Daughter of Anat by Cyndi Goodgame Read Free Book Online Page B

leeching body and stepped to the center of an empty room with a game table and chairs around it.  Like a mini casino, but currently desolate.
    “Care for a game, man?” A boy already in the said room slapped Szar over the shoulder.  He was familiar, but I didn ’t remember him.
    Szar ’s eyes reverted to me.  “I’m not here for the good times brothers of mine.  I need a favor.”
    “Mar,” the other boy suddenly introduced himself to me zoning in too dang close to my face.  I stretched back at first towards Szar then realized it hadn ’t been that long since I’d had to stave off boys like this.  I’d become accustomed to Cas’ protective nature and just now appreciated it.  Cas never leaving my thoughts didn’t keep the fear from rising.
    These boys sensed it too.  I ’d lost my touch.
    “Didn ’t mean to frighten you Anastacia,” the boy named Mar said.  Funny name.  Familiar too.
    “Oh, I ’m good.  Just ready to get the goods on the table Mar.  I have a time issue at stake and small talk is not in the...cards.”  I eyed the table I’d scooted up against trying to be my icy old self. 
    Szar snorted at my odd to him behavior.
    Jared decided his own unique humor might be welcome when he said, “Well, if I recall.  You were always fond of being on your back.  Maybe you could show me some of your latest moves.”
    Szar reacted first with an arm across the guy ’s neck yelling, “Not to my sister, man.  Save it for the scum out there.” 
    At least he acknowledged what we were among.  I felt the ice come over my body taking with it the power of what I held.  I, for the first time, intentionally allowed my Valkyrie power of persuasion to take care of the situation.  I so often hid it because it made me feel like I couldn ’t get what I needed without it.  Since the guys have figured out I have it, I didn’t see any reason to hide it anymore.  Besides, it took meeting them to be sure it was in me.
    I peeled Szar off the boy and stood prostrate with the foul excuse for a Valkyrie in front of me rubbing my hand across his shoulder slow and meticulously in a facade to gain his favor.  “I am not in the mood to neither clean up blood nor get out the band-aids.  Forgive me Jared for doing my next move.” I jacked my knee up between his legs the second he relaxed.
    I let him fall to his knees and turned to the other boy from my very own court.  I never sparred him.  That’s the memory.  He always refused.
    “Mar, is it?” My eyes were little slits by now.  I wanted answers.
    The boy backed against the table in the very spot I’d just displayed the same fear.  Well, a different kind of fear.
    “I am going to stand real close to you so if you feel the need to hold your balls in a quick angst to avoid pain, do it now.  Meanwhile, my brother here has a question.”  I stopped just in front of him like he did me anchoring my legs two feet apart to brace for anything that probably would never happen.
    Both boys were at full attention and ready to comply with our needs.  I was hurting someone again.  Just like Cord.  I was dangerous.  Deadly.  A man killer, nothing more.
    “Well, sis.  Here I thought I was the heathen bringing you here and you seemed to have taken matters well in hand.  These are my friends Stace, so before we leave it would be nice if you apologize.”
    My hand slapped his face.  He’d gone mad. 
    “I defended you.  It ’s not like I’m okay with it.  I just know it’s a might hard to get information when your contacts are unable to breathe.”
    “Let him breathe from his nuts then , brother.  Get the information you need so I can leave this hellhole.”
    He cursed and turned to Mar.  “Which one is the Elf that runs with Borgon?”  Szar motioned back out the door towards the inside of the bar.
    “The one called Minnie,” Mar stammered out.
    Minnie Mouse?  Is Mickey in there too?
    I left out the door with Szar on my heels.  I headed