Sands Of Aggar: Amazons Of Aggar Book 3 - Plot & Excerpts
She lay on her bedmat, an arm propped under her head, the ground rough and sharp. Fisk rested in the cradle of her side, his head propped on her hip, his weight comforting. In the distance she could hear the screams, smell the smoke rising over the nearby hills. She focused more intensely on the bees, dancing and spinning over the flowers, oblivious to the nearby destruction. She willed her mind to join them, leaping from plant to plant, nothing weighing on her mind but pollen and honey. A woman’s piercing, strangled scream shattered through the noise of the raid to be immediately silenced. Rox clenched her jaw, her fists curled into hard fists. She refused to take part in the Circle’s raids, but she was no less accountable for their actions. She protected them, even guided them when their maps proved inaccurate. It might as well be her dagger that had silenced the woman’s cries. But there was no other option. No choice. She needed to be paid. The pound of hooves echoed through the brush, sending a cloud of dust into the air.
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