The Rising Read online Kristen Ashley (The Rising #4)

Categories Genre: Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Rising Series by Kristen Ashley
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
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Bloody hell.

Except he did not get to do such.

The tent flaps slapped aside and instead they were all confronted with…

Chu.

She cast her gaze to the ceiling of the tent, praying, Goddess, deliver me.

Chu’s deep voice sounding brought her attention back to the tent.

“I would have words with Serena.”

“And I would have Sinchella, the fairest maid of The Doors, take my cock,” Brix retorted. “But she prefers gnomes with a great deal more coin than I have, so there’s little chance of that. As there’s less chance of you speaking to Serena if she does not wish to be spoken to.”

It was at that, Serena was again surprised at her reaction for she not only wished greatly to burst out laughing, she wished even more to rise, walk the four feet of the tent to Brix, and give him a hug.

“Serena,” Chu called.

“We have said all there is to say,” she reminded him.

“And that says all that needs to be said in the now before you leave,” Gal added, speaking to Chu.

“Little mouse,” he murmured, eyes glued to Serena.

It was the wrong thing to do.

Gal’s silent anger filled the tent.

Brix’s filled it with words.

“Never pick a fight with a gnome, Trusted,” he spat. “We have a direct line to your balls, so we do not consider it a low blow.”

“Calm,” Chu growled. “It is my pet name for her.”

“She is no mouse,” Brix retorted.

“She’s my mouse,” Chu returned.

“That’s absurd,” Brix shot back. “Think of another pet name. Like firebrand.”

“Or maiden warrior,” Gal suggested.

“Or minx,” Brix went on.

“Hellcat?” Gal asked Brix.

“Works well, brother,” Brix muttered.

Serena was listening to them prattle, an error on her part.

For when Chu’s rich laughter filled the tent, it took her by surprise.

And his face softened with humor felt like a punch to the chest.

She dropped her head, focusing her efforts on keeping her heart beating, instead of it refusing to withstand the severity of the blow.

Gal most certainly noted her reaction, for his tone was much changed, conciliatory, calming, but beseeching when he said, she knew, to Chu, “You really must go.”

“I cannot go, for I’m in love with her.”

Her head dropped even farther.

“Then we must go,” Gal whispered. “Brix,” he prompted, for clearly Brix was not of the same mind.

“I’m not going,” Brix proved her correct.

“Brix,” Gal warned.

“Gal,” Brix returned.

“Welbrix.”

“Galbdor.”

Serena opened her eyes and said quietly, “Go. I will speak with him and I will be fine.”

Both her friends turned to her.

“You are certain?” Brix asked.

She nodded.

Both gave her a thorough assessment before they made their moves to leave.

“If she’s upset any further…” Brix issued this open-ended threat to Chu before he moved through the flaps.

Chu gave it a moment before he said softly, “They are good males.”

Well, at least they agreed on that.

“Yes.”

“Serena—”

She stopped him before he could start.

“This is not happening.”

“My beautiful warrior,” he whispered.

Another shot direct to the heart.

“Please, don’t,” she begged.

He studied her, and as he did, he appeared to be getting angry.

This was proved correct when he bit out, “Why?”

“I loved my mother, and she is lost.”

“I am sorry about that, my mouse, but—”

“She was lost before I could show her what I had learned. What she would wish to know. She left this earth, she joined the veil, not knowing she could be proud of me.”

Chu stood at the flaps of the tent, apparently frozen by her words.

“And I lost you by—” she began to continue but interrupted herself as she had only the time to brace for impact before she was on her back on her pallet, Chu’s weight atop her. “Chu,” she wheezed, partly because of his weight, partly because, bearing it was so beloved by her, she could not process it.

“She speaks my name again,” he murmured, staring down at her and shifting so some of his weight was held in his forearms and his hands could frame her face.

“I—” she began.

“You did not lose me, I am right here,” he pointed out.

“I cannot—”

“You can.”

“We cannot—”

“We can and we will.”

Of a sudden, staring up into his eyes, feeling him there, the only thing in her world in that moment, the only thing beyond that moment, in weeks past and into a bleak future that she wanted most in her life—outside her mother’s return to this earth—something started happening deep within her.

The strength of it, the foreignness of it so frightened her, in a panic, she bucked against his weight and started to fight him, for he was there, and she could not fight it.

The unknown happening to her with Chu right there…right there…made her clumsy and inept, thus he quelled her struggles with laughable ease.

But Serena could not dwell on that.

It was overwhelming her, whatever “it” was.

And she feared she could not defeat it.

“Let it go,” Chu whispered in her ear right before she shoved her face in his throat and an excruciatingly painful sob wracked her entire body.


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