This is another clip from The Mercenary Prince. I’m hoping to release this book before Christmas, but I’m not sure it’ll happen. Anyway, this clip shows off a new character who makes her debut. Possibly a second one too. As a few people might remember from much older posts, this is the book where I introduce more about the Dawnfang vampires. Think of it this as Book 9 of Legends of Windemere and a ‘pilot’ for the Windemere vampire series I plan on doing next. There’s a little bit of spoiler in here, so I put a cut below the picture.
“That’s it!” Delvin shouts as he drops from the trees. He lands on his butt and hops to his feet, his face red with anger. “This is ridiculous! I’m through with this training because it’s simply not working. If that didn’t awaken my powers then nothing you do to me is going to get the job done. Let’s go back to the encampment and focus on something else.”
“So you’re giving up?” Mab asks with a yawn. The champion surprises her by turning away and marching toward the forest. “The tribes can plan off the ideas you gave them, so we’re not leaving until you make progress or the battle is about to begin. Go cool off and I’ll be here when you want to continue.”
“I’m not coming back!”
“Then you’re a coward!”
Delvin stops and turns to stare at the vampire through the trees. “If that’s what you want to call me then go ahead. I’m done wasting my time. Come back to the encampment when you realize I’ve made good on my threat. Thanks for trying, Dark Mistress, but there are some things I simply can’t do.”
Mab watches him disappear into the distance and shivers at the sensation that someone is yelling at her from far away. She takes off her cloak to stop the voice from contacting her, accepting that she will be screamed at with full force once her powers return. Glancing at the ogre corpse below and the trail of broken trees, Mab silently admits that she may have gone too far with her training.
“After all, he’s only human,” she whispers before putting her cloak back on. The woman cringes when a head-splitting roar makes her ears bleed. “Shut up. You would have been infinitely worse with him if you were in my shoes. I don’t care if he has potential. It doesn’t matter if he isn’t able to access it or . . . really? That’s unexpected. Thanks for telling me. Guess I’ll tail him and see what happens.”
Reaching into her cloak, she drains a bottle of dwarf blood to satisfy the hunger pangs that have been making her sluggish for the last hour. She feels a rush to her head and wonders how much the donor drank before someone took a pint or two. The Dark Mistress grins and runs into the forest, choosing a path that will bring her within sight of the frustrated warrior.