Lord of the White Hell Book One lotwh-1 by Ginn Hale Read Free Book Online Page A

Fedeles released his grip on Kiram and edged back into Firaj's stall.
    "Fedeles, if you make me look through this entire fucking stable I swear I will beat you blind!"
    It was Upperclassman Genimo.
    Fedeles caught Kiram's hand and pulled him into the shadows of Firaj's stall. Kiram wondered just how much trouble the two of them would be in if they were caught here.
    "Fedeles." Genimo's voice was much closer now. Kiram could see the black silhouette of his body moving through the gloom of the stable. "If anything happens to these horses, it will be your fault. The grooms will blame you and never let you come in again."
    Kiram felt Fedeles tense. His grip on Kiram's hand almost hurt, but Kiram didn't dare to pull free for fear of drawing Genimo's attention.
    "If Lunaluz were to lose an eye, even Javier would hate you then. They would have to put him down because of you, Fedeles. A blind horse is no good to anyone."
    "No! Lunaluz!" Fedeles bolted out of the shadows, pulling Kiram forward with him.
    Kiram wanted to run for the door but Fedeles didn't budge. He stood in the center of the aisle, grinning as Genimo closed the distance between them. Kiram didn't like the way Genimo swung his riding crop as he approached them.
    "What in the three hells are you doing here?" Genimo demanded of Kiram.
    "I came to find Fedeles," Kiram replied.
    "And what? Hold hands?" Genimo sneered at Kiram. "Practicing your filthy Haldiim seductions on the idiot, are you?"
    Kiram's outrage momentarily overpowered his fear. "I just wanted to get him out of the stable."
    "I don't want to go!" Fedeles gripped Kiram's hand desperately. "I don't want to. Firaj, Lunaluz, Firaj-"
    "Oh, shut up!" Genimo snarled at Fedeles.
    "No!" Fedeles began a panicked chant. "No, no, no, no… "
    Seeming to catch Fedeles' agitation, the horses stamped the ground, releasing short nervous snorts.
    "No, no, no, no." Fedeles seemed hardly aware of Kiram. He clenched his eyes shut as if focusing all his attention on just repeating his refusal.
    "Shut the fuck up!" Genimo snapped. "Shut up!"
    "Calm down," Kiram told Genimo. "You're only making him worse-"
    "Ybu never speak to me in that tone, heathen!" Genimo lashed his black riding crop across Kiram's cheek.
    The shock of being struck stunned Kiram more than the explosion of pain. He barely registered the wet heat of his own blood spilling down his jaw.
    Never in his life had anyone treated Kiram with such disrespect. Pain and outrage flooded him. He jerked his hand free from Fedeles' grip and slapped Genimo's face.
    "Khivash," Kiram spat.
    The blow resounded with less brutality than Kiram would have liked, but it took Genimo off guard. He staggered back half a step. Then he launched himself at Kiram. His first punch forced the air out of Kiram's lungs and threw him back against the wall.
    Fedeles wailed, "Lunaluz! Lunaluz!"
    Kiram tried to regain his balance but Genimo was already up against him, pinning him against the wall. In desperation Kiram sank his teeth into Genimo's forearm.
    "Whore!" Genimo drove his knee into Kiram's groin. Blinding, nauseating pain shot through him. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.
    "Ybu piece of shit," Genimo snarled. "How dare you lay your filthy, heathen hands on me?"
    Genimo hauled Kiram up by his hair and punched him again, this time in the face. White flashes exploded through Kiram's vision. The sickening hot, wet sensation of blood gushed from his nose and poured over his lips. He choked as blood ran down the back of his throat. He could hardly think for the pain.
    "God, you're pathetic." Genimo smirked at Kiram. "You're a worm. A piece of shit-"
    Suddenly a greenish mass of horse dung smacked into the side of Genimo's head. His face flushed scarlet with rage and he released his hold on Kiram to turn back to Fedeles. Kiram slid down the wall to the ground. Beside Fedeles stood Javier, hefting a muck shovel in one hand.
    "No, Genimo, what is clinging to your hair is a piece of