Fantasy Romance
Her holy magic filled the clearing.
The darkness in him writhed even as it drank in the essence of death around him.
She was so bright. All the way through to her core.
Almost too bright.
He dropped to one knee in front of her, his head bowed low enough that his forehead touched his knee as he held out his hands, palms up, with his bow across them.
“I am Silvark Corvin, and I pledge myself to you now and forever.”
Makayla watched the archer appear from the woods, his face turned from her.
If he wanted her dead, he’d proven he could have killed her several times over.
But he wanted something.
Maybe just a “thank you”.
She sucked in a breath and waited.
Makayla whispered a prayer to Dracor.
Better to die from an archer’s arrow than fall to a vampire.
Another arrow shot from the woods.
And another.
Each felling a single enemy.
It was the miracle she needed as she carved a path through the remaining thralls and their vampire masters.
Destroyed.
The lich was destroyed.
How was that even possible?
The darkness inside Corvin screamed.
The lich may be gone, but he still wasn’t free.
One shot. One kill.
Corvin checked the tension on his bow again.
One shot. One kill.
The darkness inside him writhed in anticipation.
He ignored it as he slowed his breathing and heartbeat and aimed.