?” Her evasiveness offended him. “Something wrong with it?” “No.” Despondent, Ekaterina surveyed the pattern on the wood until his gaze drove her crazy. “Stop watching me. It’s annoying.” “Really.” Maxwell plucked an apple from a nearby basket and bit it. He absently chewed and studied her. He swallowed and bit the crisp fruit again. She grabbed her pack and rummaged through it. It drove her nuts to look up only to meet his steady, pale violet eyes. His silent, but intense gaze forced her to turn away and look for a pattern in the canvas. Within moments, she reached her limit, closed her pack and pushed it aside. “Quit!” His gaze on her, he grabbed another apple and bit it. She gives me enjoyment on this adventure. To bring someone up in the world you must first knock down their defenses. And I am the person to do such. Frustrated, Ekaterina turned away. “You’re driving me crazy.” She leaned on her pack and desperately tried to ignore him. Good. Maxwell intended to enjoy the delightful view. He rolled an apple to her and smirked when the red fruit bumped her thigh. She picked it up and drew back her arm. “I warned—” “Lunch.” Her expression softened and he ate as she did. He proffered a second. “One’s enough.” On her knees, Ekaterina peered between the slats and canvas at the woodlands, but saw few signs of wildlife aside from the occasional cry of an overhead bird. Her glimpse of her hunting dog revealed the

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened animal’s lack of difficulty in the easy pace. She sat and glanced at the captain. Maxwell eyed her. “Something I should know?” “No.” His eyes a most attractive lure, she broke their locked gazes. She stretched out, her head on her backpack, and napped. He kept an eye on her dog and the passing terrain to assure the animal met with no wild attackers. More often than not, her slight figure is where his gaze settled. A rustle resonated from the forest shadows. He snapped his head around to scan the woods. His gaze aptly assessed the lack of any danger and he turned his attention back to the titillating waif who toyed with his senses. The ride through the dense woodlands undisturbed for several hours, Maxwell intended her to sleep, but the soldier who served rations to the townsfolk woke her. He disregarded her as much as possible, his focus on his jerky and apples. The idea of a night’s rest crossed his mind as the driver glanced back. “Make camp here. Set the horses to graze. The townsfolk sleep in the wagon.” His soldiers complied and he motioned a guard to take position. All settled in for the night. A disturbance from around the wagons broke the nightly quiet as numerous enemies charged to attack. A goblin leapt from a nearby tree and tackled a driver to the ground. A hobgoblin prevented the transport’s escape as it lodged a wheel breaker between the spokes of the lead wagon’s front wheel. Another wheel breaker locked up the third wagon’s rear wheels. The action trapped the center wagon. The teamsters drew their weapons and plunged into battle. Awakened in a heartbeat, Maxwell drew his sword, leapt to the ground and planted his feet. His swung blade smoothly glided through four charging goblins consecutively. He ignored the trail of blood splatter beneath

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Paula Calloway the lethal sweep of his sword’s arc as his glance assured his soldiers handled the situation with little difficulty. The cavalier turned his expertise to the middle wagon’s defense and its very precious living contents. Ekaterina scaled the wooden beam, which supported the wagon’s cover. She drew her dagger, sliced a small hole in the overhead canvas and returned her blade to its sheath. She climbed to the top of the sturdy canvas. She stared wide-eyed as the captain’s muscles bulged with each swing of his weapon. The elf gasped as several beasts made their way alongside the wagon and closed in on the captain’s back. “Behind you!” Maxwell spun and beheaded two more hobgoblins with little effort. The monsters collapsed in a heap of dying flesh on the ground while his sword collided with an incoming blade. The good metal of his steel rang loud and clear across the battlefield. He swiftly cleaved the ogre in half. The cavalier smirked as the bloody entrails plopped to the ground seconds before the lifeless body of his slain foe declared the battle’s end. Maxwell let his gaze linger on the lithesome elf who slipped back inside the wagon. He moved to the lead wagon. “Keep moving.” Raven gave a quick nod. “Usual routine of moving with a scout in the lead?” “Yes.” His gaze ever alert to the possible escape of his captive, he checked on the men and teams. Pleased by his inspection, he turned for the middle wagon. Stanford cleared his throat and drew his captain’s attention. “The townsfolk are settled, Sir. Do you wish a horse?” “No.” Maxwell climbed into the middle wagon and sat in his usual seat to study her. “You stayed?” He expected her to seize the first opportunity since even he disliked his own dominance at times. Ekaterina sat near the tailgate. “Where will I go in the

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened dark?” “My sword drew blood.” “I made it hard on you by not listening and I raised my head.” Maxwell knew her flight in the midst of battle meant her death. “And the wagon?” “I said I needed a hand up and you gave me one.” Ekaterina smiled. “Besides, you gave me my stuff. You could’ve done anything you wanted at anytime, but you didn’t.” He flicked a glance at the damaged canvas. “That?” “I did it when I climbed up there during the fight.” “Typical thief.” Secretly relieved her words truthful, Maxwell hoped to get somewhere with her. Offended, Ekaterina frowned. “What makes you say such?” “Most thieves are adept at scaling walls, or the likes thereof, searching and hiding, as you did.” Uneasy, she looked away. “I never tried to hide.” Maxwell didn’t relent. “Why deny?” Defiant, Ekaterina crossed her arms over her breasts. “I’m not.” “Then what are you?” She surrendered to his pursuit with a roll of her eyes. “I’m a thief, okay?” Content to hear her admit her profession, Maxwell took her lack of stealing from him as a hopeful sign. “Your life.” Frustrated, Ekaterina snatched his cape from the floor. “What else am I supposed to do?” “Your choice.” His steady gaze followed her lithe figure to lie down as his cape engulfed her. He sat on the bench step at the tailgate, his arm negligently draped on his bent knee.

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Chapter Three Sunday, Peri 10. wagon stopped with a slight jolt and the harnesses Thejingled as the rising sun brushed away the dew.

Ekaterina opened her eyes and noted the sun inch into the sky. She stretched and her need to relieve herself became unbearable. Caught in his glinting regard, she moved close to him. “What are we doing?” “Restock provisions and a bath.” Maxwell fixed his gaze on her and pointed. “The inn is over there.” She grabbed her pack. “I’ll meet you there.” Quite ready to offer her a hand down, her refusal eminent, he didn’t intend to let her proposal slip unanswered. “If you wish.” The look in his eyes sent a shiver through her as Ekaterina climbed over the tailgate and jumped to the ground. She walked to the inn’s far side and scanned the woods. She spotted her dog wag its tail and signaled the animal to keep pace with the wagons. Her attention redirected as the soldiers jostled each other on the way down the street, she ducked inside the inn, headed for the nearest privy and relieved herself. Upon her return to the common room, she spotted two women seated at a nearby table. Marissa, a human female cleric with long, blond hair, her

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened robe a sandy brown, smiled. “Join us for breakfast.” Reluctant to endure the entering guards’ company, the elf pulled out a chair and sat. She nibbled an offered strawberry, her interest in the endless female drivel nonexistent. **** His attention on her until out of sight, Maxwell escorted the townswomen and children inside the church where he arranged for their safeguarding and refreshment. Finished at the wagons, he went to the inn. His entrance accompanied by a quick assessment, he noted the quiet elf’s wary expression and strode to the bar. His nodded to the barkeep and placed two gold coins on the bar. “Ale and a room, Sir.” His order filled, he collected the key in one hand and the frothy mug in his other. He moved to stand at the women’s table. Aeriel, the human female fighter with short brown hair, her armor a tarnished field plate, snickered. “Company.” Maxwell gave a slight bow, more to the quiet elf with the pleasurable figure on his right. “I am Sir Maxwell of the hamlet of Hope. You are?” The priestess batted her lashes. “I’m Marissa.” “And I’m Aeriel,” the female fighter announced. “Where are you going?” “North.” The cavalier motioned away the offered food. Exhausted with apples from eating in the wagon, he considered his nutritional method to annoy his new female companion delightful and tasty. Marissa smiled her excitement. “So are we.” Aeriel piped, “Can we get a ride with you?” Maxwell assessed the two young and obviously inexperienced women with their telltale gear. Aware the roads safer when traveled in numbers, he supposed the

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Paula Calloway extra hands might benefit if a conflict arose. “Yes.” He gave a slight bow and then stepped over to the elf. He opted to keep the pet name she unintentionally dubbed herself with and leaned down, his invitation whispered, “Will you join me, Dusty?” He expected her to decline his offer, but figured her with him for the long haul. He hoped his assumptions of her liking him correct. This much closer to her destination, Ekaterina considered the opportunity a method of repayment to the handsome captain. “Sure.” Mildly surprised, he straightened and headed upstairs. You are an enticement, woman. Her hesitation a mere second, she followed the captain to a room. As he entered, she paused at the door. Her heart pounded and her breath increased. Maxwell strode to the privy. Aware he intended to give himself to another woman for the first time in five years, he became saddened by the remembrance of his wife. The golden color of her hair and the gentle feel of her touch surfaced, swept over him and filled his senses. Alexa was a good woman and a wonderful wife, but I must live. I must move on with my life. He closed his eyes and her image faded with the close of the door in the main room. He turned his back to the privy door, dropped his gear and filled the tub. His ear attuned to the elf’s approach, he nonchalantly removed his weapons and allowed her presence to stir his sexual appetite. **** Ekaterina drew a deep breath. Payment must be made and, since the bastard in black armor never counted, I’ll consider you my third and this as gratitude for my life. She entered the privy as the captain set aside his sheathed sword. Maxwell set down his helmet and removed the last of his armor. He turned to face her and, bit by bit, stripped his

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened under-armor. Proficient at hiding his true emotions when fit, he did so now. She pressed her back against the wall by the privy door and gawked at the revelation of his body in a way neither previous man did. Hypnotized by his seductively calculated movements, she let her gaze wander down his body. The twenty-five year old man stood six foot three and weighed a solid two hundred twenty pounds of pure hard muscle. He deliberately turned enough to expose his side and part of his back. The sound of her sucked in breath pleased him. He straightened and turned to face her as his long, black hair flowed over his shoulders and fell past his shoulder blades. Spellbound by his pale violet eyes and handsome face, Ekaterina stared. His slow blink broke her gaze and she shook her head to clear it. She focused on the rest of his stunning features. His rounded ears and slightly visible facial hair said human, but his finely chiseled features said more. His sensual mouth invited and his perfect lips enticed. His body, veined and sculpted with flexing muscles, attested to his strength. She drank in the sight of his broad shoulders, smooth muscled chest, powerful arms, ridged stomach, narrow hips and strong legs. The handsome man stole her breath. She froze at the sight of his massive erection. He’s too well endowed. The question is, if he fits, how bad will it hurt? The offer is made and it’s too late to back out. She stared at his muscled body until his penetrating gaze captured hers. Maxwell pitched his voice to seduce, “Joining me?” Apprehensive, Ekaterina dropped aside her equipment. “Yes.” His gaze riveted to her, he stepped into the tub and leaned back. “I am waiting.” She pulled off her shirt and glanced over. She shivered as a sudden chill engulfed her.

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**** Expected of a thief, Maxwell remained aware of daggers pulled from her hidden boot, wrist and neck sheathes, but gave the benefit of the doubt in hopes she sought more for herself. Amused by her avoidance of eye contact, he enjoyed her unintended strip tease. Her supple movements held his gaze. Her curves and the build of her delightful body belied her resilience. Aside from too thin, he gauged her overall health equivalent to most elves, excellent. He discerned her obtainable by one of his experience if the need arose and welcomed the hardening of his shaft. His desperation and want intensified with her every move as his sexual hunger awoke. He remained calm when the night from long ago leapt into his mind for a mere second just before his focus settled on her. He decided her behavior chose the general manner of their encounter. Ekaterina walked over and stepped into the tub, her back to him. Startled when his large hands grasped her tiny waist, she let him pull her to straddle his upper thighs. She shivered at the caress of his palms over her stomach, but didn’t resist his hands direction to lean back against his hard chest. Maxwell eased his hands up her sides and covered her breasts. He wanted to tell her how good her body felt against his. He licked her shoulder. His palms glided between her legs and parted her thighs. He growled into the curve of her neck. Her warmth beckoned and his finger slid between her folds, rubbed across her nubbin and eased toward her heat. She arched her back and pressed into his touch, “That’s, um, new.” Her eyes widened when his middle finger slipped deep inside her most intimate core. “Ohhh.” His slow strokes ignited her internal fires like never before. His every caress a lure to her senses, she surrendered to his fiery

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened touch and rocked her hips. “Yes, more.” Her lack of virginity set aside his need to prepare her for him. He withdrew his finger with a low growl. “Turn around.” The swiftness of her response clenched his jaw. He grabbed her waist, urged her legs to part and set her astride his upper thighs. He trailed his tongue over the rapid pulse of her jugular and then nibbled her neck. His hands cupped her breasts and he held her soft full mounds as his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples. His expert touch elicited a wanton moan and her hips pushed toward his erection. He smiled against the curve of her neck. She dug her nails into his biceps. “That feels good.” Aware of what his touch did to her, he didn’t intend to stop. “Is there something particular you want me to do to you, Dusty?” “I don’t know much of what there is, but I definitely like that, Max.” “Good.” Her inexperience ascertained, her breathy response urged him on and opened the doors for him to demonstrate. He cupped her backside and lifted her hips. The apex of his engorged shaft rubbed over her crux and nestled in the tight opening of her moist heat. He teased and nipped her sweet lips as the swelled tip of his erection penetrated her warmth. His immense size steadily filled her and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “It’s… big… ohhh—” “Hush and relax,” he whispered against her lips. “Struggle brings pain, willingness brings pleasure.” Uncertain if he wanted her to resist and send their present encounter into a rougher tryst, he groaned and burrowed his girth deeper inside her tight heat. He adored the pleasurable feel and took great care not to breach her limit while he guided her in riding him. She clutched his upper arms and almost whimpered when his massive erection withdrew and penetrated her

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Paula Calloway again. His huge hardness filled her in every way. She flung back her head and moaned her delight. His actions repeated and her nails dug into his skin. His dynamic thrust sent her into a climax. He liked her responsiveness. He leaned back and sank deeper inside her beckoning warmth. Aware her unable to endure a full hour of his relentless physical ministrations, his movements, filled with denied frustration, gentled to some extent. Her breathy moans indicative of her arousal, he trailed his hands to her waist and ground her hips against his. She clutched at his chest, but the rigidness of his muscles made her nails rake him. “You’re so deep.” “Dusty,” her pet name a mere growl from the rumble within his chest, he glided his palms up her sides, across her back and then drew her down to him. He covered her mouth with his and hungrily swallowed her scream of ecstasy. He extinguished the intense fire his experienced touch started within her. He adored the silken feel of her, but wanted more. He lifted her from him. She tightened her thighs in protest. “Max.” “Turn and get on your hands and knees.” On his knees behind her, he directed her to where he needed and wanted her body. Well aware of her size in comparison to his, he took great care in his taking her from behind. His erection leisurely penetrated her heat, but he withheld his full depth. Each sensuous stroke a calculated threat of her limit, he remained gentle and reveled in her breathlessness. “Don’t stop, please.” “Not a chance.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and her orgasm sent her into spasms beneath him. His free hand left the grip on her hip and snaked his arm around her body where he caressed her breasts. He released her hair and clutched her shoulders for deep thrusts. The front of his thighs pushed against the back of hers as his hips, tightly pressed against her backside, earned his growl.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened He snarled as a tremor swept over him, fire ignited his blood and a voracious hunger coursed through him. Her muscles tightened with every stroke and her breathing indicated her heightening. He straightened, seized her hips and joined her. His final thrust pushed her limit and emptied his seed deep inside her. He milked his shaft until depleted. Maxwell pulled free of her and wrapped his arm around her waist. He sat back and brought her to lean her back against his warmth. He breathed in her scent and disregarded the twitch at corner of his mouth. “Comfortable?” Her sigh soft, Ekaterina closed her eyes. “Wonderful.” He soaked in the best moment in the world and let her rest against his body in the tub. He caressed her shoulder. “Going to the hamlet of Hope?” “Yes.” Her contentment evident in her body and voice, Maxwell gently pushed her forward and stood. He stepped out and gestured her to follow his lead. He dried off with her and pulled on his pants. His gaze followed her leggings as the material slid over her thighs and covered her hips. Her tightened lacings earned his frown. A wide strip of material wrapped around her back, over her breasts and pulled snug around her neck, served as a makeshift corselet. He tied the lacings on his pants while his riveted gaze followed her top over her head until yanked down to cover her belly. He pulled on his boots in conjunction with her and then drew on his shirt. He liked how her leather armor slid over her body, but not the protective covering’s weakness. He finger combed his hair as she did hers, but with fewer tugs. Her dirty clothes stuffed in her backpack and her weapons strapped on, he turned his attention to his armor and weapons. Ekaterina grabbed her pack, went into the main room

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Paula Calloway and tried to open the door. She stepped aside. Maxwell patronized her. “What?” “It won’t budge.” “Unable to open a door?” He disproved of her test and narrowed his eyes. Still displeased, he clenched his jaw and collected his remaining gear. His expression softened, he moved past her and grabbed the doorknob. He frowned when the handle responded but the door refused to budge. He drove his shoulder into the door and splintered the wooden barricade. He looked at the pieces of chair scattered in the hallway. Disgusted, Maxwell strode downstairs. Messing with our room is impolite. The rude culprit deserves punishment. His emotions controlled, he stopped at the bar to pay for the damaged door as the elf continued past him. He remained vigilant of her nearness to the table where his soldiers kept company with the women who intended to join the caravan. The jovial laughter of Marissa and Aeriel filled the room as several soldiers snickered. “Excuse me, ladies.” Angus turned to the passing elf. “Did you get your fill, miss?” Ekaterina stopped. “What’s it to you?” “Sir Maxwell’s chattel.” She rolled her eyes. “More like something you can’t handle.” His stealth unsurpassed, the cavalier moved to stand behind the teased elf, one hand on his sword hilt, the other at his side. More than likely the men of Hope who patronized the tavern heard the rumors of his size. The trouble is the words were true. His gaze flickered between his delightful encounter and the man who bordered on disrespect. Intimidated by his towering captain’s presence, the teamster grew silent. “I, uh…” Ekaterina scowled. “Nothing to say?” Maxwell conceded. Can she be any more subtle with her

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened ignorance? She eyed the soldier. “What am I?” The cavalier stepped protectively close to her back, his voice a mere whisper, “A good time.” Startled by the proximity of his deep voice and warm body, Ekaterina gasped and pivoted. She came face to face with the captain whose body almost touched hers. She leaned back until the table pressed against her lower back. Maxwell raised an inquisitive eyebrow, his voice low, “To me?” Uncertain if insulted or complimented, she snatched a hambone from the breakfast platter and whacked his arm. “Wretch.” It pleased him the other females cringed and scooted back. His gaze fixed on her face, he grabbed a cloth and rubbed the grease into his banded armor. “Thanks for the oil.” Her open mouth clamped shut, he adored her inability to find a suitable retort. He motioned his men out the door with a toss of his head and then followed them. “The caravan leaves in five minutes.” The dainty elf’s refusal to join flitted across his mind. If such happened, he discerned tracking her effortless on his part. On his way to the wagons, Maxwell ignored the excessive feminine chatter. “Marissa, join the last wagon, Aeriel, the lead.” He helped the four townswomen and two children inside the second wagon. Halted by his proffered hand, Ekaterina ignored the pounding beat of her heart and stared. The temptation to accept tugged hard, but she balked at displaying a weakness of any kind. She stepped around him and climbed into the wagon. His offer almost accepted, he disapproved her stubborn refusal. Half-tempted to grasp her waist and toss her in, he withdrew his hand. She sat down. “Are we traveling until tomorrow

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Paula Calloway morning?” “We stop tonight.” Maxwell took his usual spot on the middle wagon’s tailgate and set aside his helmet. He signaled the caravan forward, his gaze on his enticement. This trip may fly faster now with entertainment. He disregarded the chatty townswomen who whispered among themselves, talked with the children or spoke with whichever soldier brought them food or water. His interest in the delightful elf whose every move held his indirect gaze, he drew forth his whetstone and sword. Ekaterina overheard a townswomen’s mumbled whisper, but failed to make out the words. She looked over and the woman went silent, but her eyes glittered with amusement. She redirected her attention when the captain spit on the sharpening stone in his hand. “Why do that?” The cavalier guided his blade across the stone. “It helps the steel cross smoothly.” “How long before we stop?” “When I finish.” Pleased with the lack of encounters, Maxwell made quick, but precision work of his task. He tucked the stone in his pouch and then sheathed his sword. His soft whistle garnered the driver’s attention. “Pass the word to make camp.” The group took the opportunity to handle personal matters. Parked on the side, the three wagons served as shelters for the night. The unhitched teams grazed the length of their staked ropes. Observant of his team, the cavalier collected his gear. Stanford likes Marissa and Raven enjoys time with Aeriel. He crossed the road and trekked farther down from the party. Pleased the lithe elf joined him, he selected a clear area and constructed a fire site. Ekaterina signaled her dog to hunt. “I’ll start the fire if you cook.” “Agreed.” Maxwell organized a sleeping area with the intent to share his bedroll. After several minutes, he set a log

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened near the intended fire pit and sat on it. The hunting dog returned and dropped a fresh kill by her feet. He licked his mouth and wagged his tail. She motioned him to sit near her. She handed the squirrel to the captain and then retrieved her flint and steel. She frowned as the devices failed to cooperate after several tries. She surmised his presence made her nervous. “Here.” He took the small tools from her. He struck them against each other and ignited the fire. He gutted, skinned and skewered the squirrel before he set it on the spit to cook. Within minutes, the sweet aroma wafted through the air along with wisps of smoke. He looked forward to his feather bed. The idea of such shared with her sent a surge of warmth through his veins. Ekaterina shifted under his steady gaze. “What?” The meat ready, Maxwell shook his head and tore off two pieces. He offered them. “Your dog?” She gratefully took the succulent morsels and tossed the bigger chunk to her dog. She nibbled the other one and explained between bites. “My hunter. He was a starved pup and I fed him what scraps I managed.” She averted her gaze and lowered her voice, but failed to disguise the tightness. “A man trained him to hunt for me.” She cleared her throat. “He stayed with me for several years now.” She licked her fingers. “This is good.” “Thank you.” His gaze on her face, he finished his meal and cleaned his hands. A small cart rumbled down the road and garnered his attention. He eyed it roll past their location and rose to his feet as his attention locked on the caravan’s position. “Stay back.” He sprinted. The farm cart passed close to the encampment and a loud explosion sent searing heat across the camp area. Its violent force released a scotching blast, which knocked the bystanders to the ground and set afire the wagon that housed the townsfolk. Several teamsters moved the horses

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Paula Calloway and unharmed wagons back while others doused the blaze with blankets. A townswoman died, a severely burned teamster moaned on the grass and the middle wagon’s canvas was partly ruined. Wrapped in salved gauze, the injured teamster lay in the middle wagon, his care assigned to the captain. The dead woman received a proper burial, her gravesite marked with a pile of rocks and a makeshift marker. A quick investigation revealed the small cart transported an explosive material ignited by the driver’s pipe. The hitched up horses pawed the ground as the teamsters collected the gear. The quiet passengers and guards loaded up. The wagons moved on from the damaged area as the dog jumped into the middle wagon with his mistress.

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Chapter Four Monday, Peri 11. sun neared the horizon as the early morning animal Thechatter abruptly ended. The ambush came from a nearby

wood line as a small gang of ruffians dressed in tattered leather armor leapt out and brandished short swords. They targeted the lead wagon in an effort to hold up the caravan. Maxwell shoved on his helmet and leapt from the wagon. His accurate sword hacked and slashed through several enemies. His swings fast and hard, he centered his attacks on decapitation and cleaved midsections. His fury inescapable, the scent of blood and death mingled in the air around the cavalier as the soldiers promptly dispersed the ruffians and ended the struggle. Maxwell swept his gaze over the field and noted the various teamsters as they repaired a wagon wheel, tended wounds or calmed the draft teams. He noted the young blond woman enter the forest. His gaze settled on the elf. Ekaterina climbed down from the wagon. Her quick search of several enemy bodies gave her a piled assortment of discarded weapons, but revealed no coins. The fleshy part of her palm slid along the edge of a short sword. She jerked back her hand and saw no mark. “Dull is good.” She looked up. Pinned in the captain’s steady regard, she ended her search.

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Paula Calloway Vigilant of the haphazard elf and her growing collection, he flinched as a blade grazed her hand, but doubted the presence of poison. Relieved at the lack of a scream and blood, he sheathed his cleaned weapon. His gaze followed her approach. “What?” She pointed to the wooded location. “Marissa went into the woods.” Unconcerned, but amused by hers, Maxwell cocked an eyebrow. “And?” Ekaterina stared. “She’s not back.” His conversation unnoticed by his soldiers, he rolled his eyes and trudged in the general direction. He picked up the trail, but remained attuned to the enticing figure on his heels. Disinterested in the human woman’s wellbeing, he discovered her unconscious, grabbed a handful of her blond hair and dragged her toward the caravan. Tempted to tell the charming source of his trouble not to lag, he opted to shorten his strides and give her time to do as desired. A partially opened bag allowed several gems to peek out. She scooped up the precious items and tucked them into the front of her makeshift corselet. She grabbed the three unopened bags and sprinted after the captain. She stayed on his heels. “Do you carry all your women like that?” She is not my woman. “Imagine ruffians finding her.” The slight shiver of his elven companion’s figure discerned, Maxwell glanced at the foolish female in his grip. “Her robe covers her.” He deposited the unconscious woman with a soldier at the third wagon. His gaze followed the elf to the middle wagon. “This one wanders, Stanford. Pass the order to feed the hunting dog.” Ekaterina climbed into the middle wagon and set aside the closed bags. She picked the gems from her clothes and paused to let a sunbeam make the purple gemstone sparkle on her palm. “Pretty.” She dropped them in her backpack. Assured everyone was loaded, he climbed into the wagon, set aside his helmet and signaled the caravan to

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened move on. He sat in his usual spot and fixed his gaze on the elf who held more of his attention than he wished. Her hand drew the closest bag to her. He silently willed her to think hard. “Not smart.” “Why?” She opened it. A big puff of smoke hit her in the face. She swayed and fell unconscious. The wafted scent familiar and not harmful, Maxwell chuckled softly. “Deserved.” He disregarded the townswomen’s muffled giggles as his glance assured the children slept. An idea brewed. He knelt on one knee beside the unconscious elf and used his body to shield her from on lookers. He gently removed her clothes and admired her, but behaved as dictated by his profession and ascertained several facts. Although gaunt from lack of care, she would become quite attractive if provided for. Her ice blue eyes sparkled and reflected an inner light dimmed by the world. Her long and rather unkempt black hair would be much prettier if cut to reveal more of her lovely face. His gaze traveled downward. Maxwell welcomed the tender caress of her nipple beneath his thumb. Her pale soft skin was a magnet to his eyes, a tempting lure to his hands and a beckoning summon to his lips. Her supple breasts filled his palms, her slender waist enticed his grip, her curved hips awakened him and her legs wrapped snuggly around his waist. He drew his cape over her seductive figure and sucked in his breath. Why should I care about this wisp of a wom— girl? He moved to the bench and lit the lantern. He pulled out a whetstone, spit on it and drew his sword. He pulled the blade across the stone with precision care and waited for the drug to wear off. He listened to the various animals as their sounds echoed through the night. To most, it seemed odd little wildlife inhabited the southern area, but if the rumors of giant beasts held true, such would be scarce.

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Paula Calloway The hunting dog stood, circled and lay down, its nose tucked under it tail. Maxwell studied the dog curled in the corner. Definitely a hunter, not a protector, he doubted any attacker would hear more than a whimper. The elf’s slight stir garnered his attention. He put away his gear, blew out the lantern and fixed his gaze on her. Ekaterina awoke to her head throbbing. She slowly opened her eyes as a breeze brushed across her bare calf. She realized only his cape covered her and his pouch lay nearby. She looked up. Her gear hung overhead. She glanced at the captain, clutched his cape around her and scrambled to her feet. She emphasized each word, “Give me my things.” “You have what means the most to you.” Her eyes narrowed to mere slits of anger. “What?” Maxwell folded his arms over his chest. “The money.” “I need my things.” Unnerved by his piercing stare, Ekaterina averted her eyes. Poised to move, he raised his eyebrow. “Go get it.” She glanced from the teamsters in the trailing wagon’s front seat to the two sleeping children and three women who lay on the floor toward the front of the middle wagon. She stared in disbelief. “Naked?” Maxwell deemed her question hollow. You know the answer, girl. “Nothing is free in the eyes of thieves.” Ekaterina dropped his cape and stuck out her tongue. She gripped the wooden support beam and attempted to climb the pole. She managed to get several feet up until her hold slipped. Her backside hit hard on the wagon floor and the thud knocked the wind from her. She gasped and gulped mouthfuls of air until her lungs worked again. He was disgruntled. She is an insult to thieves. Her words muttered in anger, she scrambled to her feet and tried again. “How dare you make me do this with other people watching, the risk of others seeing and sleeping

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened children close. I’ll show you one of these days.” Within inches of her gear, she grabbed her backpack. “If I drop it, they wake up.” She let go. Maxwell caught it. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Very good. The remainder of her gear dropped into a pile beneath her, Ekaterina climbed down. Angry, she dressed under his steady gaze, each move a word. “Just you wait. First, you’re mean, then nice. And after you show me something good, you humiliate me. Oh you wait.” She yanked her backpack from his proffered hand and threw it aside. She snatched up his cape, flung herself to the floor and covered up, her sleep fitful.

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an apple to clean his teeth. His gaze drifted to the delightful source of his trouble. He endured an exhaustive several days and this particular woman drove him nuts. She is a spitfire. Someone to keep my interest piqued. I missed this in my former years. He smirked. To me, she will always be Dusty. Able to see the outline of her figure beneath his cape, he signaled the soldier. “Deliver food to the others. Let her be.” Ekaterina slept until late morning when a breeze stirred her hair to tickle her face. She sat up, stretched and rubbed her eyes. Caught in his glinting regard, she threw the captain an angry glare and grabbed her short sword. Leery of unconsciousness, she used the point to open the sack. A metal rod fell out. Excited, she snatched it up, scrambled to her knees before him and offered the device. “What’s this?” Her carelessness made him clench his jaw. Concerned by her lack of knowledge in regards to magical items, he took the device and examined it. “A wand. Inside are a ruby, wispy-willow and mirror. When you speak the command word, it shoots out a bolt of lightning.” He pointed it out the back toward the sky and paused as her hands placed on his thighs brought her to a better position. “Schultick.” A bolt of

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened lightning split the air and exploded in a thunderclap. She was awestruck. “I never saw anything like it.” Maxwell returned the wand to her. “Magic items are dangerous.” The trailing wagon’s horses pranced until the experienced soldier reined them in. Ekaterina set it aside and tossed him the unopened sacks. “Open these.” If the word please left her lips, he might consider her request. “Why?” “If they don’t mean anything to you, pitch them out.” She stared as the captain seized and flung the sacks from the wagon. “I can’t believe you.” “Matters little.” Maxwell studied her. “They did to me,” Ekaterina spat. “Why?” Anger warred with hurt. “They’re a way to do what I want.” Maxwell intended to extract information and pitched his tone to do so, “Which is?” “Be an assassin.” Frozen by his piercing regard and infuriated by her slip, Ekaterina trembled. His expression cold, he fixed his steady gaze on the disconcerted elf. He now faced the dilemma of what to do with her. Her gaze downcast in humiliation, she shoved the wand in her backpack. “What else can I do?” The sound of a nearby stream led Maxwell to signal the caravan to stop. He jumped out and trotted to the first wagon. “Raven, we rest a few hours. Move the townsfolk to this wagon.” He returned, helped down the three townswomen and two children and ushered them to join the lead wagon’s escort. He climbed into the middle wagon, sat on the floor and leaned against its wooden side. He assessed the cause of his quandary. Ekaterina grabbed her water skins. “Give me yours and

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Paula Calloway I’ll fill them.” He debated what to do with the potential threat before him and drew the requested items from his side. His gaze steady, he offered them and remained quiet, the brush of her fingers on his palm warm. She jumped to the ground, went to the stream and filled their containers. She returned to the wagon and the captain. His silence deafening, she placed the straps of the skins on his extended hand. Unable to take it, she returned to the water’s edge and stopped several feet from the bank to stare. Marissa hoisted her skirt to her thighs, clutched the material in one hand and leaned over. She dangled her free hand inches below the water’s surface and wiggled her fingers. As a fish slid across her palm, she flung it ashore. Ekaterina almost laughed. The chatter of the wood creatures did little for her, but the blond-haired woman’s silly antics lightened her mood. She regretted the loss of those bags as well as the captain’s silent stare and reluctantly returned to face him. Maxwell locked his gaze on the woman who climbed into the wagon and stood. He removed all but his drawstring linen breeches and mulled over the question of what to do with the self-professed assassin. Discern the mark and reason. She stared. “What are you doing?” “A swim in the stream.” His gaze fixed, he debated the best method to retrieve the information on her target. Interrogation meant cold and callous. Not out of his league, but even elves endured only so much and, he feared such a tactic might break her too much. He had no desire to mark her for life in said manner and opted to use a more gentle persuasion. His charges and soldiers clear of danger, he expected her to do something to his gear. He shrugged it off and went to the stream. ****

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Ekaterina eyed his provisions and removed her leather armor. The temptation to explore his possessions strong, she declined the invite. “I can’t steal from him. He’ll expect me to do anything. Except follow.” She peeked out the wagon and caught sight of his broad, muscular back as his long legs carried him down a path. She leapt down to pursue, but his stride carried him from her at a swift pace. Hopeful he stayed on the obvious trail, she dodged several small branches until halted by a thickening wood line at what appeared the path’s end. She glanced around, but to her dismay, the caravan’s bustle faded with no sign of the captain. Only the sound of chirping birds and small scampering animals filled the air until a light splash garnered her attention. Ekaterina moved in the direction and spotted an overlooked opening in a nearby thicket. She hurried through it and emerged into a beautiful glen. She sucked in her breath until a more stunning sight took it away. Her gaze locked, she approached the water’s edge, stumbled and grabbed a nearby branch. Maxwell floated on his back, his eyes closed, and smiled as the sunlight warmed his face. He sensed her position, but waiting was part of his game. His fingers trailed through the water and she longed for his caress over her body. A tiny moan escaped her throat. She stripped, but her gaze never left him. Tempted to run and jump onto his stomach, she shivered at the thought of drowning. He is handsome. Perhaps a bit too much when he smiles. Ekaterina stared as the droplets of water trickled from his body. The idea of sipping the liquid from his flesh sent shivers through her. She eased in deep enough for the water to cover her hips before she sat. She pulled her knees to her breasts and wrapped her arms around her legs.

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Paula Calloway The cavalier swept his gaze over her. Her position and the water made her a sight few men could ignore. Her lack of experience in sex already ascertained, he knew it more his technique to use such to get information from her than her from him. “Are you scared?” “No, I never learned to swim.” Expecting her to claim no one taught her, Maxwell was surprised her words held the world blameless. Her profound fear struck him. He flipped onto his stomach, gave a hard kick and closed the distance between them. Shocked by his speed, Ekaterina scrambled to her feet. “I, uh…” He rose and walked toward her until the water licked his navel. He held out his hand. “Come here.” The gentleness of his voice convinced her he wouldn’t drown her. She took a shaky step forward. Her fingers brushed his palm and her gaze swept over his clingy linen pants, which failed to hide him. Maxwell swept his arms around her waist and drew her naked body against the length of his. He held her close and took her into the deeper water. Alert for fatigue, he instructed her on the basics. He longed to take her, but kept the session a lesson. He concealed his delight at her ability to learn a task she sincerely sought. Ekaterina never give up, no matter how many times her head slipped below the watery surface. Grateful his swift hands brought her back, she fast learned how not to swallow the water in a gasp for air. Her persistence led to her expected flounder. He swept his arm around her waist and drew her to him. “Tired?” Her hands clutched his shoulders. “A little.” Maxwell guided her to the shore and made certain of her footing before he released her. He pushed himself backwards into deeper water. He leisurely floated on his back, his eyes closed, his senses aware and alert to her and their surroundings.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Ekaterina admired the way his hair drifted around his head like a circle of alluring light. She envied the water’s caress of his smooth muscled chest and wished her hands were liquid. His raw velvet voice… stop. In truth, the man took her breath. “What do you do?” Aware of their seclusion, he glanced around as a precaution. “I’m a spy.” The common word for assassin. She edged closer. “Teach me, show me, train me.” Maxwell expected her interest and righted himself. His gaze locked on her, he treaded the water. “What?” “Everything.” Eager, Ekaterina almost slipped. Halted by her misstep, she wanted closer to him. With little to offer a mentor except her personal possessions, she stood ready to surrender her body in exchange for the valuable knowledge. His movements slow, he took her enthusiasm in stride. “Why?” She hesitated to tell the only other soul who expressed anything similar to concern for her in any way. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you, but no one must hear or see us.” “We are alone,” Maxwell assured. Ekaterina looked at the tall trees hovered overhead, the water and bank shaded by the massive branches. “Come put your back to me.” He moved to sit in the water deep enough to cover his stomach and she knelt behind him, her body pressed to his back. Able to overpower her with strength alone, he doubted her intentions posed any threat. Concerned more about her willingness to reveal an innermost secret, he ascertained such meant either she trusted him or her openness made her an easy target. She slipped her arms around his shoulders. She cherished the feel of his strength, his steady calmness and him. She visualized her life, her whisper soft in his ear, “My

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Paula Calloway parents told me I would be something special for one hundred years. Then one stormy night, someone took it all away from me. They made me watch as my world was ripped away.” A different memory rose. “Picture a small house perfectly cared for by both parents with a rose garden, a vegetable garden and a huge old tree with a knotted rope swing climbed by a spoiled child.” Ekaterina drew a shaky breath. “Picture a beautiful woman with hair as black as night, skin as smooth as water, a touch as soft as a feather and you call her mother. Picture a hardworking man, devoted to the woman, providing everything ever dreamed of for her and the child born of their love and you call him father. This couple was loved and respected by the community. The mother and father loved, gave devoted attention to, raised and spoiled their child to which they gave everything. Even their lives. I was raised to believe in love and was determined to find the kind of love they shared.” The pain dug deep. “Listen to the thunder and see the lightning. Hear a woman scream, a man yell, some scuffling and then the strangest silence you ever heard. Now feel a hand over your mouth so you can’t scream. You’re dragged from your bed, kicking and silently screaming and then stood in the living room where forced to watch your father tortured and murdered while your mother is raped and slaughtered. Imagine the one person who took it all from you also introduces you to the world of sex. He was rich, in control and had it all.” Ekaterina closed her eyes to bury the pain. “Over the next some-odd years, I learned getting to a rich, powerful person required skill, skill required money and money required stealing or working. It’s hard to earn an honest living at one hundred, but easy to steal or trade what someone wants. I live by stealing and trading what I have to earn money to learn the skills of an assassin to avenge the death of the two most wonderful people I ever knew and

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened punish the bastard who did it.” Her voice hardened. “The more money I can steal, the more I get to keep of my body. When you tossed those bags from the wagon and gave me the money you did, you showed me the one thing I needed to do, what I wanted, meant little to you.” Ekaterina sat back on her haunches, her hands in her lap, her voice soft and filled with pain, “Tell me, Sir Maxwell of wherever you hail from, how can I respect myself when I must trade a piece of me for money to acquire skills to avenge my parents? I owe him and I will pay him back. I cannot and will not stop until I pay him everything I owe him. Vengeance will be in my hands.” Hurt by her pain, Maxwell blanked his own emotions. He stood, faced her and opened his arms. Stunned by the genuine compassion in his eyes and his unexpected action, she scrambled to her feet. The temptation to flee strong, she held her ground. Never able to cry over the loss of her parents without fear of someone finding her, she stared. No one ever made her such an offer. No one ever cared. She flung her arms around him, burst into tears and wept into his neck. He wrapped his arm securely around her slender waist to hold her close and granted her tearful release. He fought the rise of his own pain and stroked her hair. The woman in his arms needed his embrace and he willingly gave. Her tears ended after a bit and Ekaterina regained her composure. She pulled back and freed herself from his gentle grip. “Thank you.” She knelt and washed her face in the stream. She rose, brushed the water from her body and headed to the bank. Maxwell studied the lissome elf who dressed before him until her clothes were in place. He gave a soft sigh. “My story is similar.” “Tell me.”

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Paula Calloway “I lost my wife and children fifteen years ago.” Ekaterina bit back the pain as it claimed her very soul. This man heard her story, held her and let her cry, yet endured his own painful loss. She turned for the wagon, her whisper soft, “I’m sorry.” Maxwell walked beside her, his strides shortened for her. “Don’t be. Life happens.” At the caravan, he seized her waist and lifted her into the wagon. His gaze followed her until she sat down and clutched his cape. Assured the caravan loaded, he climbed in and signaled the team to move forward. He sat on his bedroll, his back to the wagon’s side. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes closed, his legs stretched out. She inched closer. “Tell me about your family.” His mind churned. He refused to lose the light on her story. He thought about what to tell the sweet elf who suffered a tremendous loss he understood. “My human wife suffered as your mother. My two children endured much the same as you and I was held at blade point fifteen years ago. I was left alive to live with it. I spent seven years as a constable, working toward my paladin-hood. The event turned me into an assassin. I followed the path you travel.” He locked his gaze on her. “That path has no end.” Ekaterina stared. The man before her traveled the path she sought and knew what lay in wait. She put her hand in his proffered one. Maxwell pulled her to straddle his thighs. Aware of his want, he hoped to fulfill her need. “Join me.” “Yes.” She couldn’t break free of his gaze and she didn’t want to. He cupped her face and brought her lips to his in a long, slow kiss designed to stir her inner fires. His caresses gentle, he removed her clothes and pulled her under him. He kicked off his pants and then made passionate love with her, his every touch tender and seductive. He cherished the feel of her skin against his flesh. His kisses warm and full of

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he dawn highlighted the pink and gold streaks littered across the blue sky. Maxwell tossed his cape over her body and then donned his clothes and armor without his helmet. He jumped off the wagon and trotted into the woods for a break to regroup his stirred emotions. Ekaterina reached out. She expected his warmth under her hand, but discovered an empty bedroll. She opened her eyes and grabbed her clothes. She moved behind the crate and concealed herself from peering eyes until dressed. She yanked on her boots. He climbed into the wagon and caught sight her lithe form. He averted his face and grabbed the water skin hung on the hook anchored in the support beam. He poured some cool liquid in his hand and splashed his face to conceal his reddened eyes. She cleared her throat. “Is there somewhere I can go for… you know…” “I will take you.” Maxwell placed his hand on the tailgate, leapt over the edge and landed on the ground with a solid thud. The elf swung over one leg at a time. The bend of her body over the tailgate made him almost smile at the prospect of her bent over anything. He reached up, grasped her waist and lifted her from her precarious position on the

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Paula Calloway “How so?” She straddled him and sat on his stomach. She played with the strands of his black hair draped over his shoulder. “You wear armor like a knight.” She tapped his breastplate. “Like paladins slaying dragons.” Cavalier. Maxwell drew a deep breath and she rose and fell with his stomach. Neither clothes nor armor makes a person. “How did you get my stuff up there?” Ekaterina shot him a look. “I want you to tell me, not show me. I don’t want to get it down again.” He slipped his hands around her waist and lifted her from him. He stood and dropped his gear in less than a minute. He stepped up on a large box and fastened his own armor to the overhead pole. Aware his height made it easy, he agilely jumped down and sat in his usual spot on the tailgate, his gaze expectant. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Fine, get it down.” Amused by her order, Maxwell doubted her familiarity with the word please. “Why?” “You can’t fight without armor,” Ekaterina huffed. “Really.” “You need it.” Maxwell welcomed her challenge. “Try me.” Ekaterina rose. “No.” He moved forward in a mock lunge. “Draw your weapon.” He wanted to prove it wasn’t about armor, but conviction, dedication and knowledge. He unsheathed his seldom-used falchion sword. “Draw.” She shook her head. “No.” “Draw.” Maxwell tapped her left shoulder with the flat of his blade. Ekaterina jumped, but remained defiant. “No.” “Now.” He smacked her left hip hard with the flat of his blade. She ignored the sting. “You can’t make me.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Maxwell raised his sword to his free arm. “Let me help you.” He expressed no sign of pain as his blade cut the inside of his forearm. “No, don’t!” Utter disbelief on her face, Ekaterina drew her short sword from her side. He raised his sword. “Come on.” Angered at the double hit, followed by the draw of his blood, she swung and connected to his right rib area. Terrified, she dropped her sword and stepped back. “I didn’t mean it.” His assessment of his bloody wound swift, Maxwell leveled his gaze on her. “Why like that?” Ekaterina stared at the blood as it dripped from his side. “Is there another way?” “The flat of the blade.” “I didn’t know.” The sound of regret filled her voice as much as fear and Maxwell sensed her expectance of his retaliation. He chose to disappoint her and simply wiped off and sheathed his sword. He grabbed some material from an armoire and sat to tend his rib wound along with the one on his arm. The fact he twice demonstrated the ability to hit without drawing blood and the idea the elf chose edge instead upset him a bit. Ekaterina observed how he wrapped the material around his ribcage. “No one ever showed me.” Finished, he studied her. “I just did.” Grateful for the magical qualities that allowed his armors and weapons to be far lighter, he knew she could lift them without much difficulty. “I’m sorry.” She climbed the wooden beam, retrieved his armor and set it near him. She picked up her short sword, wiped it off and sheathed it. Maxwell ignored his armor and lay down. He listened to her movements, but remained silent.

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Paula Calloway Ekaterina sat on the bench seat. She wanted to hug him, hear he forgave her and curl up in his arms. He was unlike any man she ever encountered. She listened to his steady breaths for sometime before she crept over and curled up against his back. His whisper was soft as the gentle night wind, “I care for you more than I should.” **** Alarmed by his words as anxiety consumed her and uncertain how to react, she held her breath. After a moment’s hesitation, she pulled away and stood. “I need a walk. Be back in a few minutes.” She climbed over the wagon’s tailgate and dropped to the ground. She dodged the oncoming team and fell in step several feet behind the third wagon, her thoughts on the dangerous man who set all her senses on alert. “He’s hard, cold and something I never encountered before. And he did what no one else did in fifty years.” The captain broke through her defenses with words spoken in a voice Ekaterina couldn’t shake as they brought her too close to capture. “Evasion is the only option. Letting him wrap around me will strip away my purpose in life. He doesn’t offer an opportunity I can afford.” She shook him from her senses and eyed the world around her. **** Aware of the time passing, Maxwell moved to the back, peeked out and spotted her. He returned to his previous position and listened to her climb into the wagon. The feel of her warmth snuggled against his back pleased him. He listened to her breaths indicate slumber and then drifted to sleep.

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ver careful, Maxwell moved away from her. The fact the elf looked so sweet when asleep didn’t help him in the least. He draped his cape over her and went to check on his team. He returned and knelt by his injured soldier. He chewed on some jerky. Ekaterina squinted at the midmorning sun and looked down at what covered her. She clutched his cape, drew it to her face and inhaled his scent, her smile content. She dropped the material and rolled onto her stomach. She looked at the captain, her expression soft at the tender care he administered to the wounded man. “How did you get command, Max?” “The town needed someone to retrieve the stolen caravan.” “And you volunteered?” Angus poked his head in the back. “He was the right man for the job.” “The right man.” Ekaterina flinched as the captain’s steely gaze fastened on the interloper. The soldier nodded. “No one better.” She smirked at the captain’s grimace. “He’s good?” Maxwell cleared his throat. “Enough.” Angus flinched. “Sir?”

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Paula Calloway “Your job.” “Yes, Sir. I served the others breakfast. Do you want anything, miss?” “There’s still some in the basket.” As the captain finished his task, Ekaterina caught his gaze and stood. “Show me how to do the sword thing.” Maxwell rose to his feet. “Draw your sword.” “After you put on your armor.” He donned his armor without his helmet in mere minutes and then moved to the boxes. “Come here.” Her advance tentative, he moved behind her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. “Trust me.” Alert to the tenseness of her body, he debated between a lesson and wicked play as his hand covered hers. Ekaterina swallowed hard when a shiver raced through her. His hand warm and soft on hers, she considered him detrimental to her senses. Aware his proximity clouded her wit, Maxwell deliberately put his mouth close to her ear. “Keep the blade ready to attack since some people will see the move coming. Right before contact, flick your wrist.” He demonstrated. “Try it.” He moved back. Disconcerted by his nearness, she honestly tried, but her blade’s edge struck the box three times. She dared not tell him the caress of his voice undid her. “This is harder than I thought.” “Stay your weapon.” He stepped to her. “Like this.” He placed his hand more firmly over hers and became her weapons instructor. He guided her sword swing to avoid any contact too deep in the boxes again for several minutes. The feel of her tugged on his senses and stirred him. His mind deep in thought, he walked away and removed his armor. He sat, his back to the wall, his gaze fixed. Ekaterina sheathed her weapon and grabbed several strips of material from the wardrobe. “Can I change your wound dressing?”

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Paula Calloway “I won’t need to.” “Can you kill a child?” Spiteful, Ekaterina shot back, “I don’t…” She looked away from his hard gaze. Maxwell flung the question, “If you go in his house and his wife walks out with a baby, can you kill both?” Her mouth opened, but he cut her off. “You thought too long. He is behind you. You are dead.” “Stop it.” He smirked evilly. “Stop what?” “Confusing me.” Ekaterina turned away to fight her anger and tears unseen. “If I’m in your way, leave.” The words out before he realized it, Maxwell held his ground. “No.” “You fear the loss of control, yet you gave him control.” Ekaterina spun to face him. “No, I didn’t.” Maxwell stepped closer. “What drives you?” “Avenging my parents.” “Exactly what he wants you to do.” Ekaterina moved back again. “Am not.” Maxwell remained even keeled. “You are.” “How?” He again steered her with his own steps. “Isn’t he the driving force in your life?” “No.” Ekaterina hated the sting of tears in her eyes. “I am.” Maxwell raised his eyebrow. “Are you?” “Yes.” A box against her back halted her. “Your pursuit is what he laid out for you, not what you want.” Undeterred by the anger in her eyes, he predatorily closed the distance between them. Ekaterina shut her eyes and fought the turmoil now stirred within her. “It can’t be.” Maxwell never relented. “He came into your world, stole something precious from you and laid out the plans for you

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Paula Calloway viper.” The weapon’s clatter earned her scowl. Her jaw clenched, she sent her third blade sailing. Surprised it stuck, she walked over, scooped up her daggers and flung them toward the corner away from the captain. He stood. “It’s not as if I can provide for you.” Ekaterina snatched up her daggers. “You’re in my way.” “Then leave.” Maxwell granted a release days ago. “No.” Furious the captain even went there, she lobbed the daggers in rapid succession. He sidestepped the first two weapons and purposefully allowed the third blade to pierce his right bicep. He grabbed the dagger hilt, each word enunciated through clenched teeth, “Son of a bitch.” Fear clutched her very soul as Ekaterina fought the overwhelming urge to flee. “They weren’t supposed to hit you.” His pull of her unbalanced dagger from his flesh slow, Maxwell let it roll off his palm to the floor in the same menacing manner. The weapon’s clatter broke the deadly silence. His hand cupped his wound and his gaze locked hers. “What do you expect when you lob three daggers?” “I went too far. I’ll leave.” Guilt-ridden she hurt the only person who showed kindness to her without a price, she walked to the tailgate, her heart heavy, her voice soft, “Before you kill me.” Distraught the elf threw the daggers since he only harmed her when she posed a possible threat, he worried her departure meant her absence forevermore. Desperate, he surveyed the area for something to stop her. He must get her attention. He snatched the poorly made bloody dagger from the floor and launched it. His skill not only sank the blade deeply into the wood, but his accuracy lodged it directly beside her head. “I did not miss,” he stated quietly. Frozen by the solid thud, Ekaterina believed his words true, as evidenced by her own dagger when it didn’t pierce her back. Unable to move as the blood, his blood, rolled

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened along the dagger’s edge, dripped from the hilt and landed on the wagon floor, she swallowed. A powerful fear wrapped around her as his skillful accuracy assured her to run meant wrong and to face equaled survival. Afraid of a dagger in his hand, she turned around. Wary, his every muscle ready to react, Maxwell stood statuesque. His anger undeniable, he refused to let her hurt him again. His piercing violet gaze burned her with searing heat and followed her every move across the floor to stand before him. “I didn’t think I’d hit you.” She climbed on the box beside him and placed a gentle kiss above where his hand protected his injury. She moved to his lips, which remained motionless, cold and bitter. She pulled back, her regret deep. “I’m sorry.” He stood motionless, his expression unreadable, his steady gaze locked to hers. Disappointment clouded his thoughts. Ekaterina lowered her eyes and climbed down. She thought about the incident and his total lack of reaction scared her far greater than anything she ever encountered before. “I’m not leaving, just taking a short walk.” She climbed over the tailgate, jumped down and moved aside as the third wagon passed her. She fell in step, but stayed about twenty feet behind. Her heart hurt, her mind spun and everything was wrong. “Telling him what I really want to say is no different than giving him total control over everything I am, everything making me who I am, my heart, mind and soul. It gives him the ability to destroy or build me. Giving him the power terrifies me, but I can’t fight him any longer.” Hit in the face with the truth, Ekaterina realized she fought herself, not him, and it was a losing battle. “I can’t take anymore beating, holding, battering, touching, attacks, kindness, confusion and truth.” She surrendered all to the

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Paula Calloway only person to reach her in fifty years and fought her tears. “I do love you.” She caught back up to the middle wagon and climbed in. She gathered two of her daggers, but left the one the captain returned in a justified manner. **** Maxwell cleaned up most of the blood and then donned his armor. He tapped the driver’s companion on the shoulder. “Angus, go rest.” His order obeyed, he climbed onto the front bench seat and took the reins. “As soon as I get back and get things settled, I must visit the cemetery.” Her presence softened his voice, “Nice walk, Dusty?” Surprised to see her so soon, he motioned with his head and sent his soldier in the back to rest. She climbed onto the seat and sat beside him. She fidgeted for a minute to work up her courage. “I—” “I lied.” Ekaterina felt her heart plummet. “Max—” “About my inability to support you.” Her sigh filled with relief, Maxwell looked ahead. He whispered, “Perhaps I could love you.” “I do love you.” She leaned her head toward him until the realization her weight pressed on his injured side halted her. She straightened. “Sorry.” His frown inward, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and drew her close. He liked her resistance and urged her to lean against him. He welcomed her relent to his whim and caressed her side. Her head eventually came to rest in his lap as sleep overtook her. It took almost three weeks for the caravan to arrive at the hamlet of Hope and it became common for Maxwell to drive once a day as Ekaterina rode beside him. The bonded couple spent their time becoming familiar with each other in many ways.

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axwell kept his voice low. “Angus, jump down and tell Stanford and Raven to drop the newest passengers at the inn. Meet me at the teamsters.” He continued past as the other wagons drew to the side and halted. He brought his wagon to a stop at a large corral on the north side of town. He looked down at the elf asleep, her head on his lap. His touch light, he caressed her side. The feel of her shapely body hidden beneath her clothes teased him. He rubbed her arm and smiled at the flutter of her eyelids. Ekaterina sat up and stretched. “Are we here?” His embrace steadied her. “Yes. I must file a few papers. You okay here?” She nodded. “Where are we?” “On the north side of Hope at the teamster’s. Back in a few.” Maxwell jumped down, trotted inside and completed the necessary paperwork in mere minutes. Ekaterina remained wary of the quietness around her until the captain’s long strides carried him to her side. “Done?” “Yes.” He helped her down and collected their gear. “I’ll take you to my house, but then I must excuse myself for a bit.” He escorted her through town, her dog on their heels. She looked around. “Hamlet of Hope seems nice.”

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Paula Calloway North of where the wagon parked stood the teamster’s building with the constable’s office on the eastside and the dairy on the westside. At the T-junction, the road to the east led to a storage warehouse and the west led to a major intersection in front of the trading post. The north road traveled past the church as the west meandered by some houses and Main Street turned south. The couple turned on Main Street, crossed a bridge over a beautiful small river, passed the tailor and village hall on the westside and the weaver and blacksmith on the eastside. A road led east and past there stood the leather shop where the inn and tavern combination occupied the westside. Beyond a few farms, a smaller road led west and, along that stretch, the couple stopped at a large two story stone house on the southside with a horse shed in the backyard. Simple shades of gray made the dwelling unobtrusive. Maxwell unlocked his front door and ushered her inside. He set aside their packs and removed his armor, but kept his sword on his side. He cupped the side of her jaw and rubbed his thumb along her cheek. “I will return in a few.” He placed his trust in her and left the house. He intended to finish up with his first wife’s lady friend who tended his house for more than a month and then planned to complete his business of fifteen years at the cemetery. The cavalier reconsidered reenlistment in the Guard, an activity he excused himself from one night long ago. Fear his own agendas might stand in the way made him certain he didn’t want as dedicated. Maxwell entered the cemetery and dropped to one knee at the gravesite. He bowed his head, drew a medallion from his pocket and placed a long kiss on the golden pendant. He hung the trinket on his wife’s tombstone as his goodbye. He sobbed and kissed the headstones of his children. He stared at their graves for a long time. “Farewell.” He pushed an unmarked stone away from the others and let go of an old life to start anew.

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Paula Calloway through the eyes of a selfish child while yours came through the eyes of a grown man. I lost my parents who gave me unconditional love, whereas you lost those you loved unconditionally. You spent your life giving what I lost. Over the years, you learned to give love as well as receive. I never accomplished such. Our common ground is something we loved and cherished was violently ripped from our grasp. It’s a painful memory.” She drew a deep breath to avoid crying. “As of that night, I devised the murder of every man I even thought resembled the bastard. Any man appearing cruel, powerful and rich became a target of my vindictive intentions and hatred.” Maxwell observed the play of emotions on her face change from hurt to anger and then soften to something deeper. He slid his hands to rest high on her hips as his thumbs slipped under her shirt to caress the silken flesh of her waist. Her ice blue eyes reflected an intense sincerity equal to the genuineness of her words. Ekaterina shivered. “You fit the description. You drew my blood on the hill, threw me into the wagon and showed no care. However, several facts forced me to think when under your blade and your persuasive demeanor. Running was destined for failure, hence, the compliant walk to the wagons. With so many guards, weapons were nothing more than an amusement to you, although you might laugh hard enough for me to get several feet before you tackled me to the ground, tossed me over your shoulder and who knows what else.” He steadied the troubled woman in his grip who struggled for the words to express her heart. The fact she opened herself to him coaxed him to squeeze her hips in reassurance. She forced a smile. “When you left me my stuff, I considered you arrogant, but soon discovered you were confident. Worrying for the women and children, I

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened considered trying to get them from you, but never figured out how to fit it in my course of action. With no foreseeable escape route, I needed to plan a more cautious departure. You had all the indications of a suitable target and I was sure you were what I hated.” Her emotions shaken, Ekaterina let him hold her gaze. “I admit you were one of those men I intended to entice into a bed and, in the middle of the night, torture as I laughed and you died beneath my dagger while I escaped under cover of darkness.” Her forehead against his chest to hide her own tears, she clutched him. “You had a heart, you cared and you were kind. You turned my head, drew my attention, reached my mind, touched my heart and caressed my soul. I’m so entangled with you and my heart is so exposed to you that instead of killing you, I’ll kill for you or die trying.” Astonished by her words, Maxwell caressed her waist. She has a deeper side than I expected. Ekaterina wiped her eyes to hide the tears before she sat up. She took his hand, held it open and kissed his palm. She closed his hand and put it over her heart. “You have me, right there in the palm of your hand. My life was simple a few weeks ago with everything laid out nice and neat. I was in control of myself, in command of my life and then you came along and pointed out his control.” His gaze fixed, he returned his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. He wanted to hold her, to offer her comfort, to be with her. She almost smiled. “You made me think. You made me feel. You melted my icy defenses, you shattered my doors off their hinges and you crumbled my stone walls. You stole me from me and now you have me, wherever you want me. Why weren’t you like everyone else I knew? Why did you have to be you? For fifty years, I endured life’s pain, yet in you I see the possibility of life’s perfect pleasure.”

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Paula Calloway Maxwell wrapped his arms around her. He liked the way he affected her, the way she saw a possible future and that she stayed. Ekaterina put her head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, her whisper soft, “How do I keep these velvet chains from letting go or breaking?” He whispered, “You don’t. They are securely around you of their own will. I love you. I am yours.” She snuggled deeper into his warmth. “I love you, too.” She refused to move from the one place, the only place, safe and secure, protected and sheltered, wanted and needed… in his arms. She clung to him for a lengthy time. With another confession on her mind, her urge to run strengthen, Ekaterina rose. “I followed you to the cemetery. I was wrong. You wanted privacy. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I must ask and then will never breach the subject again.” Her step back evident, Maxwell hooked his forefinger inside the waistband of her pants, pulled her closer and coerced her leg to rest against his thigh. Unaffected by the fact of more to come, he waited. She needs to clear her head and if this is her way, so be it. His smile remained inward. No one ever said elves were quiet creatures once they gave their trust. Uneasy, she shifted. “Don’t throw any daggers without warning.” He met her gaze. His reflexes lightning fast, he drew a blade from his side and sank it into the short table in front of the couch. “Call it out of my system.” “Why do you do those things when I’m terrified anyway?” Ekaterina frowned at his smirk. “Why did you put the medallion on the one stone?” Maxwell hesitated to answer for several minutes. “Saying goodbye.” “Who was the unmarked headstone for?” “Who do you think?” “You.” Ekaterina worked up her courage. “Why did you push it over?”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Maxwell gave her a meaningful look. The amount of questions from her indicated her inexperience and summoned his patience. She accepted the lack of reply. “Why did you agree to help me avenge my parent’s murders?” “What you want.” Ekaterina shifted her stance. “You said you followed the path I’m on and there’s nothing at the end of it. Why? What’s at the end of yours?” Silent for a moment, Maxwell looked deep into her eyes. “Your path leads to closure for you.” Mine led to… “You.” She straddled his lap. “If I kill him, it makes me an assassin and, uncertain of where to get this answered since I don’t want to go to jail, I’m asking you. I never killed, but what does it take to be an assassin?” “Cold, hard killing including those in your path. Yourself, if need be.” Ekaterina disliked his answer. “I can accept your offer to train me, but is it fair for me to carry out my plans when you willingly changed yours for me?” Maxwell rested his hands on her hips. “Your decision.” “The answer is no. I thought my once simple and easy to attain goal perfect, but many flaws surfaced. Pursuit is certain death. I will practice thievery on you for as long as you allow, but I don’t know what to do with myself. Any suggestions?” He reached into his pack and pulled out a scroll case. He handed it to her, his voice as soft as his caress, “Love.” Ekaterina took it. “What is it?” Maxwell coaxed, “Open it.” She removed the cap, pulled out a rolled parchment and set the case and lid between them. She unrolled and studied the paper. “Frolicking specks?” Pleased by her effortless ability to read the title, he smiled. “This is a scroll of a spell which provides light you

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Paula Calloway can direct as desired.” Ekaterina returned it to the case, put it on her pack and sat up. “Thank you. Will you still train me?” Baffled, Maxwell hoped for her surrender of the pursuit since handing her an alternative. He tucked her against his body as his one hand wrapped around her waist and his other pinned her hair in place. He fell into a forward roll and came back to his feet in the living room, his hair wisped around his face and shoulders. He released her and stepped back. “How?” He spent some time in a demonstration of simple tumbling maneuvers. He ended the session, but needed to determine exactly where her skills stood. He led her to the chest in the living room. “Open it.” Ekaterina searched the lock mechanism, but to no avail. She pulled her lock picks from her pouch and started the task before her. She fumbled the attempt. Maxwell directed her to the armoire and clasped his hands behind his back. “Open this.” She followed the same steps until the tool’s snap halted her. She pulled out the biggest piece. “Sorry.” With his gaze fixed on her, he tilted his head. “Hmmm. Why did you do that?” Ekaterina looked up as his long black hair slid forward and veiled his face. “It wasn’t on purpose.” Maxwell flipped his hair over his shoulder. He banged the side of his fist on the door and smirked as it creaked open. She grimaced. “I bet it wasn’t even locked.” “Stay here.” He dashed upstairs, collected what he sought and then returned to her. He led her to the kitchen, seated her at the table and spread five locks before her. “Try and then place them in the order you do them.” Ekaterina failed the first lock, set it aside and continued, but managed to open only two. She frowned at the three

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened unopened locks. “This isn’t easy.” Maxwell moved behind her, bent down and held out his hand. “May I borrow your lock picks?” “Why?” “I have none of my own.” “Don’t assassins have thieving skills and tools?” Ekaterina placed the small ring of various metal lengths and shapes in his proffered hand. Maxwell closed his fingers over hers and denied her escape. “What do you think?” Her swallow hard, he released her, his smile slow. “You work this one like this.” He pulled a lock closer and showed her how to open the three failed locks one at a time. He sensed her frustration over one in particular and set it aside. “The other is on the door across from my bedroom.” He put the two hardest locks near her hand. “Keep them. Come with me.” He collected the three remaining padlocks, led her upstairs and returned them to the box in his bedroom armoire with the knowledge her training in this rested in his hands. She peeked in the door and her eyes went wide at the massive bed. “Wow.” His smile private, he took her hand and led her to the door across the hall. “This lock operates differently.” He explained it in detail and then waited. “Simple enough.” Ekaterina reached for the door handle. Maxwell captured her hand in his and raised an eyebrow. “Traps?” Aware such mistakes in dungeons meant death, he doubted her ability as a thief. She stopped. “I missed something?” He pointed to the trap. “This.” He drew a dagger from his side and demonstrated the lock mechanism. “Try.” Her second attempt failed. He moved behind her and guided her hands until it clicked open. He sheathed his dagger, pushed open the stone door and stepped back as the incessant illumination coins he long ago placed on the walls provided

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Paula Calloway light. Ekaterina walked into the large room and stared in utter disbelief at the seven large open crates lined along the walls. Each massive box measured three and a half feet tall, two feet wide and three feet long. Gold, silver and platinum coins almost overflowed the crates. She moved to the closest container and trailed her hand over the coins. Never in her life did she dream of so much wealth, but here it lay before her. “Is this real?” Attentive so the elf remained unhurt by anything in the two chests of unidentified magical and miscellaneous items, Maxwell stood in the doorway. He intended to give her the gift to fulfill her dreams and see what she did with it. “This is yours.” Staggered by his words, she shook her head. “Uh, no, it’s yours.” Her steps carried her around the room and back to him. “There’s so much I can bathe in it. This is far more than I ever saw. I don’t want attached to it.” She headed downstairs. He followed her. “The other rooms?” “I’ll find them later.” Ekaterina returned to the table and put the locks in her pack. She picked up her tools. Maxwell grabbed an apple from the kitchen table and entered the living room. He freed his dagger of its solid hold and sheathed it. “Open the chest.” He sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. His gaze fixed, he bit the fruit. She knelt at the dust-covered chest. She picked the lock, raised the lid and froze. A child’s ball, pictures of two children and one of a human woman along with several personal items, to include a hairbrush and mirror stared back. An onslaught of his agony and hers lurched through her. She stared at his life, everything he was and should still be. She closed her eyes and fought the tears. She lowered the chest lid. He stared at the table. “Please, remove your broken tool from the armoire.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Ekaterina went to the device and touched the door. She stared when the slender wooden barricades opened wider and revealed numerous elegant dresses. “What do you want done with them?” Uncertain of his desired answer, Maxwell sat back. “Want them?” “No. Give them to a church.” She closed the doors, walked over and knelt beside him on the couch. “Tell me about your family.” He stretched out his legs. “My life was mundane, to the fullest extent. I worked, came home for lunch and kissed my wife, Alexa, when home for the day. My boys, ages five and seven, were happy. I loved them very much. I could say I was bored with routine. The unexpected night came during family time. They broke in, took me to the floor. My gathered family was laid near me. Alexa sobbed for the safety of our children. The men proceeded to… hurt her. I struggled, but with little hope as the sword tasted my blood upon my neck. One move meant my death. Much as you when I found you.” Maxwell swallowed his grief in his lengthy pause. He glanced up at the obsidian dragon skin on the wall behind the couch. “My father. The elements of evil sought revenge for his death and came to my house. They left me alive to live with the pain for all my years. I gave them what they wanted and showed them I was nothing. My visit at the cemetery is my apology to her for my failure.” He tilted back his head and closed his eyes. Ekaterina brushed aside her tears. His remark about his father sank in, but the notion of his mother never crossed her mind. She resigned herself to the fact she slept with no less than a half-dragon. “How do you keep doing that to me?” “What?” “Reaching my heart.”

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Paula Calloway Maxwell lifted up his head, opened his eyes and met her gaze, his voice soft, “Magic.” Ekaterina gasped. “Your eyes are amber. Oh great. Talk about dragons and your eyes change color. I like them better as violet.” His eyes changed back. “How?” He smirked. “Magic.” She gave a long drawn out sigh. “The stuff dreams are made of, the fabric of life intermingled with the veil of belief and illusion, woven from reality and fantasy, intertwining hopes and dreams, overflowing with wonder and amazement. Any books?” Maxwell adored her description as much as he did her. He pointed to a bookshelf. “First one on the top left. Do you want the magic?” “More than you know.” Ekaterina went to the shelf, grabbed the indicated book and returned to sit on his lap. With her legs draped over his, she curled up into his warmth, nudged her shoulder under his arm and rested her head on his chest. She propped the book against the front of her thighs and read. His arm draped across her legs as his thumb caressed the inside of her thigh and his other arm circled around her backside and rested on her hip. Ready to lend assistance as the elf read, he leaned back his head and closed his eyes, his appetite on hold. He enjoyed her body against him and her soft, subtle scent. After quite sometime, she closed the book and sighed. “I’ll never tell another you’re a dragon.” Maxwell liked the way her wiggled rump demanded his direct attention. “I owe you something.” He stood with her in his arms and her sucked in breath alerted him to her panic. He set her on her feet and sidestepped around her. Aware of her on his heels, he chuckled most of the way up the stairs. He entered the privy. “Tub, fill.” Within seconds, the warm water flowed into the large tub and steam danced along its bubbly surface.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Ekaterina stared. “How did you do that?” He sat with his side to the chair back, his leg draped on the armrest, his arm flung over the chair back and his back to the chair arm. His adoration of her undeniable, he hoped the expectation on his face evident. Her blush made her even more attractive. Her gaze averted, she removed her clothes. The last garment hit the floor and she straightened. “Get in.” Her action made a subtle splash as Maxwell stripped off his clothes, one piece at a time. He dropped the last article of material and locked her gaze, his command gentle, “Breathe.” Ekaterina realized she held her breath. She exhaled and drew in a deep breath, but failed to ignore the shiver sent up her spine by the warm water. He went to the hallway door and opened it a bit. His position denied her ability to see his actions. He accepted the hovering platter. He turned around and adored her surprised gasp. He set the silver tray of candles, each of various heights, widths and colors, on the counter near the tub. He made certain his stance concealed his actions from her curious gaze and lit the candles. She loved the romantic glow in the room. “If I ask who brought you those candles and how you lit them, I’ll hear the word magic, won’t I?” His smile warm, Maxwell winked and slipped into the water. He eased her into the comfort of his arms and legs. He slid his palms over her and loved how her flesh warmed to the water’s temperature. “Ah, forgot something.” He gingerly scooted her away, jumped up and sloshed water onto the floor. He rushed for the door. Ekaterina turned and sighed dreamily at the chance to see every inch of him. His calves, thighs, back and broad shoulders were powerfully muscled, but those firm, tight buttocks made his backside a delightful pleasure to view.

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Paula Calloway No man ever fascinated her before. “Is there a word to describe him?” Gone for less than a minute, he came back with a smile and a bowl of green grapes. “Love does strange things to people.” He made sure not to hurt her and slipped back into the water. He drew her back against him. He picked up a grape and sensually traced her red lips with the tiny fruit. Captivated by the movement of her luscious mouth, he trailed the fruit over her lips and into her mouth where her tongue savored it before she swallowed. Unable to ignore her seductive throat, he groaned. He intended to torment her entire body with the mere touch of his own. She twisted and reached to pull him to her. “I want to kiss you.” “Turn around and put down your hand or I stop.” Her swift obedience accompanied by a delightful pout set off a deep rumble in his chest. He turned her enough to run the tip of his tongue over her delectable lips and then kissed her closed mouth. Her parted lips invited him in. He dipped his tongue inside her given warmth and discovered sweet heaven. They kissed for a long time and deliberately explored each other’s mouths while his hands rubbed her back and sides. He gripped her hips, drew her into his lap and pressed her body against his. His kiss tender, he caressed the inside of her thigh, but refused to go where the sweet temptation demanded. Her desperation intense, he cupped her firm little derriere. Her moves indicated her attempt to rush him. He captured her wrists and withdrew the sensuous caress of his hands. Her objectionable groan earned his smile. Her soft and silky flesh invited his exploration. Her long nails raked his powerful legs. The steady rise and fall of his chest with each of his breaths made her beg for more of any sensation he might bestow upon her. He broke their kiss. His gaze devoured her petite body. “Mmm, you taste delicious, Dusty.” This woman was a

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened perfect figure with firm breasts, a willowy waist, curved hips, slender thighs and shapely legs. Her fair complexion enhanced by her ice blue eyes, he released her black hair to spread over her shoulders and cascade like a satin waterfall at midnight. He bent his head down to her neck and placed kisses along with warm, deep breaths around her ears. His firm hold curbed her movements. He licked her nipple. She arched toward him. “More, Max. Please.” “With pleasure.” His lips encircled her nipple as he caressed her side. He sucked and licked. His hand slid down her stomach to slip between her thighs to rest on her downy nest of curls. He pulled back. “Shall I stop?” “No!” She ran the palm of her free hand over his shoulder and drew his head back to her breast. His mouth swift to latch onto her nipple and suck, she trembled. His rigid shaft pressed against her thigh. “I don’t know how you do what you do, but if we don’t get into bed, I’ll take what I want right here.” “Trust me?” Her nod all the answer he needed, he stood and brought her with him. He swept his arms around her waist and lifted her up to him. He kissed her with more passion than he felt in a long time. He cupped her backside and her legs wrapped hungrily around his waist. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed under him. “Release me.” “But I want you, Max.” “And I want you, Dusty. Trust me.” He forced her legs to release. He slid down her body, kissed her belly and eased between her thighs. He nibbled her inner thigh and then licked a trail to the feathery curls his hand touched mere moments ago. Her scent filled him. He slipped one arm under her thigh to place a hand on her stomach and hold her down. His other hand opened her to him. Certain no man’s lips ever kissed her crux, he touched his tongue to the delicacy.

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Paula Calloway “What are you…” His mouth hot against her, she fisted his hair, closed her eyes and instinctively spread her legs. A fiery heat surged through her and his expert touch sent her toward ecstasy. She reveled in the erotic pleasure his tongue created. “Yes, please, more.” He kissed her crux and relished the responsive thrust of her hips. He slipped a finger deep inside her. Her bucks accompanied by a broken utterance, he drank greedily from the sweet nectar he desired and the woman beneath him gave. Desperate to stop him before nothing remained of her, she tugged on his hair. “No more.” She trembled, her breath fast and uneven. He inched up her body and kissed her breasts. He prompted her legs to part farther as the heat of her core forced him to control his urgent desires. He kissed the hollow of her throat. “I love you, Dusty.” “I love you, too, Max.” She slipped her hands under his arms and pulled him to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his apex pressed against her. His arms under her shoulders, his grip tender, he slipped his erection inside her and held his shaft deep within. He savored the feel and heat of her satin sheath tight around him. He eased forward, but avoided giving her his full length. He cherished the way her hands pulled at him and how her body willingly accepted all he gave. He slid in and out, his moves in time with hers for a long time. His speed increased with each smooth thrust. “More, Max. Faster. Please.” Her ecstasy filled moans and the hard arch of her back increased his pace. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his hardness as deep as he dared inside her and brought her to a climax of intense pleasure. He joined her at the last minute and poured his liquid passion into her. He held himself deep inside her. His hand caressed her breasts and his lips claimed hers. Her submission to his

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened searching tongue drove him. He kissed her hard and gave what she sought for a lingering moment. He broke their kiss, propped on his forearms and gazed down upon her. Ekaterina traced her forefinger across his lower lip. “How did you turn your eyes amber?” “Magic. Never judge a book by its cover.” Maxwell altered his appearance to look like a female version of himself. Leery, she stared. “You make an attractive woman, but I like you the way you were. I’ll bet sex stays interesting.” His strange amber eyes swirled into his familiar violet and his masculine body again pressed against her. “That was wonderful.” He nuzzled her neck and her scent beckoned. “Hmm. I presume you mean our lovemaking.” “Of course.” Ekaterina hugged him close. “You do feel good in more ways than I can name.” His body lax, Maxwell enjoyed her closeness for several lingered minutes. Her body shifted under him. He propped up and studied her. Potential she has, ability she will learn and life she will give. Her sweet face held his attention until her gaze drifted toward the door. He sighed inwardly. “I need to replace my tools.” He rolled off her and sat on the bed’s edge. He looked at the floor, his tone flat, “I will take you to the trading post.” He rose, dressed in breeches, a shirt and low riding boots. Disheartened, Ekaterina stood and dressed in her last set of clean clothes. She finger combed her hair. “Max…” “Hush.” Maxwell led her downstairs and strapped his long sword to his side. His hand pressed on her lower back, he ushered her out the door. With his strides shortened for her, he walked beside her and proffered his arm. She looped her arm through his. “Do I just ask?” He understood her uncertainty and surmised her sacrifice to get the first set. He cupped his hand over hers.

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Paula Calloway “Here? Outright. At other places, depends. If possible, watch and learn.” Ekaterina enjoyed the afternoon sun as it warmed her body. “Is it always this nice in Hope?” Maxwell caressed the back of her hand. “Springs are cool and blossoms are fragrant. Summers are a little more than warm and the gentle rains go almost unnoticed as most occur late night or early morning. Autumns are cool and colorful. Winters are mild with no snow in almost over a decade.” His company enjoyed, she let her arm brush against his side. “This is nice.” “I agree.” He directed her onto the trading post’s wooden porch and then opened and held the door for her. His gaze swept over both traders before he locked gazes with the younger one in chain mail. He positioned himself between her and the greater threat. Dressed in simple attire, Alasar, the older trader, forced a toothless smile as his gaze assessed the towering escort. He turned his attention to his customer. “What can I get for you today, miss?” “I need some tools to replace my broken ones.” Uncomfortable, Ekaterina shifted. The trader chuckled. “Which kind?” “Lock picks.” Alasar pointed to a set. “Thirty gold.” He glanced at the motionless and vigilant captain who locked gazes with his partner, his greater worry the man who escorted the elf. “Twenty gold and your ones.” Ekaterina put the coins and her old tools on the counter and collected her new ones. She headed for the door, opened it and stepped outside. Greeted by the welcoming air, she sighed. His gaze never broken from the younger man, his every step calculated, Maxwell backed across the room and out the door behind her. He closed the door and pivoted his

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened back to the building. “I’ll never go back in there.” She slipped the tools in her pouch. “Good.” He proffered his arm, welcomed her acceptance and turned toward the house. Hesitant, Ekaterina let curiosity get the better of her. “If I wanted to find out about someone, whom do I talk to?” Maxwell gave her a meaningful look. Vague, you are not. “The church is on the north road and the constable’s office is located near the teamster’s building. Do you remember?” “Yes. Can I go there now?” “Do as you will, but be wary of the trading post.” A bit distraught by her want for the tools, he remained concerned for her safety, but continued on his way. **** As the captain departed, his long strides a magnificent sight, Ekaterina hurried to the church. The stone building, adorned with a steeple, several colorful windows and large double doors, stood surrounded by gardens along the front and on the west side. She paid little mind to the cemetery. She made her way inside the large stone structure. Calvin, a patriarch and a lesser clergy member, was a long time priest with the church. “I’m Brother Calvin. How may I assist you?” The human had short brown hair, wore spectacles and a dark, brown robe. She smiled. “I need to learn about injuries and find out about someone in town.” “Curative and information. Let me get you something.” The priest left the room for less than a minute. He returned and handed her a book. “For a small donation to cover replacement costs, I’ll give you this. It’ll help you learn to bind wounds, sew gashes and other helpful things.” He offered another item. “This is a healer’s kit. It contains

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Paula Calloway gauze, salve and other items needed to treat injuries.” Ekaterina offered two gold coins. “Thank you. What can you tell me of Sir Maxwell?” “Ah yes, Sir Maxwell.” Calvin accepted the coins, his glance flicked to a closed door. “I wish Father Theodore were able to talk to you, but he’s a bit rushed right now. What I know of Sir Maxwell is he fell from the knightly path of Saint Sinclair. He’s not the same since the tragic night of the assault on his family. He always changed from one mixed emotion to the other. He dismissed himself from the church afterwards. I’m afraid it was better for both parties involved, at least until he gets his head and heart straight. Have you considered giving your time to Saint Sinclair?” “Thank you, but perhaps later.” The priest escorted her to the door. “I must try.” Ekaterina left the church. Uneasy about the trading post, she increased her pace and stayed on the far side of the road. She glanced at the opening door. Drake, the younger trader in chain mail, strode out on the porch and leered at the small elf. “How are you, miss? Are you good friends with Lord Maxwell?” “Yes.” Her etiquette enough to make her aware of the insult to the captain, she increased her pace. “Keep me in mind, sweet cheeks.” His laughter harsh, Ekaterina hurried to the constable’s office and welcomed the surge of relief when her hand grasped the door handle. “Some thief I am.” She entered and an older human rose from behind a desk. His body muscular for his age as signs of baldness showed through his white hair, Henri remained a formidable paladin. He gave a slight bow. “Welcome to the hamlet of Hope, miss. Are you passing through or staying?” “I need information.” He picked up a leaflet. “We’ve a good little town.” “On someone in town.” Ekaterina hoped for more information.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Henri furrowed his brow. “Might I ask who and your name?” “Sir Maxwell and I’m Ekaterina.” “Come with me.” He escorted her into the off-duty room and seated her. “Might I offer you some refreshment?” Her headshake granted him permission to sit. He thought back to the recently filed report and the consent contained within. The woman before him had total access to details on the captain. “What do you wish to know?” Ekaterina smiled. “Just a bit about him before I step somewhere I might not want to.” “He worked himself up in the ranks pretty high before his issues came to a head. It was a sad day when he came to us and gracefully withdrew from his line of work and dedication to the church. He helped this town by protecting it and providing economy after slaying an evil dragon. Some say he had hidden motives for leading the team in to defeat it. I was his mentor and put an end to rumors of it being a family member.” Henri grinned. “He said something about this trip being a… joyride all the way back.” She almost laughed. “Thank you, Sir.” Escorted to the door, now held for her, she exited and headed for the house. She stayed on the opposite side of the road from the trading post, but felt the man’s wretched gaze crawl over her skin. Drake rocked in his chair. “Tell Lord Maxwell hello and if you need anything at all, sweet thing, you come and see me. My door’s always open for you.” Ekaterina ignored his laughter and raced straight to the captain’s house with several glances over her shoulder. In her hurry to get inside, she fumbled to open the door twice before successful. She rushed inside, closed the door and locked it. She pressed her back against it, closed her eyes and took a few moments to catch her breath. The house’s warmth house invited her.

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Paula Calloway “Max?” She shrugged at the lack of response. “Time to investigate.” She went upstairs to his bedroom and shook her head. “That is one enormous bed. I’m surprised I didn’t get lost in it.” She spotted her dagger on a note in the middle of the pillows near the top. She climbed on the bed to the paper and collected her sheathed dagger. She looked at the strange writing with its elven translation. ‘Dearest Dusty, cleaned and ready.’ “Pretty handwriting. Time to test my new tools.” Ekaterina jumped from the bed and headed downstairs. With her back to the entryway, she looked around. Rich in heavy colors, the downstairs boasted two interior doors. The left opened to a coat closet with an armoire, coat rack, armor stand, boxes of extra linen, saddle rack and a bear rug on the floor. The right concealed a privy with the usual fixtures of a green chamber pot, tub and a large, lush plant. Splayed before her, the massive living room contained stairs to the left and a kitchen straight ahead. The kitchen held a stone hearth fireplace. Marble countertops ran across the back wall with an inset sink over which a lit candle flickered, but never dripped wax. An oval-shaped tweed rug covered the floor in front of the sink and a window above it overlooked the backyard. A bowl of apples served as the centerpiece on the thick, dark, smooth surfaced oak table. Six chairs surrounded the kitchen table. Two iceboxes, a pantry cupboard and a stove added their benefit. Deep reds and greens colored the drapery and any painted areas. Ekaterina returned to the living room. The fireplace mantle boasted trinkets, silk flowers in clear glass vases, remnants from his first wife and an empty golden picture frame. Two oak chairs with cushions of deep red faced the dark blue couch, trimmed in maroon and all focused on the plain thick, heavy coffee table in the center. Thick green coverings concealed the window and a scarlet rug lay at the opening to the kitchen.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Both dark wood bookshelves, one near the stairs closed with a wooden front panel and the other, open faced, on another wall, contained books on magical and mystical research, dragons and fighting styles. The desk contained books and resources on obscure knowledge, a receipt book, extra paper and quill pens with vials of ink. The armoire and chest’s contents familiar, she let her gaze settle on the enormous obsidian dragon skin. Ekaterina liked how the man she loved was part dragon. A shiver of excitement raced along her spine as fear danced across her mind. “My lover is a dragon.” She smiled and checked over the bookshelf to discover several hand drawn maps. The one marked ‘Swamp’ caught her attention, as did the worn journal. She stretched out on the floor and lay on her stomach to read the entries and cross-reference them with the map. She soon pushed aside the map and read the journal. The first entry explained his interest in putting his day in words. The captain never thought it a good idea, but his wife claimed him an excellent poet. The mention of his family included events and outings, walks to the creek and river in town for fishing and swim sessions along with notations of first and second childbirths. Ekaterina flipped several pages and read about his knight training, how drill every day provided discipline and his wish to seek enlightenment. Several examples of jobs carried out through his day seemed dull until the day the captain led the team on the mission to the swamp. A mention of his want for glory and his desire to eliminate the great evil were annotated with an entry of how logs became difficult due to his busy agenda. The next few entries seemed routine. The subsequent pages blank. She presumed it the night before the incident with his family and the intruders. At the last entry, she brushed aside the tears and returned the items to the proper shelf.

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Paula Calloway She flipped through a book on dragons and noted the page labeled ‘Obsidian Dragon’ absent. She tucked the note the captain wrote her into the page’s spot. She returned the book to the shelf and trailed her fingers over the other beautiful tomes. A small paper floated to the floor. She picked it up and discovered a receipt for four cemetery plots. Uncertain of where it came from, she placed it under the corner of a book in plain view. Ekaterina went to the other bookshelf and eyed the volumes on dragons and then the ones on magic. She pulled out a particular tome and flipped through the pages. She stopped at a detailed colored picture of a full-grown obsidian dragon. She noted how the creature’s typical shape matched the commonly described beast most parents used to scare their children. She remembered her mother’s tales of dragons, her words affectionate as though the magnificent magic beings were special. She let her fingers trace the outline of the great wings’ strong membrane, razor-sharp talons capable of precise incisions, teeth able to pierce armor or pick up something soft without damage, four muscular legs proficient at combat and a powerful tail skilled at destruction. The creature’s general form was similar to most other dragons. Named for the volcanic glass, the obsidian scales held the same pitch-black color, but with a lustrous shine. Ekaterina read the text aloud. “The intuitive obsidian dragon is clever, but fiery tempered, cruel, easily annoyed and equally offended. Its privacy is valued and dwellings preferences tend toward drab and murky. The predatory obsidian is foolish in many endeavors, but like all dragons, is an excellent swimmer, breathes water and uses spells at a whim.” She shivered. “Impervious to corrosive liquids and gases, this dragon uses the same. Coins are a favored treasure and exotic seafood is a preferential dish, but they enjoy their meat dipped in marsh water. They have excellent senses, are

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened conscious of all in their proximity and are capable of inspiring fear if desired. These telepathic beings are aware of everything about their lair, more so than any other dragon, since they seldom defend against any challenger and will likely flee in all circumstances.” Ekaterina countered each written statement. “He is smart, but I don’t see any indication of a bad temper and he doesn’t seem easily provoked. The dark house declares his preference for privacy, but I see nothing foolish about him. Was the note he wrote me in draconic? Magic and swimming, yes, but water breathing and marsh lurking?” The memory of the captain’s stealth swept through her as her fingers brushed the nape of her neck. “I hope he’s immune to what he spits. Who doesn’t like coins and what kind of food does the sea produce?” A shiver raced along her spine. “What a sickening meal topper. His excellent senses are obvious, but is there anything he is unaware of? He doesn’t need to inspire fear, he is fear, when he wants to be. What is telepathic and is this his lair? This is wrong because he did fight for his children. There’s always an exception. Maybe he’s it.” Ekaterina returned the book and went upstairs. Across from her stood the second privy decorated in deep purples and blues with hints of light greens accented by the rich colored linens draped from the ceiling to the head of the deep, wide tub. Candles adorned a table in the far corner. The counter held a washbasin and a chamber pot stood in another corner. A cushioned red velvet chair sat near the counter to view the tub. A purple rug covered a large section of floor. A door led to the master bedroom. Bedecked in angled patterns, the beige hall lacked wall embellishment as a simple rug ran its length. A lone window at the far end looked outside and under it stood a small cherry wood desk with a flower vase set atop a lace doily. From the hall, the left door led to the master bedroom

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Paula Calloway and the right to the treasure trove. Ekaterina stepped into the bedchamber. Draped in reds, the huge bedroom held furniture made of cherry wood. A huge deep beige rug covered the floor. One corner boasted an eight foot tall armoire with command words interwoven in the designs of its trimmed décor. The opposite corner held a desk with a chair. A fluffed chair of light brown rested against the wall across from the foot of the bed. A chest stood near the door and beside it towered an elegant fireplace with a bear rug at its feet. On each bedside stood an end table adorned with golden handles and a candelabrum. A washbasin with mirror sat on the table closest to the armoire. As the center of attention for the room stood the most enormous feather bed she ever saw covered in the deepest shade of red. Adorned with white and red silk sheets and covered by a thick velvet blanket, the bed held fluffy pillows with tassels. A canopy of sheer cloth of white with red narrow sheets draped across the top and then wound down the poles. The desk contained a dusty law book in one drawer, an untouched handbook on the religion of Saint Sinclair, some papers about his most recent trip on the top and a few other small items. The armoire contained his wellmade clothes. Taunted by the locked chest, Ekaterina put her new tools to work. She lifted the lid and saw only red velvet lining. She shoved her hand in it and stared as it disappeared. Cool items touched her fingers. She scooped up a handful and raised her cupped hand above the chest. She gasped at the numerous gems as they sparkled in her palm. Her repeated action revealed more glittering beauties. She let them tumble from her hand. “Wow, a thief’s dream.” She brushed off her hands and closed the lid. She retrieved her gems from her pack downstairs and added them before she locked the chest again. She went to the treasure room and discovered the door

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened unlocked. She shoved it open and stopped in the doorway. She looked down the wall to the hall’s end and then the room’s far wall. She noted an oddity to its length. “Something’s not right.” She followed the wall down the hall, scrutinized every inch of it and discovered a strange formation. She ran her hands over it and jumped back when a door opened into a pitch-black room. She raced downstairs and almost collided with the captain. “You’re back.” **** Maxwell eyed the startled elf. “And?” Ekaterina grabbed the scroll of frolicking specks. “Come with me.” She dashed upstairs. He followed and stood ready to let her learn and discover on her own. He recalled the sparkle in her eyes over the wand of lightning and her interest in magic from the books on his shelves. He remembered her declaration of want for the magic and decided to make it accessible. He smiled at the fact this elven lady already proved her interest in magic. She will forever be a mage the minute she is successful in casting her first spell utilizing the scroll in her hands. She opened the case, took out the scroll and handed him the empty case. She unrolled the paper. Her careful articulation allowed her to speak each syllable with perfection. She gasped as several small lights appeared. Her voice filled with incredulity, she stared, “I did it.” She loved his smile. “How do I get them in there?” Maxwell never glanced at the dark room. “Point and tell.” “Go there.” Ekaterina laughed as the lights danced into the room. Aware he wouldn’t let her if dangerous, she followed the lights a few feet and halted. The light blue room contained two small beds, armoires, desks, lamps and

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Paula Calloway chairs, but all distinguishable designs were faded by time. The children’s furniture appeared hastily piled into one corner, but some pieces tumbled down and scattered across the floor in heaped chaos. Her emotions frozen, she looked at the handsome man in the doorway. “Is there something you wish me to do with it?” He smiled when her headshake assured it his decision on her exit. “Tell the lights to follow you.” “Follow me.” When they did, she laughed and returned to the treasure room. She eyed the wall. On her heels, Maxwell tossed the empty case to his bed. “Over there,” he pointed. Her gaze followed his finger and studied the wall in vain. He walked over. “Here.” He outlined the secret door and opened it. This door stood as a gateway into his past, present and future desires. Ekaterina stepped in and stared in awe at the sights within the light blue room. The room held various weapons and a gleaming suit of full plate mail armor with a deep purple, velvet cape draped on it. Its stand and place in the room positioned it like a trophy. She started to touch the armor, but withdrew her hand. “You are a knight. What will you do with the armor?” He considered the guard again. “I had not thought about it. Until you.” “By the way.” Her glare half-serious, she tromped to face him. “Joyride?” Wide-eyed, Maxwell truly thought his friend might use a more appropriate word. Oops. Ekaterina pointed to his chest. “What do you mean you took me along for a joyride? Did you enjoy your joyride on this Dusty Road?” His smirk declared all. She remembered the discovered receipt, grabbed his hand and turned for the stairs. “Come see.” His grin faded. He followed her downstairs. The house belonged to her now, but he remained cautious of what his little spitfire might do in it or to it.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened “A receipt fell out.” “What receipt?” His gaze directed to the shelf, Maxwell crossed the floor in two strides. He picked up the paper and recognized it immediately. He gave a half-shrug, crumbled the receipt and tossed it aside. “I looked at all your books and picked all the locks in your house.” Ekaterina held her ground. He cocked his head. “All of them?” “Even the chest of gems and I added mine to it.” “I see.” Maxwell raised his hand, crooked his finger and beckoned her closer. Doors, windows? Ekaterina obliged. “Do you know what the gems are worth?” “No, but I was probably taken a time or two.” “I want to go to the jewelry shop. I talked to the church and constable. They told me what you did.” Maxwell looked down at the woman directly before him. “Sir Henri is the best one to talk to.” Ekaterina hesitated. “I tried to avoid the trading post.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did they say anything to you?” “The one guy asked if I was good friends with Lord Maxwell. I said yes in hopes he’d leave me alone. On the way back, he said if I needed anything to come see him.” “I will speak with them.” Maxwell put his hands on her waist. “Don’t go back there.” Ekaterina grasped his arms. “I must.” Her concern for him precious, he knew she lacked knowledge of his job. “Either today or tomorrow.” “Leave it alone, please?” Her desire to avoid any possible conflict in her eyes, Maxwell compelled her hips tightly against his. “You want to go to the jewelry store.” Ekaterina shifted in his grip. “I can go another day.” “Tonight. I will wait outside.” She clutched his arms. “You won’t go to the trading

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Paula Calloway post?” “No.” Maxwell intended to keep his word and not go before sunrise. “We’ll go now.” Ekaterina saw him strap on his sword and slipped her arm through his. She enjoyed his closeness as they left the house. “Do you always keep your sword handy?” “Yes. Always. Such assures the safety of those with me. It is common practice.” He drank in her intoxicative scent as their casual stroll through town eventually brought them to the jewelry store. He ushered her inside and waited between it and the trading post. He remained visible in case she looked out the window. She glanced at the handsome captain in between her scan of the various encased items, but nothing caught her attention. She paused at a case with medallions, shrugged and left. Mere strides carried Maxwell to her side. He escorted her to the pottery shop. He halted her under the storefront’s awning. “I need you to wait here for a moment.” He returned to the jewelry shop and entered, but his gaze remained on the woman he deemed himself responsible for. He set several coins on the counter in exchange for a nice box made of elaborate wood, which held his purchases. He collected it and exited. His smile broad, he closed the gap to her side. Ekaterina moved to him. “What’s in there?” “Something special. Let’s go home.” He enjoyed their stroll and headed straight to the bedroom. He put the box on top of the armoire. She flopped on the bed, a gleam in her eyes. “Arrest me.” His speed belied his size as Maxwell gently seized her wrists and landed on top of her. The flashback of his last similar encounter with a different woman hit him. He released her and stood. Ekaterina smiled. “I do like your influential sword and

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened your persuasive demeanor.” “Good.” He stripped and flung aside his clothes. She disrobed. “Let me guess what you want.” He adored her hungry expression. His arms encircled her waist and drew her against the warmth of his body. A fire burned in him. He closed his mouth hard over hers and his lips enveloped hers in a fiery kiss of passion. Held against his well-muscled body, she entwined her arms around his neck. She returned his kiss. He broke their oral embrace and cherished the ardent passion in her eyes. He knelt before her, cupped her breast and kneaded her soft, warm flesh. His other hand traveled lower and explored her warm and erotic place. “Want more, Dusty?” “Oh yes. I definitely do.” She clung to him and his caresses unleashed marvelous sensations from within. He reveled in her responsiveness as her thrown back head exposed her throat to him. His lips nibbled at the seductive hollow of her neck. He thrived on her delightful sighs. “How much more?” “All you’ll give me. It never felt like it does with you.” He growled into the curve of her shoulder. His mouth moved to her breast and latched onto her nipple with eager gentleness. He sucked in long hard draws as his tongue massaged her hard peak. She went soft in his hold as a burning tightness filled her chest. “Max.” His desire enhanced, he compelled her to lie back on the bed, but never released from where his mouth suckled her. He held her close and kissed her. His knee parted her thighs. He relished the delectable feel as his erection slid inside her warm wetness. The heat of his desire made her nails claw the sheet until his hands captured hers. His fingers threaded through hers and raised her hands above her head. Pinned to the bed, she

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Paula Calloway wriggled beneath him. “More, Max, please, more.” She shuddered in response to his movements as ecstasy seized her. He pumped her in an erotic rhythm, his whisper raspy, “I love you, Dusty.” Her arch assured her lack of response. He ravished her for a lengthy time before he took her to a final climax and lost himself inside her. Her body, consumed by his desire, trembled beneath him. He caressed her shoulder. Ekaterina met his gaze. “You’re wonderful.” Maxwell brushed his lips brush across hers and lingered, the softness of her mouth an irresistible invitation. He kissed her with an intense passion for sometime, the taste and feel of her sheer inducement. He broke their oral embrace and rose up to rest on his forearms to inhibit his weight from crushing the perfect woman beneath him. “Marry me.” Stunned, she held her breath. She loved him and wanted his words to be real. “What?” Aware no woman familiar with him would react so, he adored her even more. “Marry me, Dusty.” “Why?” Ekaterina rolled her eyes. “Forget I asked since I did so fifteen million times when I already know the answer.” She met his gaze. “Yes. I will. When?” Maxwell couldn’t imagine his little spitfire as a bound homemaker. “In the morning.” “For at least a few decades,” she teased. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every decade and longer. I don’t want only a few. I want them all.” “If you’re so smart, catch this… I’ll keep you until tomorrow.” Ekaterina loved his grin. “Although I’ll never fling another dagger at you, I won’t be a well-behaved, easyto-keep, at-home angel.” “Never.” Maxwell kissed her cheek. “Your interest in magic and desire to manipulate it make you a mage. No mage can be confined unless said mage desires such.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened “A mage?” His nod made her smile. “I like it. I intend to beguile you into bed each and every night I can, as soon as I figure out what it takes to drive you out of control. As for plans to seduce, kill and leave you? I’ll continue to seduce you as much as I can and I’ll kill any other female who tries to take you, but there will never be any plans for escape.” “To each their own. You are in control of your decisions and life.” Ekaterina caressed his face. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” Her happiness written in her eyes, Maxwell lifted his body off her, rolled onto his back and pulled her to cuddle against his side. The couple drifted to sleep. Jolted awake by an intense piercing pain in his stomach, Maxwell blindly swung in the direction the attack came from. The cavalier honed in on his assailant’s dagger and snarled at the oozing blackness on the blade. Her gasp sharp, Ekaterina scrambled from the bed. Her lover’s midsection stabbed again, the mage stared in sheer terror. His muscled arm blocked the attack as Maxwell diverted the poisoned dagger’s jab into the bed. Unable to reach his sword, he averted the next stab with his forearm. His powerful fist slammed his foe’s jaw. His knuckles grazed the front tooth as it shattered. His opponent staggered, he rolled from the bed, came to his feet and took a protective stance between his enemy and his young bride. The cavalier lunged and his lowered shoulder drove his enemy back and away from his bride. Heavily slammed into the wall, Drake grunted. The assassin shoved at the solid body of his target. Ekaterina grabbed the wand and pointed it at the intruder, but withheld activation for fear of hitting her lover in hopes of distracting their enemy. Helpless, the mage saw

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Paula Calloway the offender touch a pouch on his side and disappear. Maxwell seized the wand, threw it to the floor and raced after the man. He snatched one of his bride’s daggers from her piled gear, cut through the privy and threw the blade. As the weapon sank into the enemy’s back, the cavalier stood alert and ready as the assassin collapsed in the hallway. Still shaken, Ekaterina yanked on her lover’s shirt. She stared at the fallen man. “Who is he?” “The chain mailed man from the trading post.” Maxwell snatched a towel and wiped the black ooze from his stomach. He held little concern for himself when it came to poison, but refused to risk the elf. She grabbed the kit given to her by the patriarch and knelt before the captain. She tended the gash on his stomach. His steady breaths helped calm her while she wrapped his midsection. Her gaze on the intruder, she stood. He intended his meaning to cut deeper than the dagger of his attacker, but wanted to make the point of here laid an example of her own self-made path. He braced for the worst. “Meet your assassin.” Ekaterina sneered, “To kill him will be a pleasure.” Aware he must prevent her attempt to do so, Maxwell raised his eyebrow. I will not hurt her. She went to the bedroom, grabbed the silk rope from her pack and returned to the unconscious and bleeding assailant. She shifted his hands and legs and tied him up. She moved to her lover’s side. He silently approved on all aspects. Good knot. “I guarantee something in his pocket can cut it.” Ekaterina cleaned out the wounded man’s pockets. She discovered a ring with a blade in it, some disappearing dust and several other questionable items. His boot hid a small blade in the toe. She set aside the collection and went to dress. “Are you going to get a constable?”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Maxwell was amused. “Are you finished?” She returned to his side. “I want to kill him for hurting you.” He grabbed his sword and the scruff of the intruder. He lugged the unconscious criminal downstairs and mumbled the words any law enforcer must. “Like you have any rights.” Ekaterina followed him. Her lover opened the front door and she smiled at the idea of his strut through town in all his perfect glory. “You’re naked.” Maxwell closed the door, snatched a robe from the closet and donned it. He strapped on his sword. “Better?” “Yes.” He smirked, opened the door and eyed the three boxes beside his front door. He seized his prisoner’s shirt collar and dragged him toward the jail. On the way past the inn, they encountered another couple. Stanford gave a slight bow. “Sir Maxwell, miss. This is Marissa. She’s in a, uh, delicate way. She, uh, had…” He ran a hand through his hair. “She arranged the delivery of her purchased items to your house for fear of revealing her true address to the trading post. She was uncomfortable with some offer Drake made her. We were coming to collect it.” Maxwell threw his prisoner a look. “Drake came to deliver his own message. I consider it a threat on Ekaterina.” “I apologize.” “Not to worry. Be at the inn in the morning. I will send word of the ceremony.” His ears attuned to his bride, the cavalier kept his conversation casual and stayed ahead of the women. “You and Stanford are invited to our wedding tomorrow.” Ekaterina wished for a female companion to confide in, someone to reveal her heart to, someone she trusted.

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Paula Calloway Marissa rolled her eyes. “Marriage is such a drag. Oh sure, there’s always a man around to do things for you, but then you must do for him, too. Like sex. And it’s so messy it takes away all the fun.” “Isn’t a man helping you a good thing?” She decided this woman an unsuitable confidant. The priestess laughed raucously. “Sure, but then you get trapped at home and bound to a kitchen by all those children they want to saddle you with in exchange for a few measly gifts worth less than a copper. Then to top all of that, when you start to plump up, they leave for something younger or richer or prettier, but leave you with the kids and nothing else.” Discomforted, Stanford bowed. “Sir Maxwell, Ekaterina. Come, Marissa, we should collect our things and be on our way. We’ve bothered the young couple enough for one night.” Ekaterina shivered. The woman made marriage and children sound terrible. She disliked the whole idea complicated by the certain loss of one’s husband. His glare of disproval on the departing couple, Maxwell disliked the misconception of marriage and love. He softened his voice, “Follow me, Dusty.” He lugged his unconscious prisoner into the constable’s office and dropped him beside the desk. The captain’s hand cupped her elbow and directed her to a chair on the desk’s other side. She looked up and smiled. Otis, the sergeant behind the desk, leapt up and seized the unconscious man. “Sir Maxwell, what happened?” The cavalier selected a form from the desk along with a quill. He dipped the tip the vial of ink. “Otis, lock this trash in a cell. Charge Drake with two counts of attempted assassination. His older brother, too. I am certain Alasar has not fled the trading post. Yet.” The sergeant threw the man in a cell. “Here you go, Sir.” Still bothered by her earlier conversation with the

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened woman, Ekaterina focused her attention on the captain who filled out and signed the document. She thought his words interesting. Maxwell noted her attention center on the award wall. “Dusty, let’s go home.” He ushered his bride out the door and proffered his arm. She accepted as her gaze swept the length of him. “You’re attractive in that. You owe me a silk rope.” “You have one at home.” Ekaterina liked the sound of the word home. “I’m teasing you.” “Fine.” Maxwell glanced over and noted her disappointed by her failed taunt. He grinned and patted her hand. She flicked him a sideways look and giggled softly. She inhaled the scent of her lover and the cool night air. She liked the night since its darkness hid her more times than countable when the world hunted her. He noted the absent packages replaced with a vial of familiar looking liquid and a thank-you note. He picked it up. “Stanford gave me a healing elixir.” He pretended to down it and ushered her inside. He secured the door and turned to study her. “I heard you talking. Are you having reservations about our marriage?” “You won’t keep me in the house?” Pleased with his warm smile and headshake, Ekaterina crossed her arms over her breasts. “Then no. Will you train me?” Startled, Maxwell eyed her. “In magic?” He welcomed her nod. “How will you feel if we have children?” She looked away. She wanted such with him, but feared his past haunting him. “I hadn’t thought about it. How do you feel?” “An extension of you? Sure.” Ekaterina laughed. “You want a little me?” Maxwell reached for her and drew her closer. “You still

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Paula Calloway want to get married in the morning?” “Yes. What’s in the box?” He bent down to her ear, his whisper seductive, “Patience is a virtue.” Ekaterina loved the delightful shiver as it raced along her spine. “For those who have it.” “You are patient with me.” Maxwell brushed his lips across hers, but refrained from a kiss. She pouted. “It’s the other way around.” “Equal.” “I can play with everything in this house?” Ekaterina enjoyed his nod. “Can I replace the coverings on the windows with dark curtains?” “Yes. I will teach you what I know about magic. If you want me to.” Her jubilant expression his answer, Maxwell pitched his tone to seduce, “Direction, control and power.” Her frown was rueful. “Since I changed my direction, those words sound terrible.” “Sincerity in purpose and use of such.” “A bunch of little lights following me around was interesting.” Ekaterina wanted the magic and him. “I love you,” Maxwell professed. “I love you, too. Now.” He raised an eyebrow and released her. “Now?” “Two sentences. The bed calls us.” Ekaterina headed upstairs. Maxwell tore off his bandage and tossed it in the trash. He slipped the small vial in his pack near the front door. “Woman.” He sprinted up the stairs. She stopped on the landing at the top and pointed to the pile in the hall. “What about that?” “Waiting for you to get what you want.” “I want nothing of him or his. Get to bed. Please?” Ekaterina pushed aside the gear as his amused expression and raised eyebrow initiated his follow through of her words. “I don’t want it. How many times must I say the

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened same thing?” She walked over and pushed her lover to sit on the bed, but knew his consent allowed such. “Admit it. I’m the worst thief you ever saw in your life.” She straddled his thighs and brought her hands to rest on his shoulders. “If I’m not a thief, I can’t slip into anything you might not like. In truth, I’m quite spineless and never liked the idea of a physical confrontation. Especially when you consider my size. So, the farther I can be from the bloody action, the happier and safer I am.” She kissed him, her gentleness affirmation of her love. Ekaterina broke their kiss. “Since I’m lousy with swords except when stabbing and cutting you, one of my horrible pastimes, I have a lot to make up for. I never wanted to be bad.” She caressed his face, her touch affectionate. “Not all thieves are bad and you’re a prime example of a good one.” The fact her lover was once an assassin, possessed innate magic and owned a spectacular suit of armor impressed her. She pressed her forehead to his when his hands settled on her hips. “You are my sharp-tongued thief now in my custody for stealing my heart, you are my knight in shinning armor to call upon if I need rescued and you are my wizard with which to challenge my mind.” She put her lips close to his, her voice the softest whisper, “Now, all I need is someone who can melt my body. Like you. Never will you find your world ordinary or commonplace again and you know magic sparked my interest.” Maxwell almost smiled. “I will take the stuff to the jail in the morning.” In my mind, she owes me nothing. Ekaterina trailed her hands from his shoulders, down his arms, to his wrists. She let her lips brush across his, but didn’t linger. “I intend to keep you for as long as I’m alive,” she whispered against his mouth. She slid her hands down his arms. “And tonight, I give myself to you forever.” She directed his hands up her hips to her waist. “Now let’s see what magic we can spark in our bed.”

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Paula Calloway Her tongue flicked his bottom lip and her palms glided up his arms. Her trust in his hold secure, she removed her shirt and flung it aside. She followed suit with her makeshift corselet. Her expression wanton, she pulled his head toward her breasts. His licks and then sucks of first one nipple and then the other aroused her. Thrilled he feasted on her offer, she held his head to her. She wanted him madly. Everything about him, his mouth, his hands, his voice, all of him, worked a powerful magic over her she could not, would not resist. Her head thrown back, she shuddered. “Stop.” His moves unfettered, he whispered hoarsely, “Why?” Ekaterina fought to catch her breath. “Because I said so. And you will accommodate me.” Maxwell raised an eyebrow. “Really.” “Yes. I want to return, a favor.” She slid her hands under the material and over his smooth, bare chest. She pressed him back on the bed. “Like this.” She undid his robe. Aware most women never gave oral unless enticed, he steeled himself against the thought of his shaft between her lips. “Are you sure?” Ekaterina nodded. “There’s always a first time for everything, but a little guidance is helpful.” Maxwell directed her as she stripped him and then gazed upon her seductive removal of the rest of her clothes. He slid farther onto the bed and enjoyed how she laid beside him. The race of her heart and the trace of her finger along the outline of his lips drew him to lock her gaze. He kissed her fingertip and his palm caressed her back. He slipped his other hand behind her head and pulled her lips toward his. He kissed her with a fiery passion. Her breasts pressed against his chest, she broke their oral embrace. She was at his mercy. “Who’s in control?” “You,” he answered throatily. She pushed him down on the bed and straddled his stomach. She leaned forward and kissed him again for quite sometime. The heat of their oral embrace surged through

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Paula Calloway “Dusty, I need you to stop.” Her sweet face turned toward him, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. He locked her gaze. “Do not ask why just trust me.” Her response too slow, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He seized her hips, lifted her astride and groaned. His hand guided her onto his erection while his shaft entered her with a steady push. His hard length and thick girth filled her deeper than ever before. She sucked in her breath. His hands tightened on her hips and stopped her. She dug her nails into his stomach. “That feels so good.” “You have no idea how good.” His full depth still inhibited, he held her hips and directed her movements. His lover caught onto the motion, he moved in time with her until her moans became too much and his drive bordered on too hard. He brought her to heights of sheer ecstasy a number of times. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he joined her with a dynamic thrust and unloaded his seed into her slick tunnel. He held her on him and waited for her to collect herself as his depleted member softened. Maxwell caressed her thighs. “Why do you love me?” “Because you put up with me and don’t knock me across the room.” Ekaterina enjoyed him deep inside her. “Anyone can if they possess control.” “All my life everyone took and never gave. You offered me the world.” She traced his vanished wound from her sword. “I’m glad there’s no scar.” Maxwell pulled her down to lay on him, his sigh deep. He held onto his young bride, a smile on his face, his eyes closed. Ekaterina cuddled into his warmth. “I’ll read all your magic books.” He drew her closer. “They are yours.” “Thank you.” She snuggled against him and drifted to sleep.

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orning dawned with shades of pink and purple. Maxwell brushed his finger across her cheek. “Get up.” He gaze followed his bride out of bed and through her languorous stretch. “We can either call a clergy member to our house or go to the village elder.” “You decide.” Ekaterina shrugged off his refusal to respond. “Show me the tub trick.” He crooked a finger and beckoned her closer. “Come here.” He directed his bride into the privy and stood behind her. The idea to tell her it required something strange or the chant of a nonsensical phrase flitted across his mind. “Tub, fill.” She stared at his amused expression. “That’s it?” Her laugh soft, she stepped into the tub and loved how swift he joined her. “We’re never leaving the house.” His growl low and raspy, Maxwell grasped her hips and guided her to straddle his erection. Her warmth opened and he penetrated her. “Deity you feel good.” Her hands on his shoulders braced her body with each of his strokes. Waves of water broke upon the tub sides and carried the bubbly concoction almost over the edge. With his face buried between her breasts, his warm breath met the water on her skin and gave

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Paula Calloway her chills, quite the opposite in her loins and the laps of the self-heated water. She clutched his head to her and trembled with pleasure. “Max.” He liked the way his name mingled with her orgasm. “Consummate later?” Ekaterina pressed her forehead to his. “Definitely.” Maxwell lifted her from the tub with him and let her body slide down his until her feet touched the floor. He released her, handed her a towel then took another and wiped the water from his body. She dried off. “Dusty Road isn’t my real name. It became my name, by your mouth, when we met. I kept it because I liked it.” She blushed. “My real name is Ekaterina.” “I like your pet name, Dusty. I am Sir Maxwell LaViolette.” He decided his dragon name needed to remain all but forgotten. He didn’t delve into her past as such would reveal itself in time. “The hairbrush on the counter is yours.” Ekaterina admired his nakedness. “Thank you. If you don’t object, I’ll stick with Max. Such a combination takes some tongue work.” She picked up the hairbrush and admired the golden handle and silver trim. “It’s beautiful.” Maxwell picked up another brush and straightened his hair in minutes. He left it to dry and pulled on his breeches, his gaze fixed on her as she brushed dry her black tresses. His bride finished, he touched her shoulder. “I have something for you. The tailor delivered this to the jeweler for me.” He pushed aside the smaller package and brought down the bigger box from on top the armoire. He set it on the bed and opened it. He laid a pair of matched white undergarments on the bed, returned to the box and lifted out a beautiful white wedding gown. She stared at the elaborate and intricate creation in his hands. “Exquisitely beautiful. Sure it’ll fit?” A smirk spread across his face, his words enunciated, “I know every square inch of your body to include each

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened delightful curve.” “Why do I ask?” Ekaterina pouted. Maxwell was hopeful. “Do you like it?” Her sulk reversed. “Yes!” He matched her beautiful smile with one of his own. His lady deserved the best and he intended her have it. Ekaterina went motionless at how utterly handsome her brave captain looked. “Thank you.” Maxwell scooped up the small white bloomers, dropped to one knee and held the undergarment for her. He looked up at her lovely face. “May I dress the woman about to become my wife?” Unable to speak, she put her hands on his broad shoulders and obliged. The gentle warmth of his fingers grazed the outside of her legs as the silky material slid up her body. The small article of clothing just covered her backside, hips and mound. She loved the tender caress of how his hands smoothed the material over her skin. “There’s not much to it, is there?” He gave her a sexy smile and then rose to retrieve the upper undergarment. “I designed it that way.” His skilled hands adjusted the corselet over her figure before he tightened and tied the lacings. Ekaterina loved the how his palms glided over her breasts to assure a perfect fit. “Max, if—” “Hush.” Maxwell helped her into the gorgeous gown. He moved behind her, fitted it to her and laced it up the back. Overlaid with antique wispy lace, the silk bodice neckline scooped to the top of her cleavage. Made of snow-white gossamer, the sleeves billowed to her elbows where the silk cuffs, adorned with white pearl buttons, fit snugly down to her hands. The bodice V-ed, its highest points on her hips while the lowest points met the small of her back and her pubic region. The same delicate lace also covered the full silk skirt,

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**** Cautious, Ekaterina lifted her gown up a bit to avoid its contact with the ground. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine owning such finery. Her steps careful to avoid dirt on her shoes, she entered the inn and approached the chatty group. Marissa leapt to her feet and put her hands on her hips. “Where were you this morning and last night?” Taken aback, she stared. “In the bed with Max and in the bed wrapped around Max.” The priestess sneered, “Someone locked us in our room by propping a chair under the handle.” “Someone did it to us.” Ekaterina nodded to those still seated. “Good morning, Stanford, Marissa, Aeriel, Raven. I’m on my way to the elders.” She pivoted and left the other women to bicker as the men followed. “Marissa, I assure you I didn’t do it nor did Max and if Stanford was with you, it wasn’t him. Look at somebody else aware of such tricks. Remember, what goes around comes around.” “Hurry up, Stanford. If not you, then Aeriel.” Marissa scowled at the guilty culprit. “You stole the idea from me when I stuck the chair under the elven wench’s door while she bedded that hunk.” Tired of the drivel, the mage picked up the pace. “Behave or I’ll tell Stanford you what you said.” “Aeriel did it and turn about is fair play. Don’t worry, I’ll get you, Aeriel.” She trotted to catch up. “Please, don’t tell Stanford I want to get married.” Bored with games, Ekaterina waved her off. “Stanford, she wants to marry you.” Marissa sang, “We are. Max’s Chattel. Gardening.” The mage rolled her eyes. “I’m beating you to the altar.” She wished for the lexicon she saw on the bookshelf. “I’ll tell

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Paula Calloway Max you need disciplined. His sword does a great job.” She recalled the painful sting on her own backside. “What’ll Max do? Spank me? Maybe I better tell Stanford.” She called over her shoulder, “Stanford, I’m hiding behind you for a long time.” Stanford politely smiled at the elf. “I don’t stand a chance against Sir Maxwell and if you keep calling her his property, she might not like you.” Ekaterina appreciated the kindly given definition. Being Max’s property offers many pleasurable benefits. She overheard a discussion of moon cycles between the two women and shrugged off her curiosity. She stopped at a tall gate anchored between two eight foot tall walls of stone. A guard stepped forward and eyed her. “Please state your reason for entering the elder’s.” “She’s here to get married,” Marissa snipped. The mage was tense. “I’m Ekaterina.” “We’re waiting for you. Come in.” The man motioned the elf to enter. He signaled another guard. “Send the guests in the other door.” Ekaterina stepped inside. Flowers were everywhere, perfect roses of every shade and color known and some never imagined. Huge bows with draped ribbons adorned the end of each bench where a fully armored soldier stood, his helmeted head lowered, his drawn sword point on the floor, the weapon’s hilt steadied by his laced fingers as his thumbs touched his body. The townsfolk filled the benches. Her breath shallow and ragged, she swallowed her anxiety at the unfamiliar faces. She looked at the wooden beam engraved over the archway and read it aloud. “It is customary for the bride to walk to the altar as she walked through her present life, alone, where she will be joined by her beloved for their journey together.” “Go wait at the altar, miss.” The guard pointed. Ekaterina concentrated on the altar in an effort to ignore

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened the whispered voices around her. Her head raised, she moved forward, her every step ordered by her brain. She wanted this more than any thing in her life, but wished now the clergy came to the house. Thankful no soldier moved a single muscle, she forced herself to breathe and studied the pattern on the altar to keep from collapse. Where did I get all the nerves or rather where did they go? Other than befuddling my brain, what in the world did that man do to me? Don’t fall. Remember to breathe. She stopped in front of the altar. **** Maxwell entered the door, his head held high. For the first time in fifteen years, he wore the suit of full plate mail armor adorned with his crest in conjunction with the long purple cape draped on his shoulders. The gestured call to arms signaled the honor guard to raise their swords. He strode along the same center walkway his young bride did moments ago. His stride long and even, he never made a noise, compliments of his magical armor, in his approach to the altar. His open-palm gauntlets granted a gentle touch of his warm palm when he cupped her elbow. Her concentration broken, Ekaterina jumped. The glimpse of his blue-white armor from the corner of her eye drew her to turn her head. She drew a deep breath as handsome proved an understatement. His eyes filled with concern, he searched her face. “Are you okay?” “I, uh, I’m fine.” She met his gaze and never before saw anything so breathtaking, so splendid, so magnificent. She wanted to tell him how him much she loved him. Her voice failed to work, but her eyes spoke volumes. The whole event seemed so like a dream, she feared waking up. His face filled with love and adoration for the sweet

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Paula Calloway woman beside him, Maxwell smiled as tears welled in his eyes. His bride was so graceful in her waterfall of white. His emotions held at bay from the world, he knew deep in his eyes swirled a storm. Within mere hours of her acceptance of his proposal, he completed the ceremonial poem and memorized it. He worked on it since they met, but his decision to make her his wife became final early during their trip. He would never trap her at home, bind her to something not of her choice, give her a worthless gift or abandon her of his own free will. Alerted by his bride’s tremble of her reliance on his direction through the formal procedure, he kept such inconspicuous. He dropped down on one knee, took her hands in his and looked up into her face, his love indisputable. “I have suffered for far too long; wondering what I did so wrong. When I stopped looking, there you were; at the time, I was so unsure. Patience, vigilance led us here; let it be for many a year. You are my savior, my new life; thank you for becoming my wife.” Maxwell rose and drew forth the small, decorated box. He opened it and brought out two marriage medallions, quite different from the common ones of town. Embossed with an intricate detailed image of his lovely young wife and he in the middle, it detailed their foreheads touched, theirs gazes held and their hands clasped together. Aside from the rim made of platinum, the entire portrait consisted of the highest quality gold. It offered its own magical protection when worn to make her feel a bit safer. He lowered the chain over her head and let the pendant come to rest flat at the start of her cleavage. Significant to their union, it framed her face in perfection. He slipped the other medallion over his head and returned her beautiful smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her to him and kissed her with all the love he felt. He broke their oral embrace and scooped her into his arms. The strangest tear trickled down her face. Ekaterina

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Paula Calloway appearance in his life. The constables and those he helped thanked him for the caravan’s return. His attention focused on the current situation. This day set the town on its ear and many turned out to see if he would marry her. As the servers made their rounds, he looked at the elf. How could I not? The servers delivered beef broth and vegetable soup as scattered platters hosted a variety of breads and cheeses. Numerous types of green vegetables were served followed by a roast pig, a side of beef, pheasant and fish, all complimented by tasty sauces. Mead and ale provided throughout the entire meal accompanied cider, wine and perry, an unfermented pear juice. A small cake was set before the newlyweds with a larger version on another table for the guests. At the meal’s end, Maxwell rose and cleared his throat. He looked at the man who stood by him for so long. “Sir Henri, please rise.” He smiled at the gracious compliance. “My friend, you gave me the ability to move on and carry out the mission at hand. It saddened you to see me fall and I am sorry you endured this. If there is a way to return the kindness aside from friendship, tell me. I hope this helps.” He drew forth an exquisite gem encrusted dagger and offered it hilt first. Grateful, Henri accepted. “What do I say?” He reached out and embraced the man’s hand in a firm shake. “Nothing.” His friend departed and he sat beside her. “Dusty.” He adored her smile, took her hand and enjoyed the simple pleasure of her touch. Served for those who desired seconds were sweet desserts and luscious candies on either end of the main table. The musicians collected their instruments and strummed their tunes. Music filled the air as lyres and harps rang out in the hall and invited couples to dance. He rose. “Max…” Apprehensive at the touch of his hand on hers, Ekaterina yielded and let him lead her to the floor. “I don’t

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Paula Calloway His smile warm, Maxwell hung her gown in his armoire and returned to her. He cupped her face and kissed her. “I married a stunning bride who became my lovely wife which I am undressing to reveal a beautiful woman.” He moved behind her and let down her hair. His touch gentle, he combed his fingers through her long black tresses. He loosened her corselet and enjoyed the shivers his caress sent skittering across her flesh. He turned her to face him and pulled the confining article of clothing from her body. Her breasts jiggled with freedom. He gave a light flick of his finger across her nipples. He glided his hands down her sides, hooked his thumbs inside her bloomers and slid the material down her legs. He looked up into her face. Ekaterina placed her hands on his shoulders for balance and stepped out. The look in his eyes seared her. Maxwell rose and took extra care to hang her delicate undergarments with the outfit in his armoire. “Get in the bed.” He stripped while his vivacious young wife scrambled to comply. He joined her, rested his head on his pillow and pulled her close. “I cannot give you anything other than the medallion except to say everything I own, including my heart and soul, are yours. My wedding gift to you is my heart, love, patience and dedication with total trust and honor to you. I will be faithful to you and the church. What more can I give than all of myself?” She touched the beautiful medallion for a second and then caressed his face. “I can ask for nothing more.” Unable to hold back her emotions, she embraced him and wept. He held her. He wanted for her only the best, spoiled if so. “It will never come off so long as I live.” I will die wearing it, whether you are dead or not, for you are the last, and really the only one who completes me so thoroughly. He held her as her tears, perfect and precious declarations of love became valued droplets of emotion splattered on his flesh. Ekaterina brushed aside her tears. She reached under her

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened pillow and pulled out one of her pouches. “Sometimes a repeated question isn’t being dumb as it’s a desire for reassurance. You tested me so much and so hard. Thank you.” She put the pouch with her picks in his hand. “This is the best wedding gift I thought of to give you. Do with them as you will since I no longer need nor want them.” The idea of her sacrifice touched Maxwell for less than a month ago, this same woman almost died in defense of the very items she now surrendered to him. “Such is very nice.” “I told you four times now.” “I believed you. However, I will help you on learning what you wanted.” “Only one part.” Ekaterina smiled. “Nothing else. The tools are yours. You do with them what you want. Wherever they go, they go. I want nothing more to do with them.” Maxwell tossed her pouch at the armoire and mumbled as the small bag hit the floor. The doors opened and the pouch magically rose up and slipped inside a box of miscellaneous gear. She bolted upright. “Remind me not to hit it.” He chuckled. “Why?” “Because it eats things.” Ekaterina gawked. Maxwell cherished the glittered laughter in her eyes and adored her complete and undivided attention. “My life is anew and the tragedies of my past are melted. I decided to join the church again, but cannot remain as faithful to them as before. Thank you for your patience with me.” “I think it’s the other way around.” “I hope there is something of a mystery left to me?” Her laughter soft, Ekaterina toyed with his chest. “I think we can find something to keep you a mystery. I’m sorry about the past.” Maxwell brushed his thumb across her cheek. “No more than I am. We have a mission tomorrow.”

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Paula Calloway She frowned. “What mission?” “East of here. The place is rather hard to describe. Orders came down. We leave at sunrise.” Ekaterina stretched out beside him. “Are we sleeping?” Maxwell pulled her close. “You can sleep on my horse. Are you still up for it?” He welcomed her nod. “You do not want held down by a house and I will do my best to keep you happy.” “Don’t make me stay home. I want to pack some of your books.” “Your choice.” His caress seductive, he glided his palm over her back. “Call them yours.” “Tell me which ones to start with.” Ekaterina arched into his touch. “In the morning. Tonight, I have other plans.” Maxwell pulled her to him and rolled on top of her. He licked her top lip with his tongue and then savored the slide of his tongue across her bottom lip. Her offer of an open invitation was all he wanted. He pressed his mouth against hers in a persuasive and tender kiss. His tongue coaxed her open and he languorously pursued the taste of her in a long, lingering sample. He broke their oral embrace and adored her frustrated groan. He placed his mouth a mere breadth from hers, his voice persuasive, “Tell me what you want.” “You. Forever,” she breathed. “Given,” he whispered. He licked her lips and eased his hand behind her head. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, his hold secure. Her palms glided up his powerfully built chest to his broad shoulders and slipped around his neck, she pressed her breasts against his chest. “Please, Max.” His tongue flicked across her lips. Granted entrance, he locked her in a gentle, yet fiery kiss of possession. He was hungry and she tasted delicious. He was starved and she was a feast for the taking, his feast. He growled and slid his hand down to cup her breast and her nipple responded. He

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened broke their kiss and trailed tiny, feathery nips down her throat to the valley between her breasts while he slid down her body. He held her in place as his tongue glided over her nipple, which begged for his attention. Her breaths uncontrolled, she gripped his shoulders and pushed him away. The lack of his touch created a powerful ache. “Deity.” She seized his hair, wove her fingers through his long black tresses and pressed herself against him. His eager continuation evoked a small cry from her. He had no qualms assuring his sweet lady the control hers. This time. Her hips in his grip, he licked her flesh and worked his way toward her stomach. Her downy nest of curls beckoned and his tongue traced the outline. “Max.” Her breaths were ragged. He kissed the feathery hair, inhaled her sweet scent and then opened her to his gaze. Tempted by her small pearl, he reined in his eagerness and placed a gentle, yet intense, kiss on the beckoning bud. She bucked. “Max!” “Enjoy, Dusty. I am.” He pushed her back down, his mouth still pressed to her, his whisper husky, “Hush.” He held her in place and slid his tongue the length of her folds. Pleased by her responsiveness, his lips encircled the small nubbin. He suckled until her cry of ecstasy thrust her hips upward. He inserted his tongue and licked the silken walls of her most intimate core until she trembled in his grasp. He continued to lap every part his tongue sampled and enjoyed the taste of her sweet nectar. The buck and arch of her delightful body drove him. Desperate, she reached for his shoulders. “No more. I beg, no more.” Pleased with her quiver at even his lightest touch, he worked his way back up her body as his chest and then his stomach slid across her warmth. His erection at her entrance, he locked her gaze. “Tell me what you want,

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he sun darkened the room’s shadows. Maxwell flinched at the lurch of her small body. Alerted even more by the sound of her hard swallow, he rubbed her belly. “Feeling okay?” Her nod offered no comfort. “You look a little green.” Queasy, Ekaterina fought to ignore her stomach. “I feel green. Something I ate and you decided we must go somewhere.” His lengthy silence and insightful gaze persistent, she lied, “I’m fine.” She fought to believe her words. “My clothes need cleaned.” He rolled from the bed and came to his feet. “Do you want to do this?” She nodded. “It means being with you.” Maxwell grabbed a set of her clothes and put them beside her. “I had them cleaned.” He dressed with her and then brushed her hair for her. “Do you want to take any money? We might run into something we need.” Her nod slow, he moved to face her and kissed her cheek. “Get what you think you might need.” Upon her exit for the treasure room, he turned his attention to his armoire. He pulled out a book and a silk rope. He set them on the bed to give her later and went to the armory. His armor glowed almost magically in the sunlit room.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Dressed in under armor, he stepped into the leggings. He had a new sense of pride in wearing it once again. Maybe he took it for granted when given to him by the constable’s office as a promotion. He recalled the day he couldn’t to go on with his lawful ways as his thoughts grew roguish, desirous for personal revenge and thus hatred and contempt. His contact with the locals faltered and his glory decayed. He remembered the day he gave it up. Though fifteen years ago, it seemed only yesterday. Deep in thought, Maxwell continued to don his armor. He shifted his breastplate and his lower coif around his neck. “Thank you, Henri, for being there, listening to me rant on about how miserable my life was and about how selfish I was for wanting revenge and becoming a vigilante. I hurt you to no end and wish nothing of the like on anyone.” His helmet saved for last, he raised the full visor and appreciated how open it allowed his face when protection unneeded. He contemplated why he even gave it up some days. He forgot how well the suit fit, always clean and free of blemishes, light as a feather, never hindering him as plate did most people and always noiseless. The suit stood for honor. The cursed banded armor of acidic emission became his second choice of wear since only those immune to acid never suffered burns from such substances. **** Ekaterina took several coins and went downstairs. Her stop on the last step sudden, she settled her gaze on the woman in the living room. “You are?” Betty, an older human of sturdy structure with short, graying hair, waved. “Hi. You looked so beautiful yesterday. I’m Betty, a family friend. I care for the house in his absence. You’re Ekaterina?” The mage blushed. “Yes and thank you. He planned it

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Paula Calloway all.” She put aside the thought of a possible rival. “Are you the lady caring for Hamburger?” “The dog? Yes, he fits in on the farm with the other dogs.” “Max arranged for you to care for the house and I see no reason to change it.” Ekaterina smiled. “Can you get rid of those coverings and put up some heavy dark drapes? Nothing special.” Betty glanced around the room. “I’m sure the tailor can whip up something and hang the curtains. I give you my blessings.” The farmwoman went to the kitchen to tend the plants. She stared as he came downstairs, his armor spectacular. “My warrior captain is truly my knight. I need to learn to help you.” **** Maxwell smiled. “It has a lot of pieces. Glad you feel better. Did I hear Betty?” “Much and yes.” Ekaterina noted his mood seemed lighter. “I took five platinum coins.” “Noted.” He helped her gather the needed books into her pack to include a tome of some sort, quite heavy and cumbersome, but well worth the load, two manuals, one about dragons in general and another on the obsidian in particular. He handed her the rope and the book he pulled from the armoire. “Add this one. Keep it as you did your tool kit.” “I will.” She carefully put the tome in her pack and did the same with the rope. Maxwell added his own book to his pack and then collected both backpacks. He hoisted his saddle hoisted over his shoulder, escorted her to the trading post and entered with no concern over the current operator. He set their gear near the counter.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Jayce, the young man who took over the shop, nodded. “Hello, Sir, miss. May I help you?” “The lady first. Add her purchases to mine.” The cavalier leaned down to her ear. “Need anything, Dusty.” “A lighter cloak.” Ekaterina selected a simple hooded full-length gray one. “Allow me.” Maxwell removed her heavy woolen one from her and tossed it over his forearm. He draped her new cloak around her and turned her to face him. He understood her choice in drab colors because of her former life, but equally knew in time her selection would turn as bright and vibrant as all elves. He nodded his approval. “Thank you.” She accepted his offer of her old one and added her heavy woolen cloak to her backpack. She straightened. He picked up his saddle with their gear and turned to the clerk. “I need your finest horse, Jayce.” “This way.” The shopkeeper led the couple to the stable and pointed to a powerful cream-colored stallion. “He stands a bit over seventeen hands, has exquisite conformation, spirited disposition and intelligent eyes. His market price is five hundred gold coins, Sir.” Maxwell set their gear and his saddle on the floor and turned to the animal. He ran his hands over the quiet horse. “Quite worth every coin.” He rubbed the warm muzzle. “You must earn your name.” The stallion dipped his massive head and nickered. “Well worth it, Jayce.” He put a pouch of coins into the clerk’s waiting hand. “Keep the extra to cover any bill I incur.” “Thank you, Sir.” Jayce accepted the money and placed a burlap sack near the captain’s saddle. “There’s an extra skin of water and three days feed and grain in this bag.” He bowed and left the couple. Maxwell opened his pack and drew out a deep purple

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Paula Calloway horse blanket with white striping and square cutouts bordered along the ends. He set the tack on the animal’s massive back, cinched it up and attached one backpack to each saddlebag. His vault into the saddle as effortless as a simple step, he leaned down and extended his hand to his wife. His steady gaze on her face, he patiently waited. Ekaterina met his gaze and sucked in her breath. “I really do have a knight in shining armor.” Never before did she see such a magnificent sight as this man in gleaming armor astride a— His wiggled fingers broke her mussing. She put her hand in his and, gently lifted to sit in his lap, liked how his thighs cradled her hips. “Comfortable?” He welcomed her nod. With his arm secure around her waist, he urged his horse forward. “The others await us at the inn.” She snuggled back into his warmth. “Is all plate mail warm?” Maxwell lowered his mouth to her ear, his whisper seductive, “Mine by magic.” The temptation too much to resist, he licked the tip of her delicate ear. Her delightful shiver made him chuckle. Ekaterina swallowed. “Stop.” “Why?” Her lithe figure twisted to see him. He gave her a wry grin. “Do I affect you?” She turned back around. “What do you think, handsome? Is the language engraved on your saddle draconic?” “Yes.” Maxwell hooked his forefinger in the front of her cloak and peeked down her shirt. Her responsive nipples pressed against the material. “Yes.” He dropped his hand, kissed the tip of her ear, straightened and hugged her. He halted his mount at the inn. “Good day, Stanford, Marissa, Raven, Aeriel.” Stanford lifted a lance from where it leaned against the inn’s wall. “Sir Henri said you might want this.” The cavalier nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened He secured the captain’s lance to the cream-colored stallion’s side. He returned to his own mount and swung up. “Let’s go.” Maxwell led the party past the masonry and then the carpentry shop along with the older keep and the smaller one under construction. On the way out of town, several children lined the streets to wave goodbye to the entourage. He turned to glance back and assure them clear. “We head for an outpost where minions of evil are trying to spread into town. This is a simple clearing mission and is a two hour ride east.” Able to complete the mission alone, he intended to clean the villain-breeding place responsible for the destruction of his previous life and loves, but required a guard. The boggy marshlands stench thickened in the stagnant air. A green appearance tinted everything, even the sky, but the men remained unbothered. The spongy land let the horses’ hooves sink a bit. Ekaterina eyed the marshland, recalled the words written about obsidian dragons and shivered. “I’d rot before allowing myself topped with slime. I wonder who had the guts to find out.” Maxwell put his mouth next to her ear. “Do you really want to know?” “No.” Unamused, she cherished the security of his arms around her and the comfort and reassurance his closeness provided. She grabbed the book on magic and managed to read for only a few moments. She cuddled it close, leaned over and retched. His mount reined in and held steady by his knees, he pulled her hair away from her face. He rubbed her back, his voice soft, “I expected your bout with upset.” Her slip off inhibited, he allowed her to lean over as far as needed to vomit again. He devoted his attention to her. “Raven, alert.”

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Paula Calloway Her laughter boisterous, Marissa slapped her thigh. “I’ll bet you missed a moon cycle. I did. You hear me, Stanford? You’ll owe me for this.” Ekaterina fought her stomach. “What’s a moon cycle?” She lost, but overheard something about monthly flows. She clutched his powerful arm, which embraced around her waist. “What if I missed one?” Aeriel sniggered. “You’re pregnant.” The mage tightened her hold on her book. “Are you sure, Marissa?” Haughty, the priestess smiled. “Max, she needs dried bread.” Ekaterina flinched at the violent churn of her stomach. “No food. Please, Max, don’t make me eat.” “Such is a bad idea at this time.” Maxwell caressed her back and bent toward her. “You okay, Dusty?” “Yes. We need to talk.” He continued his attentive actions. “When alone.” More than willing to postpone the excursion and take her home if asked, he knew such without her request might offend her. He touched her book. “Shall I put this away for now?” Her nod weak, he did and then drew her to straighten and rest her head on his chest. Grateful the surefooted stallion never jarred the sleeping woman in his arms, he guided the party for nearly a quarter of a mile. Three giant frogs leapt from the swampy water. Maxwell held Ekaterina to him and maneuvered his mount to a better position. One amphibian jumped and grabbed Aeriel, but her panicked horse escaped. The second beast leapt and attempted to grab Marissa, but missed. The third frog lashed out with its tongue and tried to seize the nearest horse, but Raven averted the disaster as Stanford moved to help the shrieking women. Awakened by the shriek, Ekaterina wanted out of the way. The mage pressed against him in hopes she didn’t hinder him.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Maxwell wrapped his arm around her slender waist to secure her against his body as he spun his mount. He slapped down his helmet’s visor. He unhooked his lance and readied it. He urged the stallion into motion, but his horse’s fourth step slipped. The cavalier shifted his lance off its mark and aborted his mount’s stumble. Blood poured from her calf wound as Aeriel broke free only to find herself grabbed again by another amphibian. Stanford and Raven sent the beast to its death as the two remaining frogs both leapt for the smell of fresh blood. Maxwell brought the stallion around, reset his lance and initiated a charge. His lance pierced the closest amphibian and sank deep into the slimy green skin of the beast’s bloated belly. An outward burst of intestines across the area missed his horse by mere inches as the cavalier withdrew his weapon. Stanford and Raven finished off the last frog as a sword pierced the beast between its hideous bulging eyes. Ekaterina clenched her jaw. “We need to discuss this battle routine.” Maxwell raised his visor. He cleaned and returned it to his lance to its hooks. “Meaning?” “Put me down and go do what you do.” “Where will you go without a horse?” Ekaterina glanced around and pointed to a dry area of land. “Over there.” Maxwell never looked in the indicated direction, but his tone declared no argument accepted. “My wife will not stand in a bog.” He almost informed her she might sink and become dipped in marsh water, but declined agitation of her nausea. She twisted a bit to see his face. “This is a losing battle, isn’t it, Max?” His firm expression assured she lost before it started. She pulled out her book from earlier. “I’ll read.” He mounted and wrapped his arms around her while his

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Paula Calloway companions reorganized. The ready signal given, he turned his mount toward the outpost and led them onward through the swamp. Ekaterina stared at a weird word. “What’s this?” Maxwell looked the word above her fingernail and placed his mouth close to her ear. “Asafetida. It’s an herb with a very nasty aroma. I never thought of myself as a lexicon.” He licked the tip of her ear. “Mmmm, tasty.” “Quit and you are for now.” “My reward. If you get stuck, I’m here.” Ready to whisper the pronunciation and definition in her ear, he held her close. He surveyed the bridge they approached, determined it safe and nudged his horse onward. Once on the other side, he turned the stallion to watch the party cross. Raven, Aeriel and Marissa made it, but the front leg of Stanford’s horse plunged through a plank and trapped his hoof. The panicked gelding hurled his rider to the ground. His equine gift assured his own mount trustworthy, Maxwell dismounted and placed the reins in her hands. “Hold these, Dusty.” Her fingers brushed his. He turned and made his way to the frightened horse. He drew the nervous horse’s undivided attention as his soothing whispers and composed tone wove a calm effect on the nearby mounts. The gelding’s ears flickered back and forth in response, but its whinny declared fear. The cavalier placed a hand on the animal’s nose and met the white-ringed eyes, his words in gentle tones and soothing sounds. As the creature’s struggles ceased, he moved closer and calmed the animal enough to slide his hand down its trapped leg. He placed his shoulder under the animal’s ribs and planted his feet. With the use of brute strength, sheer force and leverage, he lifted the animal’s hoof free of its predicament. Stanford collected his mount. “Deeply appreciated, Sir

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Maxwell.” “You are welcome.” Maxwell returned to his own horse. “Stay there, Dusty. I will lead him for a bit.” He took the reins from her and led his mount toward the crumbled tower. Ekaterina mentally pictured his muscles flexed. She swallowed hard and silently admitted he devastated her senses. She shivered as a surge of heat raced through her entire body. He dropped back until his upper arm brushed her knee. He rested his hand on the pommel and turned his head toward her. His gaze lingered, his look meaningful. “Thinking?” “I’m denying how you affect me.” Pleased with her blush, Maxwell gave her knee an affectionate squeeze. Good. Marissa screeched, “Max, Stanford got bit by a large spider!” “Dusty.” The cavalier shoved the reins in her hands, slapped down his visor and drew his sword. He lunged toward the beast and, in a single swing, cleaved the large, hissing arachnid in half. He left its gruesome brownish-red blood to mingle with its black body while he cleaned and sheathed his sword on the way to his mount. He raised his visor and grabbed a vial of a clear syrupy concoction from his pack. He returned, knelt by his convulsive soldier and coaxed the liquid down the man’s throat. The priestess walked over, her gaze on the bloodied beast. “I sent him in there to find the treasure. What did you give him?” Maxwell stood, his reply blunt, “Bitter drop. Neutralizes poison.” Marissa pivoted and vomited for several minutes. “Stanford, you’re trying to kill me with this. It’s your fault I’m pregnant. All your fault.” Sick several more times, she

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Paula Calloway wiped her mouth on her sleeve. “Where do you get it, Max?” “The church.” His soldier would do right by the pregnant woman, but he had compassion for the man’s entrapment. Should never have lain with a man and expected less, little girl. His gaze settled on the elf. Thankful for his control, he liked his choice and her reaction. The priestess quipped, “I need some.” Ekaterina sighed. “We don’t belong here.” Maxwell smiled. “I must continue, but do understand if you need to go home.” “I’ll stay with you.” “You will risk death?” “To be with you? Yes.” Ekaterina dared him to tell her otherwise. With the area clear, Maxwell drew his sword and knelt. He collected a scattered handful of coins, put them in his belt pouch and spotted an elaborate ivory box designed to protect the book it held. He nudged it with his sword, assured it safe and gave her a knowing glance. “Dusty, do you wish to look at it?” Her hesitation his answer, he turned his back to her. “Then I will.” “Wait.” She held the pommel, slid down the patient stallion’s side and crossed the ground to him. She surrendered that particular part of her life to master magic and inhibit tarnishing his status, but now leaned on it to avoid any seeing him as a thief. She checked the box and looked helplessly at it. Aware of her frustration, he let his sword point lift the lid and revealed an empty velvet-covered space. He sheathed his sword, closed the lid, picked up the box and handed it to her. “Ivory is rare.” Ekaterina accepted it and returned to the stallion. She studied the box. The etched carvings scattered over the ivory surface depicted various magic items in intricate detail and consisted of a wand, deck of cards, pile of herbs,

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened collection of crystals, some incense, table with candles and much more, but no book. “It’s beautiful.” She slipped the box in her pack. To prevent startling her, Maxwell announced his approach with a deliberate scrape of his boot on the ground. He stopped behind her, his whisper soft, “Like it, Dusty?” Her nod made him smile. “Good.” He grasped her waist and lifted her onto the stallion’s back. He took the reins. “I’m a hindrance.” “You are not.” He led his mount, his shoulder close to her leg. She is more of a help to me than I can tell her in a way she does not realize. **** Ekaterina was doubtful. Right. We need to discuss marriage leading to missing moon cycle and pregnancy. The decayed stench strengthened. Marissa went into another spell of retching and spouted in between heaves. “Stanford, you ought to suffer this.” She vomited again. “This is all your fault. I can’t believe I’m forced to endure this. Why did you do this to me, you—” She vomited. His disapproval of her whining forced Maxwell to halt the party. “You must go back, Marissa. You are no good like this.” Able to handle the outpost with one woman in this condition, but not two, he refused to deal with a cantankerous one who blamed her partner for something she willing participated in. “Stanford, Raven, I will accompany you back to the main road where you will escort Marissa and Aeriel back to town.” The priestess spun toward the elf. “I’ll do your gardening. Be careful, Ekaterina.” “What’s a careful and why should I be one?” The mage slid from the stallion’s back. “I like walking with you, Max.”

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Paula Calloway She slipped her hand in his and stayed beside him. His stride and pace comfortable for her, the cavalier led his mount and the party back to the swamp’s edge. Thankful for a rather short trip, he stopped at the road and scrutinized the pair of approaching travelers. Marissa raced forward. “Selena, how are ya? It’s good to see you. Are you a you-know-what?” Selena, a short, thin half-elven woman with dark eyes and long, blond hair returned the enthusiasm. “Good. I’m a thief, a pickpocket. Do you remember the church orphanage from several years ago? Well, I picked up this here fellow named Miquel.” “I’m pregnant, no thanks to Stanford here. He’s Sir Maxwell. He’s cleaning out this nasty place.” The eager thief jumped a few times. “An excursion with an experienced man. Can I go? Must I listen to authority? This is so exciting.” “Yes,” Marissa was arrogant. “Stanford, make Max take her along.” Stanford flinched. “Sir Maxwell?” Maxwell relented with a curt no in hopes to deter his soldier’s brandishing. “Good,” the priestess snipped. “And, Selena, pick on his wife for me about gardening and chattel. Her name’s Ekaterina, but Max calls her Dusty.” The cavalier leveled his gaze on the woman who used his pet name. His two soldiers left to take their womenfolk home and he drew a calm breath. He assessed the new party members’ experience to be about the equivalent of his young wife’s. Miquel, the medium height, lanky, half-elven cleric in brown robes with short brown hair cocked his head. “He’s a paladin of Saint Sinclair from years ago.” Selena gathered some pebbles into her pocket. “I like exploring new places.” Wary, Ekaterina disliked the new female’s proximity. She

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened rubbed her palm over his forearm. “Max is with me.” The thief let her gaze sweep over the towering captain. “He’s too big a fellow. Marissa’s my sister, kinda. Are you his property? Do you like gardening?” “Yes, so, I don’t mind and not at all.” She fought to ignore the rants and various cuts toward friendship. I will not be sent home. Aware of her uneasiness and the source of it, Maxwell smirked. His magic simple and innate, he cast on the new female. Selena raised her arms and sniffed. “I smell clean.” Ekaterina smiled and drew a fresh breath of air. “What a blessing.” “Will you follow him forever?” The mage was certain. “In a heartbeat.” “Puppy, puppy on a leash.” Selena danced to her singsong words. “You walk behind him and see if you don’t follow.” Ekaterina took no interest in the taunts. Besides, Max does have an attractive backside. “Looks like a tin can, walks like a tin can, must be a tin can,” the thief chortled. “He leads.” Offended by the verbal assault on her lover, she focused on anger control. Two weeks ago, I’d have thrown a dagger at you. And missed. Tired of the feminine banter, the cavalier turned and led his mount to the outpost. When her small elven hand slipped in his, he smiled and gave a gentle squeeze. “Come on mister churchy.” Snide, Selena turned to the elf. “Look at you coming up to his ass. Do you need a ladder to reach his belly button?” “I come up as high as I need,” Ekaterina retorted. Always height. Short is advantageous, sometimes. “I don’t get into such stuff. Guess you’re a… you figure it out.”

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Paula Calloway The mage scowled. “A goody-goody.” Selena snipped, “Better-better.” Maxwell decided women were peculiar creatures indeed. “Yes, she is.” He defended me. His words made Ekaterina smile. She ignored the taunting wench. She almost opened her mouth to another and ruined his ability to trust her with his secrets. Selena is trying to get to me. I want so much to keep quiet and watch what I say, but she’s annoying. Perhaps I deserve it after what I put him through. The thief quipped, “He has balls, you have guts.” “You ought to try standing up to him.” Selena snorted. “I can buy you a ladder.” Ekaterina sighed, more from her tormentor’s aggravation than tiredness. “I don’t need one.” The cavalier freed his hand, slipped his arm around her waist and lifted her to his side. Her slight weight of no consequence, he hoped to his action gave her a reprieve from the uncalled for impudence. “I don’t have to walk either.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I can read.” If I not so taken with you. Maxwell halted near the dead spider and set her on her feet. Ever aware of her, he removed his mount’s tack and left the stallion capable of defense or escape. He collected as much edible greenery as possible, mixed it with some from his saddlebags and heaped it on a pile for his horse. He scouted around, selected a concave stone, brushed it off and poured some water in it for his mount. The thief looked around. “What way?” The cavalier pointed to a door and the new pair dashed off to investigate. “Dusty.” Glad the elf stayed close rather than ran with the other pair, he waited for her to stop before him. He brushed a wisp of hair from her face. “We can always use thick sticks and rags for torches.” He smiled at her haste to fulfill his suggestion. Frustrated with the door, Selena kicked it. “Max.”

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Paula Calloway Stunned by his reaction, she picked up the torch and lit it. His disappointment ripped through her. She handed it to the pickpocket and left the room to organize the collected sticks and old rags for torches. She bundled the items together and strapped them to the outside of her pack. Maxwell glanced at the lit torch in the pickpocket’s hand. Incompetent in my presence? His focus on the area, he ignored the adventuresome pair gather their gear and head down the hallway toward three doors. As the elf finished her pack, he drew her attention. “Dusty.” His gaze fixed to hers, he crooked his finger and beckoned her closer. “Come here.” He met her questioning gaze when she halted in front of him. “Want to learn?” Her eager nod more than enough answer, he kept his voice soft. “Draw up the energies from in the earth and the air, of the water and fire, focus it on and within you, then release it to create an incantation called prestidigitation.” He spoke and performed the actions. His words nourishment for her starved mind, which craved the knowledge he held and she fed hungrily on, he listened to her work with her first real spell. Miquel stepped into view. “Hey, Max, come on.” Maxwell closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. He ought to know not to interrupt the spell learning process. He opened his eyes and glared at the intruder, his words emphasized, “That is Sir Maxwell.” Of all people, clergy should respect those of the church, to include warriors of them. With respect comes proper usage of Title. Ekaterina stopped. “I never called you Sir.” “You did lying on the hill.” “I do so love you, Sir Maxwell of the hamlet of Hope, but I assure you, I did not.” She smiled slowly, her eyes ablaze with affection until a scream shattered the air. Accustomed to the onslaught of combat by adventuresome fools, Maxwell customarily prepared for battle with a slap down of his visor and the draw of his

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Paula Calloway Ekaterina almost burst. “You’re pleased.” The welled up emotion grew until she surrendered to the elation. She leapt, scaled his body, threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. He smiled and embraced her waist. His acceptance of her advancement in helpful skills instead of hindering ones swelled in the form of a newfound pride. He knew her potential for greatness. “I did not call you Sir.” Prepared when his mouth opened, she claimed him in an oral embrace of passion. His soft lips invited her to continue and responded with equal fervor. Once he took over, she surrendered all to him and they kissed for a long, lingering moment. Breathless, she pulled back. “That’s how I nip your quips.” Maxwell eyed the spitfire in his arms. I will kill Marissa for giving you any womanly advice. “We must talk about moon cycles.” Ekaterina urged him to release her. His arms granted her request and let her slip to the ground. His glance assured their companion’s departure before he met the elf’s gaze. “What about moon cycles? What did you do when the flows started?” “The first one made me think I was dying. After three days, I figured I was okay. When I learned the pattern, I stocked what food and drink I managed and hid from the world when it was time.” Humiliated, she lowered her eyes. “I never knew their purpose.” Maxwell surmised the unfortunate loss of her parents prevented her gain of the appropriate knowledge. He explained the feminine cycle to the best of his ability. He shouldered her pack with his. Ekaterina adored his generosity. “Thank you.” He smiled. “You are pregnant.” “How do you know?” “It was rudely blurted out during your incapacitation over the side of the horse.” Maxwell rested his hands on her

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Paula Calloway him. He moved to the wall and allowed her back to lean against it. He positioned his body to keep her concealed from prying eyes. Her legs wrapped around him. He filled her tight heat and her nails grasped his upper arms in urgency. He slid out and again pushed himself deep inside her, but didn’t pass her depth limit. He raised her up and down with each stroke. His smooth armor, warm from his body heat, competed with the cold and rough stone wall behind her. His rigid shaft sank into her and the pleasure of his touch far outweighed the wall’s discomfort. She slid her hands to his forearms. “You feel so good, I want more, Max.” He wanted to fulfill her request, but feared more might hurt her and withheld. He cupped her buttocks and slid her up and down on his erection as all her weight rested on his forearms, his back curled toward her, his hair fell over his shoulders. Her muscles clenched on his deep thrust and he shuddered. He stroked her satin heat with his hardness. He increased his speed and brought her to another climax. He joined her at the last possible minute. He milked them both dry and then held her close. He lifted her off, lowered her to the floor and steadied her before he released her. Ekaterina leaned against the wall, her sigh content. “And that’s a spell?” His armor, gauntlets and helmet fixed, Maxwell smirked. “This is.” He pointed his finger to her torn pants and the ripped seam repaired itself. He shouldered his pack. “You amaze me.” She grabbed her pack and accompanied him around the corner. Gagged by the intensity of an ammoniated scent as it wafted through the area, she placed her hand placed under her nose. He scowled through the wide open door of a room where the guano-covered pair lingered. Can’t do anything except become smelly. Then again, thieves are smelly. He seized the door handled, slammed it shut and hurried the elf past the stench. “This way.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened His hand directed her into an open area as Ekaterina sucked in the fresh air. “Thank you.” How he knew, didn’t matter, that he knew, did. Her stomach lurched. She turned to the side and vomited. Maxwell stayed close to comfort her as much as possible. He noted the kitchen room the other pair entered. “You okay, Dusty?” She gave a weak nod. “Yes.” His name in the form of a yelp from the other room, Maxwell battle-readied his visor and sword and ran into combat. Uncertain of how to strike the beast without striking its victim, Miquel stood there. A giant tick straddled Selena’s upper body as it searched her soft stomach for an ideal bite site. It sank a tube-like device deep and drew blood. Maxwell swung twice and gutted the creature’s swelling lower body. The mingled blood of the victim and tick went everywhere and bathed the screaming pickpocket in its nasty concoction. His attention redirected to a lizard of massive proportions, the cavalier swung and decapitated the beast. The spray of lizard blood across a heap of rubble and a chest brought silence to the room. His blade cleaned and sheathed as his armor magically removed the mess, Maxwell raised his visor as the two adventurers dressed their wounds. They need to fight more of their own battles. He returned to his earlier location. Aware of what dwelled within the outpost, he knew the experience served as a rough training facility. He intended to keep the pace comfortable for his young wife, but stood ready to assist the newest explorers if called. He frowned at the explosion, but refused to leave her side. His arm around her shoulder drew her close. “Lean on me, Dusty.” Selena dragged the unconscious clergyman into the hallway. “We were looking at a chest when ding-dong here went banging on heaven’s gate with a mace.” She returned

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Paula Calloway to the room and dragged back several items along with a suit of scale mail. The cavalier eyed the armor. Is the clergyman some sort of thief himself? He recalled the elf sleeping off the effects of a spell trap and smiled. She held up the armor. “Need a spare tunic? Does Ekaterina need money?” Maxwell heeded her jaded headshake. “Leave the money. I will take the tunic.” He rolled up the venomous snake scale armor and put it in his pack. With the area safe, he heard the bag of coins chime when dropped. “Should we rest awhile, Dusty?” At her nod, he pointed to a familiar room from a previous visit. “Selena and Miquel, rest in there. We will be in the next room. Come on, Dusty.” He escorted her into the chosen room. Ekaterina looked around. “Is it safe?” He secured the door, faced her and folded his arms over his chest. “What do you think?” Her expression relaxed. He directed her to a large, stable chunk of stone. “Sit. Let me remove my armor and we will study.” His gear aside, he took his time and helped her discover the best method for her to learn. “Thank you.” She continued to read and learn the basics of magic. She absorbed everything from the amount of herbs, pronunciations, sigils and other various items, terms and actions. Maxwell sat, his back to the opposite wall, his legs stretched out before him, his gaze on her. He pulled out his whetstone, spit on it and drew his sword. The sound of the metal crossing the stone chimed softly through the room. After a bit, Ekaterina closed her book. “Why do you do sharpen it so often?” He swept his gaze over her. He didn’t normally dally or set aside this particular task, but her presence distracted him in many ways. “I was neglectful. It needs done after each battle.”

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he sun rose and enhanced the swamp’s green tint. Maxwell and Ekaterina dressed and joined the other pair, but he stayed behind her. Miquel and Selena, whose torch lit the way, led the group to the stairs where they halted jet a few feet before a green jelly-like substance. “Let me down there.” Maxwell took a step, but halted at the gentle touch of her hand on his forearm. “Suggestion, Dusty?” “Miquel can hold you while you put the torch close to see if it reacts to indicate life.” Ekaterina smiled as his gaze leveled on her. “You’re my walking shield and the only thing between me and death.” Selena jumped at the opportunity and handed the end of her long braid to the captain. “Hold this.” “Happily.” The cavalier grabbed the offered hair and jerked her backwards. She rubbed her head. “Men never obey orders.” The wagon flashed across her mind and the mage flinched at the reverse of something all too familiar. “Don’t make him offers he can’t refuse.” Maxwell stepped lower on the staircase to peer around, but vigilantly avoided the gel-like substance. In times like this he appreciated his unique vision. Dusty will not be down

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Paula Calloway there alone. “Miquel, come here.” He grabbed the clergyman’s hand and lowered him to the floor below. “Selena.” He did the same with the pickpocket. “Dusty.” He took her hand and drew her close to him. “When your feet hit the floor, take two steps back and then stay still.” He lowered her down to the other companions and then jumped over to join them. His expression indicated his lack of amusement. Ekaterina frowned. “I failed to think it through.” Selena eyed the substance. “What is it?” “Green slime. It devours people and turns them into slime. It eats through metal and wood.” The cavalier looked at the elf, his unspoken point clear. The mage shivered. “I’d have killed us.” “Yes.” Maxwell kept his gaze on her. “I take it you were never in a dungeon before.” Her headshake softened his expression in understanding. The thief ignited two wall torches off hers. “I’m switching bedrolls.” Ekaterina smiled. “Max is my bed.” Selena scoffed. “Exactly, you don’t carry a bedroll, your bedroll carries you.” “One can’t argue with the truth.” The mage turned her back and eyed the floor, her whisper inaudible. “Look before you leap and think before you talk.” She wanted in his arms. “If not for Max, we’d be dead.” Miquel pointed. “Undead.” His loud prayer sent away three of the four skeletons. He spotted two more undead. “Incoming.” Ekaterina turned and drew an incantation to her mind. Her heart raced at the battle’s closeness. The mage summoned a second spell as the first left her hand. Battle-ready, his visor down and sword drawn, Maxwell rushed over and slashed one foe as a brilliant spark sank into the skeleton. Aware of where it came from, he smiled proudly. He finished off another undead and another spark

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Paula Calloway Successful, Selena opened the door and disappeared inside for several minutes. She returned and flaunted a black cape with a reptilian eye on the back. “Look what—” His speed belied his size as Maxwell drew his sword and grabbed the offensive female by the scruff of her neck. In the beat of a heart, he sliced the despised article’s ties from her throat. He sneered and tossed the material over his shoulder with the tip of his sword. “You will not wear such in my presence.” His patience thin, he sheathed his sword and strode back to where he stood guard before the troublesome pair entered the first room. He scooped up the torch. The thief remained motionless. “I never meant it. Whatever I did, I didn’t mean it.” Alarmed by both his speed and reaction, the mage stepped back from the cloak near her feet and appreciated the fact his expression was softer than the day in the wagon. “I did nothing and shouldn’t be the recipient of his wrath.” His solid back held her attention. “Now’s the time to see if his anger stays with the initiator.” Apprehensive, she approached. The cavalier locked his gaze on her lithe figure when she stopped before him and peeked up through her lashes. Aware of her thoughts and concerns, his sharp ears heard her every whisper. His gaze was gentle. “I am no idiot.” Ekaterina sighed with relief. “Need to talk?” Maxwell eyed her. “About?” “Anything?” “I am fine. What gave you any other indication?” Ekaterina placed her hand on his breastplate. “I’m seeing some interesting new responses.” Maxwell gave her a wicked smirk. “Don’t like what you married?” Her voice was firm. “I never said such. I’m not in any danger from you.” Of that, you can be sure. “We should check this door and need to move on. Too much goes on around here.”

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Paula Calloway Battle-ready, Maxwell opened the door and stepped in the room. His blade bit deep into the greenish flesh as it opened a fatal wound on the ogre. The snarling beast’s razor-sharp claws ripped through his armor and into his upper thigh as he gave an enraged growl and retaliated. His attack gutted the beast in two swipes as its bloody innards surged forth to splatter on the floor in a revolting sound as the lifeless body collapsed in a heap. Maxwell wiped off and sheathed his sword as his gaze settled on the elf’s worried face. He raised his visor. His draconic blood healed his wounds, but her desire to tend his injury touched him. “Dusty.” He shifted aside his armor and revealed his arm, now half the damage, and his metal plate unharmed. Although he breathed hard after single-handed combat with the ogre, he was fine. With this kind of experience, I will need no company on a mission to defeat a dragon. Amused, he shook his head. “Glad that’s over. Let’s get to some real work.” Selena leapt to her feet, entered the first door and made a halfhearted attempt to repick the lock. She threw the captain a look. “Are there anymore in there?” His icy glare made her swallow. Disgusted by her lack of effort, the cavalier strode over. He threw his shoulder into the wooden barricade, shattered it off its hinges and moved back. Find out for yourself. A gnome and two humans looked up. Alive, the men showed signs of torture. Miquel tended the humans as Selena searched the room. Maxwell guarded as Ekaterina tend the gnome’s injuries. “This feels so much better. Thank you for setting us free.” The gnome smiled. “We were imprisoned for about three weeks. They fed us, but not much more than scraps. We’re merchants with a carnival who hoped to bring back the old days of traveling caravans who sold and traded goods when passing through towns. We stopped because of raids and it looks like we might again as we were snatched in the

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Paula Calloway lit it and scrambled to her feet. “Damn beast.” She stormed into the large room and stepped into the adjoined hallway. She heard a click as a pit opened under her feet. “Yikes!” The cavalier snatched her from the gaping blackness and stood her on her feet. His sharp ears attune, he picked up the soft scrape of a slithering belly. He turned and spotted the small, but deadly snake. “I am safer near Dusty.” He moved to her side, lowered his mouth to her ear and licked the sensitive tip, his moan soft as the toe of his boot crushed the head of an asp beside her heel. He glided his palm from her shoulder, down the length of her spine to rest on the small of her back. “Ya’ll need a room.” The thief stabbed the torch into the floor and rummaged through her pack for a stake. She anchored it to a small jutting ledge and then secured her hemp rope to it. She seized the torch and worked her way around the large open pit. The stake gave way and took the rope into the pit below with a splash. She dug her fingers into the tiny crevices and caught her balance. She frowned at the newest pit in her way. “Perfect.” Her senses still tingled from his maneuver and Ekaterina shivered. “Max.” She drew her silk rope from her pack and tossed one end of it to the trapped pickpocket who tied it to her waist. His warm hand brushed hers as he took the end. “I intended to ask if I might borrow your strength.” Maxwell smiled. “I know.” The tug on the rescue line drew his attention. He helped the troublesome female return to the party. With the rope free of its living attachment, he coiled and proffered it. “Dusty.” “Thank you.” She tucked it in her pack. “Selena, I always carry my pack to avoid being hindered. Take off your backpack. You’ll have a better balance.” “Humf.” Selena went to the middle door, tried the lock and failed. “I’m having an inept day.” Unimpressed, the sarcastic cavalier raised an eyebrow. “Day?”

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Paula Calloway the greater the heat, the brighter the color. Ekaterina shoved her silk rope into the clergyman’s hand. “Miquel, get Selena.” She relied solely on her heat vision and memory, went to the wall and carefully scaled her way toward the pit. “I only want to make sure you’re all right.” Her heart raced with fear at the uncertainty of his situation. Halfway around the second pit, she heard the clergyman’s yell followed by a splash. “Max?” His cleaned sword sheathed, Maxwell discerned anxiety in her voice. “I’m okay.” His words eased her mind and she worked her way back. At a weak spot in the wall, she lost her grip. “Max!” She hit the water hard, went under and fought to recall the precious knowledge. She struggled to the surface and managed to keep afloat. **** Her cry silenced by a splash, he made his way to the first pit. He grabbed the rope, but unable to secure it to hold his weight, dropped it. He peered into the water while he removed his gauntlets and helmet and set them down. He spotted his struggling wife and dove for her, his form perfect. He surfaced within inches of her. His arm swept around her waist as his powerful kick propelled them toward an overhanging ledge. His grip on the outcrop secure, he put her on the rock shelf and dove down again. Her teeth chattered as Ekaterina drew her knees to her chest and he surfaced with the other companions and shoved their unconscious bodies onto the rock shelf. “Are they okay?” “No.” Maxwell pulled himself to sit on the ledge and drew her close so his body heat warmed her. He handed her a nasty smelling potion and coaxed. “Drink it and then breathe for them.” He had no desire to push her faster than she managed on her own even with time of the essence.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened task while you’re fighting.” Ekaterina avoided his gaze. “Something else is eating at me. I fell off the wall into the pit when I lost my grip at a soft spot. I knew they were down there and I went to get the equipment to help…” Regret filled her. “Useless me forced you to jump in and rescue all of us because I endangered everything by failing. I need intensive training to handle this.” She rubbed her stomach. “I’m torn between wanting to protect this innocent life and not wanting away from you.” She studied the crest on his armor. Maxwell never missed the strong determination in her eyes and voice of her avowed love for him, expressed concern for their offspring and desire for magic. “We all make mistakes. Even I do, but when you choose not to learn by them is when you are a fool.” He stroked her hair twice before he gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to him. He wrapped his armored arms around her and kissed the top of her head. The intoxicating scent of metal indicative of him, she gripped him, her hold fierce. She wanted to tell him her heart, but failed to find the words. “As I said all along, you do as you feel. The intent of your actions makes you who you are.” He paused for an example. “Would you steal to feed your children when no other way exists?” “I’ll do anything for them and you.” Ekaterina shuddered at the thought of her life with a child before him. She clung to him for a long, drawn out time. “I’m actually getting hungry.” She pulled back and looked up into his captivating pale violet eyes. “I love you, Max.” “Dinnertime does that. I love you, too, and I do not want to live without you, Ekaterina LaViolette.” Maxwell listened to her name drift off his tongue and lips like a smooth silky dessert as it lingered in his mouth and mind for some time. “Feed those babies,” he coaxed.

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he group rested until dawn. Ekaterina made and lit a second torch to replace the dying one as Maxwell gathered her belongings with his, removed the spell from the door and stepped aside in order to guard the back. Their gear packed and ready, Selena and Miquel left the room. Maxwell heard their companions yell and peered into the room across the hall. Selena and Miquel battled a giant crayfish, which stretched out from a pool of murky water. Their swings wild, the pair missed as the only light came from the torch in the hall. Camouflaged by the darkness, the crayfish sprang up to snap at the twosome with its pinchers. Her torch in her hand, Ekaterina sidestepped to allow the captain a way to get in the room with the pair. A scraping resounded from down the corridor. She spun toward the new crayfish and its raised claw. The mage dropped the torch, summoned the energies and sent a brilliant spark into its head. Battle-ready, Maxwell refused to leave his woman alone. Trapped between the wall behind his back and the elf, he waited intercept the threatening beast. Aware any bump meant disruption and a backfire of her spell which would hurt her, the cavalier held his ground and stood ready to enter combat at the first given opportunity.

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he night passed. Maxwell gazed upon the sweet elf who rested so content on him. He focused on her beautiful face, which caught his attention more than he intended. Her eyes fluttered open and her smile warmed him. “Good morning, Dusty.” He welcomed her kiss and returned the pleasurable gesture. He sat up when she moved from him and lit a new torch. Selena stretched her limbs. “My muscles.” “No pain, no gain.” The girl has a long way to go if she thinks anything is learned overnight. He dug in his pack and placed some jerky and apples by the elf who joined him in the meal, but nibbled with little interest. The thief stood. “Can someone teach me to swim?” Maxwell fixed his breastplate, helmet and gauntlets. “The druid or I.” Selena hemmed and hawed for a minute. “Um, no. I don’t think your wife will let you. Female, wet clothes, no. I’ll find someone else.” “The druid.” He gathered and shouldered his gear with the elf’s. He went to the door, opened it and motioned out other pair. “Dusty.” He offered her pack and stayed on her heels as she exited the room. The thief flung a pebble over her shoulder and hit the

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Paula Calloway blackness claimed her. Well aware of her down, Maxwell swung his sword with a newfound rage. Hit quite a few times and worn by effects of battle, his concern and fortitude made him endure. The cavalier swung once more and delivered the final blow to the lone brigand who fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. Maxwell dropped his sword, lunged for his pack and plunged his hand inside. He seized a vial and rushed to his fallen wife. He nursed it down her throat. Relieved to hear her drawn breath, he leaned her against her pack. He pushed a strand of hair from her face. He stood, retrieved three potions and poured one down each companion’s throat before he chugged one. He needed more, but conserved the precious supplies for the party. He collected his sword and returned to kneel by the elf. He raised his visor and smiled. “Max, I don’t want to be here.” Ekaterina realized him far worse than ever before. She collected the wand, dropped it in her pack and pulled out some gauze. She dressed the most serious wounds and stopped his bleeding. When it came to her lover, she was meticulous about the details and very gentle. Her touch tender, he never flinched. Aware his injuries were the worst, he ignored his tiredness and let her finish. He stood and brought her with him. “You okay, Dusty?” Failure drove hard and the truth hit home. “Yes, but I need serious training. We need rest.” “We can return to our previous room.” Maxwell draped his arm around her. Ekaterina leaned against him. “I think it best.” He winked and then kissed the tip of her ear. “I knew you were a mage.” “You gave me the chance.” Selena rolled her eyes. “I like what I do and it’s not my fault you fail at it.” Maxwell cleared his throat. “We were not talking to

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axwell welcomed the new day by untangling of her slender entwined limbs from his. He sat up and pulled out a hardtack to eat as his wife made and lit a torch. Thankful her unaware how much she affected him as such might make her more than a handful to contend with, he offered her some food and caught her attention. “The next time you sling a spell, remember anyone in contact with your spell’s target also receives the effect and may be the only one to receive the effect. You feel okay?” “Thank you and I’m fine.” Ekaterina accepted his offer and frowned when his stride carried him toward the door. “Where are you going?” “Privy.” He removed the spell and left the room. “Come, Miquel, give the women privacy.” He closed the door behind them. The mage dashed to a corner to relieve herself as the pickpocket opted for another area. Finished, she looked around and shivered at the various devices she failed to see before. She walked along and studied each, but ignored the dried blood mingled with the rust. Along one wall, chains dangled, their ends bedecked with shackles and manacles. She pushed aside a broken whip with the toe of her boot and then stepped over a tangled rope. The broken wooden

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Paula Calloway “Stay.” She met his gaze, “Max?” Maxwell set down his pack. “Are you okay?” He took her torch and placed it in a nearby wall bracket. Ekaterina waited arm’s length away. “Yes.” His gaze fixed on her, he leaned against the wall. He removed his breastplate, set his disrobed armor on his pack and allowed her any needed time. “You asked if I was all right and I answered yes. In truth, I’m not. I’m horribly frightened. I have absolutely no doubts in you or what you can do and, if it were you and I, I don’t think I’d worry, but I’m unfair in dragging another life into this without giving said person the right to choose. If my magic were stronger, I might not be as afraid, but it’s not and, in myself and my present ability to survive this place, I made a serious mistake.” Ekaterina hung her head. “I’m afraid of losing you after finding you, yet, like a spoiled child, I want my way. I wanted to be with you, but the price is becoming far more than I can pay. My foolishness is threatening the one thing in my life I ever did more spectacular than magic itself.” She longed to touch him, but held her ground. “We created a life which I now hold the power over in my hands. It’s a power I don’t want because hurting this life is the farthest thought from everything that makes me who I am. Three times, I came too close to death and three times, I almost did something I never did before. Max, I never killed anything in my life. And I’m not about to start by repeating both our pasts.” Ekaterina met his gaze. “You saved me, but what happens if the next time you can’t get to me or…” Unable to finish the sentence, she trembled and fought her tears. “You lost so much and here I am trying to take it away from you again all because I want to be with you. How stupidly selfish can I be? I love you and yet I’m trying to destroy you.” She fought to control her emotions. “I promise if we get

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened out of here, I’ll train harder and be properly trained to the best of my ability before I return to this place, even if it means waiting until after the baby is born.” She met his gaze and swallowed the pride and defiance of her original decision. “If staying home keeps our baby safe, then I should be there and not out here. I mean those words. I apologize for putting you in this predicament. I’m sorry I did this to you, Max. I never want to hurt you.” She tore her eyes away from his and hung her head in humiliation. Maxwell stared until the recognition of truth came over him. He grasped her hand and drew her closer. He leaned his back against the wall, his feet spread wide to avoid towering over her. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. It took a lot for her to put aside her wants for the needs of their children. The sincerity in her eyes along with the genuine love in her voice mesmerized him. He embraced her, held her and loved her. Her head rested on his chest. “As you wish, my love. This journey is almost complete. I have other methods of helping you when we get back home, if you are willing to accept. All our children, now and future, will stay safe and sound. I have means to protect you in other ways you have yet to learn of. This is ultimately your decision. If you want, I can put myself on temporary leave status when you’re pregnant until the babies arrive.” Astounded by his consideration, Ekaterina stared. “Such means you stop being who you are and who you want. No, I won’t allow it.” Maxwell emphasized his every word, “I did say you are first in my loyalty and then the church.” “No. It’s just not safe here for the baby, but it will be at the house. Although I might be a bit bored, the baby will be protected. I’m sure I can fill those times with lots of reading and training, learning all I can about babies, the occasional planning of sneak attacks on you, nights of wondrous

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Paula Calloway lovemaking and a sporadic bout of whatever crosses our mind.” He adored how her blush swept over her cheeks and crept toward her breasts. He would never deny her anything, even his life. Ekaterina caressed his cheek. “That you do as you have, and speak of doing additional, is by far more than any woman has the right to ask of any man. You always give to me. Let me give to you the assurance of our baby’s safety at home. Besides, if you take leave and are at home all the time, I’ll never get any studying accomplished. I doubt we’d keep clothes on.” Her expression grew serious. “Will we have time in Hope for me to learn more?” “Plenty.” Maxwell kissed her forehead. “All the time you need.” “You aren’t mad at running in and rescuing me?” “I will never be angered at you for thinking of our children’s safety ahead of your desires.” Ekaterina hugged him. “Then you shall continue and so shall I.” She pulled back. “What did you mean you have other means to protect me?” Maxwell winked. “That is a surprise worth waiting for when we return home.” She longed for the healing gift with which to touch him. Her sigh soft, she rested her head against his chest. “You’re a noble and honorable man, Sir Maxwell LaViolette of the hamlet of Hope and I do love you so.” “I love you, too, Dusty.” He frowned at the intruder who peeked around the corner. “What?” Selena stepped into view. “There’s a hole here.” “Maybe you should crawl in it.” Maxwell focused on the woman in his arms. “And go visit your relatives?” If she only knew them. Rats they are not. Annoyed, he caressed the elf’s back and eyed the intruder. Selena snipped, “I forgot you live under a rock.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened and games this is not. I have so much riding on the line and you’re having a wonderful time making enough noise to draw down the world.” Maxwell understood her tension and stepped forward. “Give me your tools, Selena.” He snatched them from the pickpocket’s hand. He unlocked the door, returned the devices to her and stepped back. “Here goes nothing.” Her back against the wall beside the door, Selena opened it. He sidestepped as a dart flew past. Her day will come. “Stop trying to kill my husband.” Ekaterina smelled a fragrant incense waft outward. “Smells nice. Come on, Miquel.” The thief strolled into the other room, the clergyman on her heels. His senses heightened, Maxwell listened as the sexual conversation with a man in the room reached him. Her words provocative, he became battle-ready. Miquel returned to the couple. “She’s talking with some man.” The mage stared. “Not good.” “He’s a big fellow and she’s talking like she wants to jump in the bed with him.” The cavalier abruptly shouldered his way past and stepped into the room. He seized the foolish pickpocket by the back of her neck and flung her out to the other party members. Selena cried, “Aw, Max, he was cute.” Lavish furnishings and beautiful tapestries, soft chairs and cushions, a desk and a bed adorned the room. Sweet wines, liquors, meats and fruits were set out to eat. Maxwell stood ready. “You are under arrest, Lorithin, for supporting the troops and the enemy from the Temple of Ruin. You can tell your demoness to go back to the hells she came from.” Lorithin hoped his lightweight silk elegant robes made his every move a flourished distraction from his hands as

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Paula Calloway his grip tightened on his staff. “No. I’ll give you anything you want in here. All of my valuable possessions. Take them please. Don’t arrest me.” He hoped to buy time to escape. “Don’t arrest me. I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m only living here—” “Shut up.” The cavalier stepped forward. “Bring back the girl. Maybe I can talk to her and she can knock some sense into you. Don’t hurt me.” **** Incredulous, Ekaterina glared. “Miquel, you left… walked out? Coward.” She fought the sheer urge to fling the dagger she swore never to throw again. She pivoted and stormed toward the door. “You left her there?” She disregarded the pickpocket’s charge back to where the battle started. “What’s hanging on your side? I see two weapons. Did you even try?” Miquel shrugged. “I’m short.” She lowered her voice, each word enunciated, “So am I. Did you try?” She held her ground and fought her dagger’s call. If any other dagger, her thought would have ended in seconds. Her rage satisfied with her clenched fist, she headed to join the captain. The cleric blocked her path. “Somebody needs to stay with you.” “Bull.” Ekaterina was furious. “Someone does.” Miquel stomped his foot. “Get out of my way.” “Foolish girl.” He pushed past her into the room. Lorithin swung and struck the captain’s armored shoulder, which forced Maxwell to shift his balance as a whip bit into his off arm. Selena dropped her weapon as Miquel swung and missed while Ekaterina guarded the door. Maxwell shook free of the leather strip as the staff’s

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened second slam shifted his balance. He stepped back into a stance, swung and sliced his blade into his adversary’s arm. He smirked as the move almost severed the elbow from the forearm. Twice again, its power weakened, the staff slammed into his armored side and shifted his balance. Magic was evident. His sword cut deep into the enemy’s stomach as the cavalier nodded with satisfaction when blood ran down his blade to pool on the floor and the body collapsed into a heap. Nervous, Ekaterina stood in the doorway and guarded the entrance to the other room. She longed to be with the trio, but feared leaving the previous skirmish area unguarded. She saw the anger on the captain’s face. Maxwell glowered as the clergyman searched the dead body. “He is a minion of evil and you wanted to leave him in the room with the lowly little female thief who was defenseless against the fiend’s power. She was totally at the mercy of an evil man’s whims.” His irritations towards the irresponsible man for his ignorance burned his desire to help the fool escape the wretched place. “That staff’s magical.” Selena collected her whip. “Max, do we need his body intact?” “Dusty, come here.” “Gladly.” The mage went to his side. His stance casual, Maxwell leaned against the wall. “Will never hurt to take it back to town.” The thief searched the corpse and gathered various items into her pack. “Take the food?” “Your choice.” He swept his gaze over the slight elven figure beside him. Selena asked, “Will anyone peek if I change?” Maxwell yawned his interest. “I’ll leave the room.” “Why don’t you men turn your backs?” He pivoted and let his gaze roam over his wife’s

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Paula Calloway Lorithin and other minions of wrongdoing destroyed, this was a tremendous strain on my patience.” Her sweet scent filled his senses and he enjoyed her closeness. He looked over at the approaching pair. He doubted their return without a rescue and eyed the scraggly brigand’s body dragged behind the adventuresome twosome. Selena dropped her prized kill. “I used my sword.” Maxwell studied the pair. “Are you sure he did not die falling down the stairs? He looks pretty scrawny.” He defied their attempts to earn his praise. “I offered him money to come back. I wanted to tie him up and even offered him sex.” “Really.” Ekaterina ignored the pickpocket’s lusty comment. She’s a puppy on a leash seeking the pack leader’s approval. “I want to go home.” Maxwell patted her thigh. “I agree with Dusty. Time wears on. Both women will be on the horse.” Selena stepped back. “You’re more hurt than me.” Her objection disregarded, he picked her up and flopped her belly down over his mount’s back between the elf and the body. “Silence.” Miquel laughed. “She never learns.” Maxwell threw him a look. “Such is chivalry, thank you.” He grabbed the reins and led his horse toward town. “You’re hurt worse than I am,” the thief whined. “Not for long. If you do not shut up.” The soft elven giggle drew him to lean up. “Come here, Dusty.” He gave her a kiss and rested his hand possessively on her thigh. Selena struggled into a seated position. “She never shuts up.” Keep it up, girl. The mage ignored the half-elves’ ceaseless banter and focused on the captain’s hand still high on her leg, his touch warm. “It feels nice.” Maxwell winked and then smirked at the notion of the pickpocket in front and her hair vomited on. The fool failed

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Paula Calloway amusement clear, he met her gaze and winked. She moved to a vacant area, gingerly leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. I attacked a constable? Her heart leapt into her throat. I threw a dagger, swung a sword, professed a need to assassinate and married an officer of the law. Her mind spun and she shuddered. I could have been hung. **** Maxwell rose, took her hand and escorted her to a chair beside the desk. “Have a seat.” Her obligation swift, he returned to his chair and completed his paperwork. Pleased her gaze never settled on the obsidian dragon scale pinned under the desk’s glass top, he collected the disconcerted elf, left the building and placed her on his horse. He mounted behind her. The stallion ambled along to the church. His dismount swift, he delivered the sack of silver to the patriarch and returned to her. He stepped in the stirrup and swung into the saddle behind her. His arms secure around her, he urged his horse forward. “I stepped down and am not the head constable at this time. I admit you take my job well in stride.” He placed his mouth near her ear and allowed his breath to cascade over her shoulder. “Especially since you confessed inappropriate desires, sought information on acquiring certain illicit devices and threatened to commit murder. All, of which I might add, you did directly to a high ranking constable.” Uneasy, Ekaterina shifted. “I’m also shocked to discover I did such, but even more so that you didn’t throw me in jail. I chalked it up to you arresting me.” Her laugh soft, Maxwell leaned to see her face. “I arrested you?” “Captured my heart. Which, I might add, you did quite aptly, Sir. You are indeed a formidable knight. I’m grateful you choose to marry rather than have me put to death.” Are you certain I didn’t detain you for my personal pleasures?

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened He chuckled. “If I were to let you go without some sort of payment for your wrongdoing, I would not be the formidable cavalier you say I am. I do not feel like cooking tonight. Let’s go to the inn.” Ekaterina wanted him alone. “Another delay.” Maxwell smirked. “For what?” “If you’re not bothered, I can make you so.” He scooted closer to her and pressed his codpiece against her lower back. “Sounds interesting.” “Unless you’re really hungry right now,” Ekaterina whispered seductively. “Yes. Food, then home.” Maxwell reined in the stallion at the inn and dismounted. His appearance unacceptable, he pulled his cape up and around his shoulders to conceal the blood of his previous injuries since only his armor cleaned itself. He grabbed her by the waist and lowered her to stand before him. “Now here’s something I can do for you.” She cast prestidigitation clean and willed it on him, his horse and herself. “Better?” “Thank you.” He escorted her inside to a table and ordered the biggest and best meal available. He adored her blush under his direct gaze throughout their entire dinner. Their trip home expedient, he stabled his mount. He swept her into his arms, carried her inside and set her on her feet. He placed his gear and armor back where it belonged. Ekaterina glanced at the new thick green curtains on both windows and then went upstairs. She dropped her equipment in the bedroom and turned around. She gasped. Maxwell swept his gaze the length of her, his whisper guttural. “You know what I want.” He stripped and lay back on the bed. He studied her every move the way a predator did its prey when stalking. His gaze devoured her, his loins ached for her and his entire being hungered for her. Her every move seductive, she removed her clothing one

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Paula Calloway She gave him all he wanted and then some. Pain and pleasure mingled, lust and love intertwined and passion’s fire burned her to the very core. He came down on top of her and drove into her with an intensity she never experienced before and she exploded on his driving shaft. Her body under him so soft, so giving, so accepting and so in danger of hurt by his over zealous passion, he grunted. He held almost no control of the beast who now claimed and devoured her. He pounded hard until he buried the entire massive length of his erection deep within her. His body drenched with sweat, he withdrew and went beyond her limit again. And again. His ceaseless strokes, both in depth and force, now bordered closer to pain than pleasure. Every solid pounding inch of him plunged into fill her like never before. She pulled him close and her nails dug into his upper arms to compel. She placed her mouth against the top of his shoulder and bit hard. He clenched his teeth and every muscle in his body went rigid. Pain warred with passionate pleasure as a guttural roar escaped. The startled cause of his orgasm released her grip. His head thrown back, he thrust deep and unloaded his liquid passion inside her. His body convulsed twice and then went still. His uneven, uncontrolled breathing steadied. Ekaterina waited for his reaction. “Max?” “Mmmm.” Maxwell lifted his full weight from her and propped on his forearms. He snuggled his lower body into the comfort of her. He glanced at her teeth marks on his shoulder, slightly red, still indented and definitely bruisematerial on a non-draconic body. “I had to get your attention.” He studied her. “You had my attention. Did you want more?” “No.” Ekaterina looked away. “I wanted a bit less.” His concern genuine, his touch gentle, Maxwell leaned

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he sun streaked gold across the sky. Maxwell opened his eyes in time to see her slide from the bed, dash into the privy and retch. By her side in a heartbeat, he pulled her hair from her face. “You okay? Can you handle today?” His concern genuine, he disbelieved her continuous nod. “Do you want water or something?” “No.” Ekaterina let him bring her to her feet. “But there must be something for this.” He guided her to the bed. “Lie down.” “Such leads elsewhere.” Her attempt at play failed. Maxwell lifted the covers for her. “You rest and I will get you some herbs.” He waited until she returned to bed and then tucked her in. He kissed her forehead. “I won’t be gone long.” He donned his sword and went to the hermit’s grove. Herman waved at the captain’s approach. “Sir Maxwell, I heard you married.” “To a delightful elven lady of fair skin, ice blue eyes, black hair and lips like a red rose. She is a spitfire, too. How are you this fine morning?” The druid laughed. “Just fine. Have your hands full, huh?” Maxwell saw him as most did, a peculiar man, aged and wise, but a bit senile and open with his thoughts since he

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened seldom dealt with much that involved the need for social skills. The hermit was a bit like simpleton, but age showed deep in his wisdom. “Yes, I do. I need some herbs to ease the sickness of her pregnancy.” “Elf, huh? Rather different than a human, can endure more, needs something to handle… let me think.” Herman tapped his finger against his chin. “Yep, I have some prepared. Give me a minute and I’ll get it.” He disappeared inside his small dwelling and soon returned. He offered two pouches. “This is all I have right now, but I’ll get some more made and keep it on hand.” He instructed him in brewing the concoction and proffered a small leaf. “Put this in if she needs a bit of rest.” “Thank you.” The cavalier accepted the offer, went home and brewed the drink. He took it to her, sat on the bed’s edge and handed her the steaming mug. He set a bag of herbs on her nightstand. “This will help with the nausea.” He observed her drink the concoction and then took the offered cup as she snuggled down into the bed. He rubbed her side until she dozed off. He rose and headed downstairs. Comfortable at the kitchen table and telepathically tapped into her, he read the paper until she stirred. He set down the paper and cast a spell. **** Awakened by the smell of food, Ekaterina dressed and grabbed a few things from her pack. She went downstairs, walked into the kitchen and froze, the items in her possession forgotten. She stared in amazement at the sight before her. Magic. Maxwell leaned back in the chair and propped his feet on the table’s edge. He read as the eggs floated up, broke open in the pan and scrambled while the sizzling bacon flipped. He looked up from his paper. “Feel better?” Her slow nod

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Paula Calloway indicated her fascination. “Invisible helper. It does menial tasks and picks up about five pounds.” She watched the spell work. “Interesting.” He smiled. “Inventive.” Ekaterina stood before him. “Do you prefer I spend from the gems or the coins?” Maxwell set aside his paper. “Gems.” “You care less about them?” With his nod, she put a potion, a bag of powder and three rings on the table. “Where can I get things from the outpost looked at?” “Brunswick. We will go together after breakfast.” He tested his theory of her desire for school, but dislike of separation. “We can set up for school.” Ekaterina fought the lurch of her heart. “In town?” Maxwell set down his chair and placed his feet on the floor. “In the keep we passed. There will be no leaving town and you will be home every night.” Her smile grateful, she sighed. “We’ll have breakfast and you can set me up for school.” She raced upstairs, discovered the chest locked and returned. “Max…” Expectant, he smirked. “Use your tools.” Ekaterina shivered. “Your armoire eats things.” “It does?” Her nod adamant, Maxwell rose and moved for the counter in an effort to hide his amused grin. He pulled a key from the drawer, turned and held it out. “Come and get it.” “Will it open it?” His lecherous grin halted her. “For cheaters.” Ekaterina crossed the floor and took the key. “I’ll not go near that thing. It ate whatever you hit it with. No.” She dashed upstairs, opened the chest and scooped out a handful of gems. She put them in the pouch he previously gave her, closed the chest and made sure it locked. She returned to the kitchen and gawked as the plates set themselves on the table. “It’ll do pretty much anything?” “It lifts keys from a hook when the mage is in jail,”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Maxwell replied dryly. “How do you know?” “My first guard duty.” He directed her to the chair to the left of his at the head of the table. In a formal setting, she would be at the far end, but he preferred casual. “Sit here.” Ekaterina offered the borrowed key. “Thank you.” “Cheater.” Maxwell put it away and sat in his usual chair. He waited for her to take a bite. “You dislike my armoire because it eats things.” Her swallow hurried, he patted her thigh. “No reply necessary.” He enjoyed their relaxed breakfast. Finished, she stared as an unseen source gathered and washed the dishes. “Teach me.” “I promised to never bind you to a home.” Her laugh warm and inviting, he rose and ushered her to stand. “Let’s go.” The touch of her hand on his arm warm, he escorted her out the door. He adored the feel of her by his side, her scent mingled with autumn’s breezes. “The town magic user is a goodhearted man. This way.” He turned her down the side road on the right. Fascinated with the huge spire, which climbed toward the sky, Ekaterina stared at the stone building with its arches, patterned brickwork and heavy wooden door. “I never saw anything like it.” “Brunswick likes his towers.” Maxwell directed her up the small flight of stairs and halted at the entrance. He gave a slight bow. “I wish Brunswick’s services.” The guard on left cleared his throat and his companion averted a snicker. He opened the door. “This way, Sir.” He escorted the couple into a spectacular room. “He’ll be with you in a moment.” He left the room. The mage stared in awe. “There’s so much.” The cavalier stood near the desk. “Brunswick won’t mind your looking.” Ekaterina meandered through the room. A desk with a

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Paula Calloway chair occupied the room’s center. The walls were lined with shelves of beakers and jars, gems and herbs, fluids and powders, books and scrolls and more items than she ever imagined. On the wall hung a plaque, ‘His most worshipful wizard of the hamlet of Hope’ written on it. His short, pale blond hair neat as his beard, his dark eyes sparkling, Brunswick, the wizard, entered the room, his red robe trimmed in golden thread with a silver interlacing. He shook the captain’s hand. “Sir Maxwell, I see you’re back from your adventures. Did you have a good time? I sure miss the old days of journeying. Maybe I can get Roland to go with me. Heard you remarried. Is this lovely lady your wife?” “Yes. My beautiful wife, Lady Ekaterina.” Maxwell swept his hand toward her. The mage cringed at the title used with her real name. She walked over and shook the older human’s hand. “Hello.” “She is quite fond of magic and needs a magic mentor.” The cavalier smiled proudly. The wizard rubbed his chin. “My funds are low as I don’t adventure anymore. I can, but it’ll cost.” Maxwell nodded. “A price well worth it.” Brunswick assessed his new student. “Monday through Friday, eleven to five, some studies here and others in the cellar.” “Perfect.” He shook the man’s hand to seal the deal. “She attends other classes, but this is her primary interest. She wishes to ask you to reveal. Cost is inconsequential.” The wizard turned. “Let me see the devices, miss.” Ekaterina pulled out the unknown items and set them on the desk. “What are these?” Brunswick cast and concentrated for several minutes before he held up a ring. “Ring of prestidigitations with twenty-five uses, allows you to cast five times per day and is rechargeable.” He held up another gold band. “A sorcerer’s

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened ring, doubles all your beginning spells and is unlimited.” He held up the third ring. “A ring of rectification. It cures blindness and disease, removes curses and neutralizes poison, all one time a day, holds sixty-four charges and acts as a veteran caster. The potion is undead command and the powder is second chance, aids you when a deathblow or magic hits you. Anything else you want me to look at?” “Just this.” She offered him the staff. “And this.” Maxwell retrieved the other item. “Staff of bludgeoning.” Brunswick returned it to her and took the item the captain offered. “This is a talisman of ambulation, a protection from paralysis with four charges.” He explained the staff in detail and then handed the elf a tome. “This is a mandatory read for all my students. Finish this and we’ll start your schooling when you come back.” “Thank you.” Ekaterina accepted and secured the book in a pocket on her backpack. “Max, you decide what happens with the powder. It sounds powerful.” “No, you keep it. You promise to be more than I am now.” The cavalier knew his little spitfire would be far more than she dreamed as elves were akin to magic of their own accord, but those who sought magic excelled in proficiency. “Her schedule sounds fine.” He shook the man’s hand. She tucked the powder in her pack, dropped the clerical ring in a side pocket and put the other rings in her gem pouch. “Thank you.” Maxwell scooped up her backpack, slung it over his shoulder and ushered her toward home. He enjoyed their leisure walk. The debated idea decided, he ushered her into the house. “Let’s get you dressed to play in the water.” Ekaterina raced upstairs with him on her heels, but the thought of being in the water with him went the wrong direction for any lesson, but one. She sought a distraction. “Your sword on your side never hinders you?” “No. It is a part of me and all my moves with it are

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Paula Calloway innate, just as several of my daggers. With the exception of when at home or deliberate, it is with me. Your leggings will do for bottoms.” He drew one of his pullover shirts from his armoire and handed it to her. “Use this for your top.” He disrobed down to only his black breeches and grabbed a spare shirt, his gaze riveted on her while she stripped to only her pants. “You were interested in swimming.” She stiffened as the idea of drowning wrapped around her like water itself. “Don’t let me drown.” Maxwell grabbed his sword and gave her a look. “Would I?” “I hope not.” Ekaterina headed downstairs and stopped at the front door. His warmth behind her sent shivers of excitement down her spine. He bent and kissed the tip of her ear. He grabbed the doorknob, his soft chide a mere whisper, “You know better.” He opened the door and ushered her outside. On her heels, he closed it behind them. She slipped her hand in his and her elbow gently brushed his. She cherished the feel of him. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” Maxwell led her across the pasture to the river and stopped on the bank. “In.” “Not until you do.” Ekaterina shivered. “Wimp.” He dropped the shirt from his hand and set aside his sword. “Chicken.” “Fine.” She jumped in the water, went under and surfaced. The chill more than expected, she kicked her legs and waved her arms in a struggle to keep her head above water. His dive graceful, Maxwell surfaced behind her and grabbed her waist. “Take a minute and breathe. Have you ever seen your dog swim?” Her nod made him smile. “The movement of his legs is called the dog paddle. I want you to mimic him when I release you.” He started to move away, but kept his hand under her belly. “Max.” Ekaterina moved her arms and legs in a

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened target’s chin.” Maxwell executed each move with precision accuracy. “Thrusts. Exactly as it sounds. Pokes. Loose grip allows staff to slide through hand toward opponent and be pulled back to you. Jabs. Usually targets solar plexus or floating ribs. Blocks. All strikes serve as blocks. A side to the low level is a down block. A reverse side is a middle level block. A reverse hold upward is a rising block. Sweeping. Swing staff end down and across the ground.” Impressed by his every move, Ekaterina stared. His muscles bulged, flexed and rippled beneath his tanned flesh. His perfectly fluid moves so above her, she was awed by his perfect form. His hair wisped around him, slid over his shoulders and fell to curtain his face at times. The sheen of sweat adorned his flesh. Her heart fluttered and her gaze feasted on his muscled arms, tanned chest, flat stomach, firm backside and powerful thighs. The man was detrimental to her senses. He ended with a bow to her. “As I told Selena, the staff is an extension of your body, a tool. Any weapon in your hand is an extension of your body, your arms.” He swung the staff over his head in fluid motion. “When you use it like this, you can control it. Get serious, woman.” Her smile sweet, she stepped back. “Teach me.” “My pleasure.” His grin predatory, Maxwell took a stance and positioned his weapon over his head. “Raise your staff to strike down on me.” Her gaze locked on him, Ekaterina trembled as the nod of his head urged her on. Hesitant, she followed his lead. “I…” He mimicked her speed and intercepted her staff with a proficient block. “Now, you are totally off guard. When you are above you must lift up to any effect when you come down whereas I simply go underneath or to the right or left. Come at my gut.” “I listen to you.” She thrust the end of her weapon

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he sunlight slipped through the window and crawled across the floor. Maxwell rose, dressed and donned his armor. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He pulled the covers to her chin, his whisper soft, “Back soon.” Her contented smile accompanied by her snuggle into the blanket signified her acknowledgment. He left, saddled the stallion, mounted and headed to the constable’s office. He made his rounds on horseback with a guard who assisted the moneychanger. He listened as the man briefed him about town affairs. Angus snickered. “This Selena girl came into town bragging about how she and her friend, a cleric named Miquel, found a fortune. She collected a ton of loot, but never said where she got it. There’s a lot of speculation, but no one knows for sure. According to the elder’s, she bought a house out by yours and a business building near center of town. It’s rumored Otis arranged to move in with her and pay rent.” “Really.” Interesting characteristics of a thief. If anyone deserved the gains, it is the entire group fairly. His assumptions not far off in regards to the pickpocket, Maxwell frowned. “Poor Otis is blind to who he hangs with.” He pitied the subordinate who made such a choice. Might be wise to educate

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Paula Calloway Maxwell reached his limit. Ignorance is bliss. “Why your thief friend?” He snapped, “She’s your thief friend, too.” “I never proclaimed any friendship with any one of you,” the cavalier retorted. “We did a quest,” Miquel flung his arm in the air. “No,” Maxwell corrected. “You followed us.” The cleric put his hands on his hips. “Now we know how it is.” He disliked the interrogation and reversed the situation. “Did we meet you at the outpost? Did you come in with us?” He acknowledged the whelp’s nods. “Then I do not suggest saying again that we are or became friends. Especially until respect is shown.” Miquel went wide-eyed. “Until respect is shown?” Maxwell drew to his full height. He didn’t take on the duties of his title to deal with an insolent whelp’s impertinence. “Never once did the word Sir come from your mouth and a man of the clergy would address me as such.” “You guys addressed me.” “No.” His patience gone, he turned to her, his voice gentle, “Dusty, please, tell him.” He turned away and strode through the door. “Charlatan.” He snarled, strode to the bar and ordered his usual ale. He placed one foot onto the stool’s upper most dowels, leaned his forearm across his knee and rested his weight on his leg. His long, black hair flowed over his shoulders and down his back as his gaze scanned the room. He gave the soldier a nod and ignored the pickpocket. He studied his ale’s froth and released his tension. **** “Come away from the door.” Ekaterina led him to the end of the porch. “The word thief is a forbidden word and Maxwell is a Sir. It’s his earned rank.”

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Paula Calloway Maxwell shot her an icy glower. I know all about your spending spree. You are a fool to think otherwise. “Why would I tell Otis? Have you given me reason?” Her smile sweet, Selena placed her hands on her hips. “I’m a pain.” “You look the part.” She gave a gleeful smile. “Of a huffy little girl?” Maxwell rolled his eyes. “Of an ass.” Selena frowned. “I’m glad I amuse you. Otis is okay. He’s somewhat sober and not in my line of work.” “He may not like you when he finds out what you are. Just as I did not.” He hoped his warning clear. “Did I steal from you?” Maxwell eyed her. “You are not the law and that is what matters.” Selena put her hands on her hips. “I’m trying to be good. I think I’ll visit the church.” “As best as you can be.” He doubted her potential to become honorable existed. “If for confession, you will be there all day.” “You’re my only sin.” She reached for his hand. Maxwell folded his arms over his chest. “It seems to me you try to get under my skin when in fact, I get under yours.” Selena sneered. “You’re poison ivy.” “Oak.” “They fall down.” Maxwell retorted, “And live hundreds of years to see fools go by uncaringly.” Selena stuck her head in the door of the blacksmith shop. “On the little special item I’m having made, bend it. Thank you. Bye-bye.” Aeriel sniggered. “Did Sir Maxwell upset you?” Defiant, she raised her chin. “He befuddled, confused, agitated and irritated me, but he never pissed me off.” “Are you certain?”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened leg kicks made them bobble. “I love you, Dusty.” “I love you, too, Max.” She ran her fingers through his hair to fan over his shoulders, cling to his back and flow toward the water until it splayed out like kelp around him as the playful current swirled it about. His hand on the nape of her neck, he drew her close until his lips claimed hers. He held her there. Their kiss slow, passionate and exploratory, he stroked her tongue in an oral caress as her hips pressed against him. He tasted her, savored her and devoured her while his tongue entangled hers in a torrid duel for a long, lingered moment. He ended their kiss and became lost in her ice blue eyes, which were so light he could almost see his reflection. He trailed his lips to her neck where he nibbled on the curve of her throat. He licked a path to her ear where his tongue teased her lobe. His gentleness unmatched, he nipped the sensitive tip of her pointed ear. She shuddered at the press of his hardness against her loins. She fisted his hair and tried to push him back. “Your pants—” “Hush, I’m busy.” “Driving me insane. Max, please.” He leaned back, but only far enough to peek at her hardened nipples. “Trouble, Dusty?” “Yes. You.” “Hmmm.” He moved to the bank’s shallow side. The deliberate grind of his hips against hers elicited a whimpered objection. He took a foothold on the stable riverbed. “I know what I want, sweet wife, and I hope you want the same.” He wanted to taste her, to sample the sweet nectar she gave, to tongue her most intimately. “I want you in me, Max. Now. Please.” “Dusty.” Her name a growl rumbled deep in his chest, he again claimed her lips with his, but now teased with gentle brushes and tender nips. Her wanton search for more ended

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Paula Calloway focused on the discerned apprehension on the elf’s pretty face. He dipped his head closer to hers. “Dusty?” She flashed him a smile. “Are they safe?” Maxwell discerned no magic adorned the small devices as such detrimental action to her would receive his unpardonable wrath. “Yes. Put them on.” He smiled while she donned the ear cuffs. He pushed back her hair from her face. “They look good. I will be right back.” He stood, walked over and hovered beside the pickpocket. “Selena, generosity is unbecoming of a thief. Thank you.” If she only knew what I do about her busy affairs in town. The fling of her hand indicative of her disregard, he returned to his chair. “They look lovely on you, Dusty. Your hair hides them well.” He fixed his gaze on her sweet elven face and enjoyed how his compliment stunned her. “Maybe Brunswick can do something with them.” He read the unspoken question on her face and winked. “A little magic.” The sparkle in her eyes said far more than her words. “We will talk after your classes are started.” Her smile warmed his heart. “I want answers and will be right back.” Maxwell stood, kissed her forehead and went to the pickpocket. “Where is your clerical friend?” Selena chugged a swig and slammed down her mug. “He’s indisposed. Same as the other day.” He glanced at a patron passed out at another table and walked over. He grabbed a handful of unkempt hair and lifted up the inebriated man’s head. “Nope.” He dropped the unconscious patron’s head to the previous position. He returned to stand across from her. “I failed to see him at the church.” “He’s hiding in his room over our misunderstanding.” “It’s time for me to get to work.” Julia sprang to her feet. “Good day, Selena, Sir Maxwell. Later.” She dashed into the kitchen. “He, um… how do I explain this in Maxwell terms?

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Paula Calloway uninterested in their drivel about trivial stuff. I cannot believe I am hanging around these two. She let her gaze travel the length of the captain. “I need someone to teach me to swim. Feel up to it?” I am sure we discussed this and I already give you an answer. “Interesting you want to learn after falling into a pit. It never dawned on your little brain before?” Maxwell ignored her glare. “Excuse me. Was such unbecoming of a gentleman?” For what he endured in her presence, many people made him well avenged for having said such. Forget an apology, ever. Selena snarled. “Find me one and I’ll tell you.” “Otis is the last one. It seems to me all the people I met in the last couple of days have taken the other available men.” “I’ll get some from the next town.” Tempted to yawn, Maxwell refrained. “They haplessly drift in on their own.” Selena motioned around the room. “The town’s full of crazy people and you’re part of it.” “You are, yes. How so am I?” “Pack leader.” Maxwell leveled his gaze on her. “Please intrigue me. What makes you think I am crazy?” Selena slapped the table. “You live here.” “On the outskirts.” “You’re in everyone’s life. You took in a little scrawny little girl unable to pick her way out of a paper sack. You’re a head case and here you are trying to give me backbone.” Maxwell shifted his stance. “Nothing wrong with backbone.” I will let her antics slide for now. Does she really know whom she deals with? I hope it is nothing more than another thief trying my patience. He glanced at the elf. Her mutter unheard by all save him, he hoped his smile of reassurance bolstered her a bit. “I’m not scrawny, I’m petite. There’s a difference and he’s really big which makes me look even smaller.”

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened Defiant, she raised her chin. “Since I got back to town, but not out there.” Maxwell leveled his gaze on her. “And your house is in town.” “To lie out there is one thing, but to lie in town is far worse.” Uncertain of his intentions, Ekaterina opted to behave unless the pickpocket pursued him. He noted the elf’s soft sigh followed by her stiffening. “Keeps you honest.” Selena scowled. “I bought the property, but it doesn’t mean I got to stay there.” “Does it irk you now?” As the previous and soon again head constable, Maxwell anticipated trouble. “No, I don’t… never mind. I’m not sure why I bother. It’s too late. I only need a place with one bedroom.” The mage muttered, “Have you given up your chase, girl?” Seems Dusty’s jealousy is for good reason. The cavalier attempted to divert the conversation. “Otis lives with his folks.” Selena scrunched her nose. “Why do I care where Otis lives?” “I heard you were attached.” Maxwell noted her disapproval. “Beg your pardon for my assumption.” “I wasn’t aware of an attachment. I slept with the man. Is there something I don’t know?” “No.” He picked up a piece of ham and bit it. Ekaterina almost laughed. “Max assumes nothing.” Selena was worried. “Is Otis assuming?” “No.” With the seed planted, Maxwell ended the conversation. “I said I assumed.” “The only thing you truly love is what you grow up with. I think it’s time for me to go.” His point made, he no longer cared about the conversation and hoped to divert her toward the soldier.

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Paula Calloway “Otis is a goodhearted man.” Selena rolled her eyes. “I’m locking my door.” Maxwell taunted, “Avoidance again?” “Private contemplation. Who am I avoiding?” “Yourself.” Selena scoffed. “Otis.” “You figure it out and get back to me.” Maxwell honed in on the quiet elf. “Hell, I’ll never see you again.” The thief laughed. Tentative, the mage set an apple before him. Will he repeat with Selena his actions with me? If so, what becomes of our marriage? Her gaze followed his silky black hair over his shoulders and down his back. Her fear overwhelming, the cavalier sighed softly. “My love.” He picked up the offered fruit and noted her eyes. He drew his old dagger and cut it up for her. “You make the life you live. I believe you were given a choice at one time in your life to either decide to stay victim or move on by rising above it.” Ekaterina smiled. “He gave me a choice and now, more than ever, I’m so thankful I accepted his offer.” She lowered her voice. “He’s my everything.” Maxwell placed half the apple before her. “As you are mine, Dusty. Selena, how many things were on you in the dungeon?” Selena rolled her eyes. “I can’t count.” “Do you feel bad such happened to you?” “Occupational hazard.” “I remember a girl one time.” Maxwell mocked in a nasal voice, “Bat guano, tick guts, he spit on me.” His smile warm, he glanced at the giggling elf and directed his words to the half-elven female in which he had no interest. “You made a choice to move on. You made the choice to go.” Selena sneered. “Why would somebody sit and wallow?” “About as much as you do right now.” She wastes her time in self-pity.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened “I’m walking around the sty and contemplating.” Collected, Maxwell rested his hand on the elf’s thigh. “Not much difference.” Selena let her gaze travel the presumed length of his height. “The air must be pretty thin up there. I don’t have time to wallow, too much stuff to do. I need a discussion with Otis. What time’s he off?” “About twenty minutes.” “Goodnight.” She stood. Maxwell didn’t attempt to conceal his dull tone. “Thank you for the gifts.” “You’re welcome.” Selena pivoted and left. “I am sorry you witnessed her little kick in the backside.” He meant every word. “I felt such first hand.” The mage met his gaze. “Such is why I apologized.” Maxwell caressed her upper thigh. Ekaterina smiled. “I believe there’s a staff practice scheduled.” “In the dark? Adventuresome. Let’s go.” He stood and helped her to her feet. “Did you get enough to eat?” Her nod granted him permission to escort her home. “I have a story.” A little vindicated by another’s actions, he smiled and explained the incident the two women told. “Guess who bought the house near us?” “I don’t want to know.” Maxwell stopped at the front door. “Staves.” He put the dagger the pickpocket gave him in the armoire and returned with the weapons. He handed her one and directed her outback. He parried her swing. “Are you flustered or something?” “No,” Ekaterina lied. He motioned her on and dodged her attacks several times. He raised his hand. “Stop. If you want to take someone down, you must hit hard.”

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Paula Calloway “Really?” His nod sharp, she grabbed her staff in a double hold and swung. Maxwell sidestepped her weapon, which sent his hair sailing to splay across the air and come to rest across his face and shoulders. His gaze never left her. He pushed his hair away from his face. “Don’t tell me to hit harder. I’m already mad at you.” Ekaterina stomped her foot as anger and hurt vied deep within. “Why?” Her lack of response demanded his push. His swing careful, he swept her feet from under her with his staff and dropped her to the ground on her backside. He stood there, his voice and expression soft, “I asked why?” She sat there. “I should be mad at the right one.” Maxwell gave her shoulder a gentle prod of his staff. “Come on.” Her heart lacked the desire to do so and, her balance lost, Ekaterina ended up flat on her back. “I don’t want to.” The staff remained locked in his grip. He straddled her hips and rested his weight on his knees. He placed a hand on his thigh. “Why are you mad at me?” “Because she made you laugh. Because… I don’t… she’s getting too close.” Maxwell rested an end of his staff on the ground and leaned forward a bit, his chuckle soft. “I do not think so.” I know where that thief stands, near the ground, a bug, scurrying around, easy to crush. “You don’t, but I do. She’s like I was. I see it. It’s so humiliating.” Ekaterina was aggravated. He loved her and the depth of her fear of losing him stung. “What is?” “I earned your undivided attention and here she comes trying to get your undivided attention.” Maxwell doubted in his mind and heart he would ever fall for such again. Only for Dusty. “Do you think she tries?” Ekaterina nodded. “Same maneuvers I pulled.”

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he sunlight touched the foot of the comforter. Maxwell ushered her from the bed and dressed with her. “Meet you outside.” Her foot touched the top step. He retrieved the staves, lengthened his strides and caught her at the backdoor. He reached around her, grabbed the handle and opened the door. “Faster, woman.” He handed her a staff and then took a stance. “Do not hold back.” He parried her first strike and halted the session after some time. Ekaterina stared as his bruises faded. “You said you have several traits. Are there any other neat little tricks?” She smiled at his shrug. “I wasn’t far off when I said paladins and…” She halted at the sharpness of his gaze, his expressionless face, the reflective depth of his pale violet eyes. “Yes. I remember the comment I made and your reaction to it. You weren’t thrilled when I said it, were you?” “No.” He wasn’t happy about it at all. “I prefer not to discuss it. I do not consider it a part of me. Yet.” He thought about his children’s future. He needed to start a soul-search and fix the impending quandary. “Do you like what you do better?” “Working the public and adventuring at times? Yes. Loving you? The best.” Maxwell adored the way her face lit

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Paula Calloway Ekaterina toyed with his shirt. “And if I want homebound?” “Do what you choose. I will not push you and we can afford the inn.” He welcomed the adoration of her arms flung around him, her hug tight. Her wish was his command. No matter what. If she desired elaborate gowns, extravagant jewelry, a multitude of servants at her disposal or the finest carriage in the land, it didn’t matter, it would be hers. She only needed to mention it. “I love you, Dusty.” “I love you, too.” Maxwell released her and collected the staves. “I will put these away and then we take a bath, dress and walk to the church.” With her compliance, he followed suit. He recalled how most women either were in the lap of luxury and expected to have their style maintained or went to the extreme upon such acquirement. Grateful for her lack of desire to seek the rich life of lavishness, he calculated his funds ability to last beyond his expectations. His sword donned, he ushered her out the door and proffered his arm. Ekaterina welcomed his offer and turned her attention to the town. She admired the simple life Hope offered its inhabitants as they strolled to the church. She enjoyed how he opened the door, ushered her inside and joined her. Calvin hurried over and bowed. “It’s nice to see you out and about.” The mage dipped her head. “It’s nice to see you still stuck inside.” The cavalier swatted her backside. “Woman.” Ekaterina cringed. “That didn’t come out right.” “It’s the sun’s acidity.” The priest grinned. “I apologize. I intended no insult.” Her smile was sincere. “I’m hanging around the wrong person too much lately.” “Must be the friend of yours always visiting.” Her confused expression, Calvin smiled. “She’s also friends with Brother Miquel and is rather lippy.”

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Paula Calloway Ekaterina was unaware of such. “Not to my knowledge. You might ask him or a fellow clergy.” Miquel flinched. “I don’t want my head bit off.” “He won’t if you say, Sir Maxwell. You call him Sir. As far as anybody else in the group goes, call them what you want.” “Did you want me for anything else?” The cavalier stepped forward. “Yes. We leave for a certain temple in about three weeks. Will you go?” Miquel swallowed. “What do I need?” Maxwell considered the young clergyman a mere pup. “Ask the high priest for any healing elixirs he can spare. The place is evil, undead and mazes. Ropes, grappling hooks, spikes, torches and whatever else we can come up with.” “I will, Sir.” He inclined his head. Finally. He proffered his arm. “Dusty.” He escorted her toward the inn. “The clerical training these days skimped on etiquette.” Ekaterina peeked up through her lashes. “They make wives like me to explain some things.” “Yes. And wives like you are for other much more pleasurable activities.” Maxwell led her to their usual table and noted the patrons within the tavern. He seated her and sat beside her as the waving pickpocket approached. “Hmmm. Will you be okay, Dusty?” Her polite nod failed to reassure him. Selena raised her nose and turned her attention to the captain. “Pardon me, Sir Maxwell, I have to talk with you. I’ve a few things to clear up. Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?” His jaw flexed. “Sit.” He intended to keep his end of the conversation short on the elf’s behalf. “And?” The thief flopped in a chair. “I’m concerned over the people in the trading post, who they are, what they’re like.” Maxwell maintained a calm disposition. “I would never make an offer like this to someone without things clear.” Not

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he sun climbed over the horizon and woke the world. Maxwell rose, dressed and knelt by her side of the bed. Ever so gentle, he pushed a strand of hair from her face. “I have a meeting today.” Ekaterina nuzzled into his gentle touch. “Mm-hmm.” “I will be at the constable’s if you need me.” She gave a sleepy smile of acquiescence, but was far too warm and comfortable to move. “Okay.” Maxwell kissed her cheek, stood and looked down at the delectable figure quite used to his bed and content with the life he gave her. He drew the covers to her chin and smiled as the graze of his fingers across her flesh elicited a soft sigh. “Sleep, love.” The cavalier went downstairs, donned his equipment and secured the house on his way out the door to saddle the stallion. He mounted, directed his horse up the main road and turned right along the road to the office and jailhouse. His ride casual, he surveyed the areas, his thoughts deep. A few townspeople waved, some more so than others. Comforted at the lack of contact with those ventured with, he disapproved of training the foolish pickpocket who grated on his nerves. She will never end up much. When a small dog darted into the road, the stallion

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he sunlight peeked into the room. Ekaterina rolled over and came face-to-face with her lover. She smiled sleepily. “I love you.” “I love you, too. Roll back over, sweetheart.” Maxwell nuzzled into the warmth of her slender shoulder and kissed the curve of her neck. He enjoyed sleeping beside her for her presence washed away much of the day. He inhaled her scent and smiled. She was the soft scent of a summer meadow after the rain, a wild rose in a spring breeze, a windswept beach after the storm, of his world, his life, his children. And he loved her. He kissed her earlobe. “I hear a rumbling belly.” “I’m hungry.” “Then dress and I will fix breakfast.” He lifted his arm, let her scoot from the bed and followed suit. He dressed, but his focus remained riveted to her lithe figure. Her subtle curves called him, her shapely body beckoned him and he fought the urge to snatch her up and take her. He accompanied her to the kitchen where he cast invisible helper, ordered breakfast and then sat at the table. Ekaterina slipped behind him, leaned down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She placed her cheek against his. “You don’t have a problem if I play

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened “She may be. Julia says she came to the wedding.” Maxwell disliked the hurt such inflicted on her. He pushed the hair back from her face. “She is a harlot who experienced my dark side. There were times when I came close to hurting her.” He shrugged coldly, as if to remain detached. “Are you serious about the dark side?” “Who am I not to be serious?” Uncertain, Ekaterina fixed her gaze on his chest. “You always are. Is your dark side a danger to me?” “I do not know.” Maxwell truly didn’t for it remained unmastered since he never faced it with the intent to control it. Yet. He looked at her. Now he had a reason. Stunned, she met his gaze. “You don’t know?” He shook his head. “I doubt it since it is my beast, me, deep inside, when my vengeance broke out.” “Rage.” Ekaterina recalled her feelings toward those who stole her parents. Maxwell read the hurt in her eyes and it pained him to see her beauty marred. “Pretty well what you had only mine was more calculated and I cared less. Probably would have killed Betsy Lou. The last time was too close and such made me the way I am today.” “Do we need to keep your dark side at bay?” “No, I do not believe it will swell again, but I can never answer your questions until it does. Do not be afraid. I will be the first to have fear.” He intended to do whatever it took to avoid hurting her. After all, she was his world. Ekaterina cuddled into his warmth and treasured the feel of his arms around her. “I am certain you will never hurt me intentionally and I’ll never be afraid of you.” She nuzzled his chest. “Do I look like I’m afraid of you? I whacked you with a staff and did numerous other things to you, yet I’m still sitting here. I’m not leaving. I’m not scrawny.” She sat up and trailed her hands over his chest muscles.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened “Do it again.” He popped his student’s arm with the flat of his dagger. “One more time and we call it even.” Again, his dagger struck the targeted spot. “End of session. I will teach weapon use, law and diplomacy.” He gathered his five daggers and lobbed them at the pole in rapid succession. Only one missed. The mage flung him a look. I wish you’d warn me.” “Where is the fun in that?” Maxwell retrieved and cleaned his blades. “I cannot believe I missed.” Ekaterina scowled. “Bad boy.” “I am done for the day.” Miquel gave a nod. “When and where are the training times?” Maxwell sheathed his daggers. “She leaves for school until five and I have duty. Four and here.” “Agreed, Sir.” The cleric left. The mage sauntered toward him. “Max, I need to work on some tumbling.” “We can.” Pleased with her attention to the lesson, the cavalier smiled. Ekaterina wanted to run her hands over his glistening chest. “In or out of the house?” Maxwell set aside his sword. “Outside. I carry it inside later.” She stared past him. “Where did we get a wall?” “Magic. You will learn soon.” Ekaterina closed the gap between them. “Show me?” Maxwell studied her. “I really do not want to put up another wall.” “You can put up four walls and close out the world.” He knew her answer. “Do you want to?” Ekaterina frowned. “I’d keep you to myself, but suppose such is bad.” “You can move through it.” Maxwell accompanied her to study it.

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Paula Calloway leather strap, which bound the weapon sheath to her belt. Successful, she placed the scabbard on his palm. He pulled the dagger from its sheath and the pound of her heart increased. He knelt and stabbed the blade into the ground. He rose and handed her two of his hilt first. “Here.” She took the offered daggers from his hand and recalled the throwing lesson. Prepared to fling the first blade, she eyed how his swift dodge removed him from possible harm. Her back to him, she flung the daggers at the pole. The first dagger hit, but the second cut her hand. Concerned over her throw, Maxwell ascertained her movements correct. “What is wrong?” “Nothing. I only wanted to play with your daggers.” Ekaterina frowned. I had a terrible thought. “Another?” Her acceptance and throw of his third dagger earned his nod. “Impressive. If only they were moving targets.” He gave her a knowing look, took her injured hand in his and kissed the small cut. “No. The pole is a perfect target. No moving targets for daggers.” “Retrieve them now,” Maxwell directed softly. Her heart raced as Ekaterina complied and waited for one to sail within inches of her. She sighed with relief when none did and then returned to his side. “Thank you.” “Do you still want to throw some more?” Her headshake accompanied the offer of his weapons hilt first. Careful to avoid hurting her, he accepted his blades, wiped them on his breeches and sheathed them. “Why did you want my dagger?” Maxwell remembered the day he collected the poorly made blade from the wagon and cleaned it before he returned it to her. Her meaning behind the dagger in the outpost liked, he added his own special gift. “It looked good in the dirt.” Ekaterina studied him. “Liar.” “I do not lie.” He refused to lie to her, omit maybe, but

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Paula Calloway gathered both staves and handed him one. “Mad at me? You must pound on me some more?” Her hand reached for him and he leaned back. “Why do you want to run from me? Do you think I’ll hurt you?” “Am I running?” Maxwell noted her nod. “My feet go no where.” “You backed away.” Ekaterina pouted. He leaned forward and glanced down. “Look. No prints in the ground.” “Fine.” Maxwell eyed her. “Really.” Ekaterina swung her staff and landed on her backside. She sat there. “This is difficult.” He never moved. “I hold still and you still miss me. Would you be able to hit if I were Selena?” “I don’t… don’t…” Her heart hurt and her voice cracked. “Don’t do that.” “Come on.” Maxwell reached down, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Ekaterina swung and struck his side much harder than intended. She stepped back. “Max.” “You immoral, dirty woman, you.” He swept his staff behind her knees and put her backside on the ground. “You must be learning something from my moves. Or can you?” Pleased with her staff tuck, backward tumble and return to her feet, he nodded. “Impressive.” Her next swing missed. “Good swing, sore miss.” His casual block of her next two attempts led him to miss-tap her hip. When his move repeated, she eyed his actions. “Same maneuver five times in a row.” She swung the same way and clipped him. “Good. Maybe you are learning.” Maxwell missed and hit since the simple move required no concentration on his part. He contemplated revealing his addition of his blood to her dagger.

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened “Same move.” Ekaterina mimicked it again, but failed. “Do it again.” His swing utilized the miss-tap effect. “And again.” His miss-tap allowed her to copy his move. “Good. Good job.” He gave a slight lunge and poked the end of the staff toward her, but kept well away from her mid-section. He connected and poked again, but the first contact pushed her backwards and out of reach from the second. His under compensation sent him into a forward tumble. He rolled to his feet and came to stand directly before her. “Do you see how tumbling affects your fighting?” “Yes. Can we put the two together?” “Yes. Your turn.” Maxwell stepped back. Her tumbles were down pat, but her attacks missed. “Time and patience.” On her next try, he noted the duplicated errors. He did a miss-tap twice. They repeated the action, but her second attempt to block put her hand in the way and he clipped her knuckles. “Protect your hands.” Ekaterina briefly rubbed the offended area. “How?” “Watch where your staff goes. Your staff is an extension of you.” He swung and tapped her twice. “Maybe I made you angry.” She swung and missed again. Frustrated and halftempted to throw the staff to the ground, she refused to surrender. She swung. Braced for the clip of his side, Maxwell stepped into her staff. “Good enough.” Ekaterina was disappointed. “Unacceptable.” “Most things do not have the armor I naturally have. Most people of size are slow and lack agility.” “I’m supposed to out maneuver somebody of your size?” She giggled at his nod. “How?” “Tumble during combat, using speed, conviction, dedication. You are not putting everything into yourself. Try again.” Maxwell noted her fumble the move and let his

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Paula Calloway staff gently connect with her hip. “Are you tired, my love?” “No.” Frustrated, Ekaterina didn’t quit. He set aside his staff. “You have the tumbling right, but not the attacks. Take a break. Climb the shed again and do another tumble. This time using the staff.” “If I get hurt…” “How can you?” Poised and attentive to her climb with her weapon, Maxwell saw her lose her grip and catch herself. He reached up and took the staff. “I will hold it while you climb.” Upon her success to reach the roof, he tossed it up to her. “Now, like the dive a bit ago where you tucked in and landed on your feet, do the same only hold your staff to balance you.” Ekaterina frowned. “Hold it which way?” “Horizontal. Like tightrope walkers often do.” His undivided attention riveted to her actions, he readily caught her. Her repeated attempt earned his smile. “Better. Finally you catch on.” Her persistence led her back up, but failure snagged her. He caught her. “Maybe your pregnancy—” “No. You’re making an excuse. Failure is unacceptable.” Maxwell was pleased. “You sound like me.” He liked such and wasn’t about to change it. “You’re wearing on me.” Ekaterina wiggled free of his hold and headed for the wall. “Thin perhaps. I am sure I distress you.” He silently hoped for her commitment to her own faults and more effort. “No, it’s not you, it’s me.” She climbed back up the wall, her aggravation at failure intense. She tumbled. Maxwell caught her with ease. “Are you trying to make me drop you?” “No, but I won’t do this without you down here.” Ekaterina eyed the roof. “Maybe I should just one time. Then I’ll get hurt and learn.” “Sometimes such does not teach you. Sometimes you simply end up hurt.” He hoped his warning clear.

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Paula Calloway quitting while ahead. For today.” She was tired and slightly sore. “A good session. Maybe one day you will fly.” Her halfhearted swing missed. “Recant. Maybe I will toss you and you will fly.” She giggled. “No. We already did once. I don’t fly. I sail and land with a thud.” Relieved by her lack of hurt, Maxwell knew such counted as his fault, even if a grant of her request. “Just as you did a second ago.” “Why didn’t you catch me?” His arched eyebrow made Ekaterina raise her hands in surrender. “I told you not to. Bad.” She pointed a finger. “I am not bad.” “I’ll spank you.” “Please.” Maxwell turned sideways to give her a free shot. Her small hand smacked his backside. He turned his head toward her. “Do not start, woman.” He collected and tucked his staff. He swept her into his arms, staff and all and strolled across the yard. Ekaterina squirmed in his hold. “Aw, come on. Where’s the fun in this?” “Being picked up? Or dropped down?” “Don’t drop me.” “You can tumble free.” Maxwell lowered his arms and let her tumble to the ground. The fact she managed the maneuver and swung her staff only to miss spurred him to make certain she stayed on her back. He dropped his staff and straddled her hips, but kept his weight on his knees and thighs. He snatched her staff and put it to her neck, but withheld any threat. “You forgot already?” Ekaterina raised her chin. “You fluster me.” “Defense then offense.” “Being defensive against you doesn’t really work.” “Control and discipline. Recall.” Maxwell expected her to perform the previous move, but wasn’t disappointed by the

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened connection between her small fist and his ribs. He reacted as any normal person might and released the staff. He dropped his hands to the ground beside her shoulders to brace his weight. Her grab of the staff accompanied by her swing, he noted the half-lucky miss-tap. He again held the staff. “What do you do?” “Ask you to move.” Ekaterina failed to remember the maneuver that might free her. “Negotiating. What negotiations are there when I can simply fall on you?” She swung for his ribs again, but her moves were proficiently blocked. “Every swing at you is an offensive move.” “Yes.” In the beat of a heart, Maxwell pinned her hands under his to place the staff a hair’s breadth from her throat. “Sorry, love, you are dead.” “Only at your hands.” Angered by her failures and frustrated by her incompetence, Ekaterina fought not to show it. He saw the inner war his sweet spitfire waged on herself. “Kick my backside with your knee. Bring up your knee and kick,” he encouraged softly. She no longer wanted to, but halfheartedly attempted the move and then surrendered. “Why.” She would never best him and didn’t want to. Maxwell set aside the staff. He crouched down directly over her, lowered his face to hers and hugged her. His hold kept her with him as he rolled onto his back and brought her to rest on his body, her legs between his bent ones, his smile affectionate. Ekaterina felt utterly inept. “And you expect me to escape this hold?” He wanted to hold her and had no intentions to release her. “Do as you wish, if you really want.” She snuggled down into his warmth. What I want is to lay

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Paula Calloway him to the inn, but both were quiet. She crossed the bridge and enjoyed the sound of the river. She recalled the pleasurable times there and felt her face grow hot. She shifted her attention to the nearby trees and listened to the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze as they walked down Main Street. The thump of her foot on the wooden planks returned her attention to the inn. She entered and looked around. Marissa and Stanford sat with Aeriel and Raven. A patron at another table ate a bowl of stew. The scent of venison wafted across the room. Julia eyed the clergyman. “What can I get you?” Ekaterina sat. “The best you have. Julia, don’t do anything funny with our meal and don’t let anybody mess with it.” “I won’t.” The barmaid nodded. “Miquel, I’m really sorry about the other night. Selena made me feel like pulling a prank. Call it good fun.” The cleric scowled. “Yeah, right.” “Thank you, Julia. Many men would have found it amusing.” The mage giggled. “One did.” “It’s so nice to see him smile again.” Julia left and, within minutes, returned to deliver a pitcher of perry to the table with two mugs. “I’ll return with your food in a moment.” She headed for the kitchen. “You pick which one you want.” Ekaterina waited as the clergyman filled a mug and took a sip. She filled the other mug. “I think she likes you. Admit she’s cute.” She eyed his vibrant blush. As the first course arrived, she tore off a piece and ate it. “I’m still alive.” Uncomfortable with his hesitation, she ate a small bite of each thing on the table. “I’m alive.” She fixed a plate and slid it to him. “Did I do anything to you?” “No.” Miquel nibbled a small amount of cheese. “Both the prank and Julia’s apology were public.” The barmaid delivered a small dessert cake to the table.

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Paula Calloway dagger from Max’s back and away from his throat. Honor keeps what should be kept, kept and does refer to more than the one’s made of metal.” “You got lucky in getting what the rest of us hunt all our lives for.” Selena quietly mumbled on about some broken promise, family and other such inaudible ramblings for a lengthy time. Ekaterina shook her head. “You must stay on one side or the other. You’re walking on both sides. You’re telling me you’re honor bound to this promise and you have no honor. You’re trying to confuse. I find you amusing and your antics interesting, unless you tread into dangerous territory which is Max. Stop insulting and chasing Max.” “I ain’t chasing him.” The mage drawled, “Really.” Selena drew back in disgust. “I won’t take that man on a dare. What in the hell would I do with something like him? I don’t want and won’t have your territory.” “I can think of lots of things to do with him.” Ekaterina smiled. “It’s your honor at stake, not mine. I’m only waiting to see when your honor is and isn’t.” The thief huffed. “It’s always there.” “Is it?” Selena leapt to her feet, her maneuver sent her chair flying backward to crash on the floor. “To any and all in this bar, this thief has honor. I thieve no longer.” Ekaterina sprang to her feet. “Not good.” On his feet, Stanford rushed over and protectively placed himself in front of the elf. “Let’s go.” The thief scowled. “Where to?” “Jail.” Miquel leapt up. “We must stop them.” “Go ahead.” The mage sighed. “Max will have my backside in a sling if I interfere with the actions of justice.” The cleric stepped closer. “But she’s an ex-thief.” Ekaterina shook her head. “I’m not going to jail.” What

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Paula Calloway He did so for free. This led his to leading the team to retrieve the local women and children destined for the slave market. As well as the spirited elf he adored. His day progressed nicely and soon turned to late evening when the first daily disturbance came. He looked up from the desk as the trio strolled through the door. “What did she do?” Stanford pushed the pickpocket to sit in the chair beside the desk. “She and Lady Ekaterina were talking in the tavern. This one stood up, flying chair and everything.” He relayed the story. Selena crossed her arms over her breasts. “He doesn’t tell it as good as I do. It went like—” “Silence. The officer revealed all I need.” Maxwell took out a form and jotted down the information. “Nice you proclaimed the truth. Sign here.” Although displeased his wife was threatened, he knew the subordinates before him would never let serious harm befall her in his absence. He slid the paper toward the pickpocket. “I can’t write.” “Put an x.” His gaze followed her careful lines. “Unless you want to disturb the peace and stay in jail, go away.” Selena smiled. “No night in jail?” Maxwell put away the paper, quill and ink. “Such will happen if you perform your profession here in town. I know you have not.” She gave a hateful sneer. “You have eyes and ears everywhere.” “I do not know everything.” He closed the vial of ink. “Sure this is a town you want to be in?” “Yes.” Selena gave a coy smile. “Hanging around you is interesting. Besides, I must be honorable around you.” Maxwell disliked her coquettish smile. “Think about it on the way back to the bar.” Her foolishness brought a smirk to his face. How does she manage to live on? Wandering soul, lost in ignorance indeed. What she did is not honor. To declare oneself

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LaViolette – Conviction Awakened honorable does not make one such. “Bye.” She sprinted out the door. “Stanford, Raven, I prefer my wife were not threatened again.” The cavalier gave both men a look that declared far more than his words. “Am I clear?” He returned their apprehensive nods. “Return to the inn and please remain aware of my Lady.” **** “Well, Max is either going to laugh or be mad. How do I get myself into these things? My mouth.” Her stomach was winning the battle. Ill, Ekaterina forced herself to breathe. The cleric snickered. “You’re turning her good.” “I put her in jail.” She rested her head on the table and embraced her stomach. “I simply want a commitment to honor and trust. Is it too much to ask?” Selena strolled into the room and flopped in another chair. “Surprised, aren’t you? Marissa is such a goodygoody.” “Go poach on her territory.” Ekaterina half-smiled. “You need to learn fire building, tumbling, weapons, swimming and wound dressing.” Miquel chimed, “You can swim with me.” The thief expelled a noisy breath. “Does this mean we have to get along?” “No.” Selena sneered. “I wasn’t talking to you, churchy.” “We’ll see how things go. Never close a door you don’t want to open again. It might lock.” Weary, the mage laid her head on the table. “I’m not interested in your Max.” “Really.” Ekaterina almost smiled at the mention of one of his favored foods. “If I were interested in either one of you, it’d be you.” Selena raised her hand to ward off any offers. “Don’t worry,

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Paula Calloway I’m not.” “Remind me to tell Max no more comments about undergarments.” “I don’t like him.” The thief eyed her. “I can’t believe you’re jealous.” “Just talk to Max, he’ll help you out with your weapons and whatever else you ask for help with.” Ekaterina sighed. “I had every reason to be jealous. We’re both short, small, female and had a similar behavioral pattern. I never said what we specifically had as similar lifestyles. Everything you did to get his attention, I already did. You were walking the exact same path.” Selena sat back and scrunched her nose. “I’m not getting his attention.” “Yes, you were.” The mage ignored the sudden churn of her stomach. “He sees without looking.” “Are we friends?” “Your choice.” Ekaterina ignored the pair as they bantered back and forth about who was where, drop a dagger on foot, cut hand and not jealous now. She cut them off. “Your training starts when you set it up with Max.” Her stomach threatened to retch. Miquel whined, “I want some eggs.” Selena leaned toward him. “Only if saturated in butter with oysters.” “Eggs in butter.” “With oysters.” The mage lost the battle. She spun left and vomited. She cast prestidigitation and cleaned the floor before she sat up. “Can we not discuss eggs in butter again?” She stood, swayed and collapsed into darkness.

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About the Authors

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orn in Pennsylvania in 1963, Paula Calloway became an army wife in 1989 and has one daughter born in 1991. Residing in Tennessee with her husband, Garrett, and daughter, Carole, and nephew, Logan, she enjoys computers, gaming, ponding and writing. Born in Indiana in 1974, Jen Suits married in 1993 and has one son, Liam, born in 1998. She enjoys ancient Egyptian myths, painting figurines and role-playing while devoting time to support groups and the PTO.