captive of the horde king by zoey draven

The Dakkari had the authority and power and strength over any being that found a home on their planet, however unforgiving that home might be. Still, we watched one another, as I wondered what he would decide.īecause I knew his words to be true…he could do whatever he wished. As the moments stretched on, my blood grew hotter and raced faster until I heard it rushing in my ears. The horde king didn’t respond immediately to whatever the messenger asked. The messenger beside the horde king addressed him in a low tone with, “Vorakkar, kivi nekkari dothanu un kevf?” I felt trapped by them, like I could never look away. “Don’t listen to her.”īut the horde king never took his eyes from me. “Luna, no!” Kivan growled, frustrated, swinging on the horde king. I promise.” Even though we were only five years apart, sometimes I felt ten or twenty years older than Kivan. “I am responsible for my brother,” I rushed out, “and therefore I am responsible for his actions. “Luna-,” Kivan tried to cut in, but I pushed him back when he made to grab for my arms. The yellow band around his pupils contracted again, his head cocking slightly to the side. “Please,” I said, my hands trembling from adrenaline and nerves. Perhaps that had been the wrong thing to say. “Let me, kalles?” he repeated, his voice sharp.

The Dakkari surrounding us shifted, the movement hardly perceptible, ever so slight.Īs for the horde king…he didn’t even twitch. “But my brother’s life is not yours to take. “Call me what you wish,” I said, the cool night air brushing my face like a soft touch. My spine went taut like a bow string, all too aware that Kivan still remained within the circle of gold swords, in front of a horde king that wanted his blood in exchange for burning their land.

I assumed kalles meant ‘woman’ or ‘female’ in the Dakkari language.

“Brave kalles,” the horde king murmured and I could actually see the way his pupils studied me, how they shifted over my face. My chin lifted, meeting his gaze, though he towered over me. The horde king’s nostrils flared and the singular yellow ring of his irises contracted with a visible pulse when I pushed back the thick hood, letting it settle around my shoulders. Anything to save him, to take the attention away from him, I would do readily. I didn’t hesitate, though Kivan began to protest. The horde king wanted me to take off my hood? “Let me see the face of the female who dares to challenge the Dakkari.” “Take off your hood, kalles,” the horde king ordered in the universal tongue, still looking straight at me. Because that rich, dark voice belonged to the horde king.

Captive of the horde king by zoey draven