I'm celebrating all week because the 2nd novel in my Eaglekin Series Chase the Wind is out as an Early Bird with my publisher! My talented niece made some awesome pictures for the book trailer. I'm so proud of her.
His chest rose and fell harshly. “The Soltakens?” His voice was rough, raspy, and painful for her to hear.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard anyone. We’ve got to take care of your wrists.”
He stared at her for a long moment, and then looked down at the bloody mass and nodded.
“It will hurt.”
“It already does.” He attempted a grin.
“Forgive me for this.” Santil twisted the branch, loosening the first layer of the knot. She felt the long hard tension overtaking his body. Santil’s head pounded.
Undoing the knot was comparatively the easy part. Unraveling the rope from Kinalan’s body tissue was an ordeal neither of them was prepared for. Flesh pulled away in stringy hunks, revealing angry swollen bleeding welts.
Kinalan clenched his teeth together in an attempt to stifle his cries, but the veins in his neck bulged against the metal collar. Tears leaked from his eyes. He’d bear the scars from this for the rest of his life.
They were both breathing heavily, drenched in sweat when the last of the rope came free.
They held each other’s gaze. There was nothing to clean his wounds with.
Santil started tearing off the bottom of her own dirty shirt, well Bretlan’s shirt, to use as bandages. Glittering arms reached in past the leaves and branches and ripped Kinalan out, showering Santil in a cloud of dust, leaves and spiders.