It's dangerous to be an informant amongst those who pride themselves on death and destruction, but none is as good at subterfuge as Bres. When Neit, one of the most treacherous of his kind, displays a sudden increase in power, Bres knows he must report it to the king immediately. Neit could upset the delicate balance between the Amesha Spentas and the Angra Mainyu forever.
But then Bres runs into a power outlet of his very own -- a female who appears out of the mist whose very presence is enough to bring him to his knees.
LR Cafe Best of 2012 Award Nominee: Best Ménage Book
The Chosen 3: Release of Bres
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Copyright ©2012 Shara Azod
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It shouldn't have been this hard to evade his so-called brethren. In the thousands of years Bres had worked reconnaissance for his king, it had never been this hard to evade the notice of the others. As unimaginable as it was, someone was following the son of Prince of Things Hidden.
Subterfuge was his nature, his claim to fame, the reason he was given this most serious role in the scheme of all things preternatural. The symbol of the rose with thorns at the base of his neck tingled in silent warning. He needed to find shelter, fast. Getting caught would be catastrophic; he could not allow that to happen. Only he wasn't sure where or how he would be able to hide.
Bres had no idea who was following him, but someone was more than a little interested in the fact he'd slipped out of the gathering he had been ordered to attend. There had been no choice but to leave, and leave right away. He couldn't wait. What he had witnessed was a threat to the throne, to their way of life, to the delicate balance that must be kept at all costs.
The sudden, unexplained jump in powers of one individual who was never to be trusted had left the brethren at the gathering speechless. It heralded very bad things to come. King Ba'al had to be informed immediately. A lieutenant of the Mainya had openly declared war -- or something very close to it -- on the throne of the Angra Mainya. Bres was still unsure what he had seen, or what it meant.
The Angra Mainya, Mainya for short, were in essence the same as the Amesha Spentas, also known as Spentas, only without the order and loyalty and -- well, they were the flip side of the Spentas. Over the centuries the two factions had battled endlessly. Bres willingly admitted the Mainya were often the antagonists, looking to drag countries into war, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake for no other reason than that they could. They had been bred to counter the Spentas, and they did so with a single-minded obsessiveness that drove men in their number crazy.
It was a game no one won. Unless the Balance was tipped, no one ever would really "win." Spentas protected humans without the weaker race even being aware of their protectors. Spentas keep the other supernaturals in line.
Spentas were the world's light. The Mainya were what humans cowered from in the darkness. They led astray, deceived, and destroyed.
The reasons had always been murky, but most took their role as the darkness to the Spentas' light very seriously. That had never bothered Bres before; he had a job to do, a mission to perform. That was his singular purpose.
Perhaps he shouldn't have chosen the Mexican rainforest to make his escape. Teleporting or traveling by thought was an option, but it left a psychic trail that could be easily followed. Bres' quickly hashed together plan was to get far enough away to teleport without drawing notice. His trail would be cold by the time anyone found where he had gone.
Hurry to me. I can help you.
He almost stumbled over his own feet as he stilled and listened.
Come, Bres. Hurry to me. I can help you. I will help you.
The voice was definitely female, which made no logical sense. There were no female Mainya, no female Spentas. No female should be able to communicate with him like this. Unless this woman was like the one he had seen back at the gathering of the Mainya. It wasn't the same woman, of that he was certain, although the female back at the hotel had not spoken a word. For some reason all had been in awe of her, with her wild, copper-and-midnight curls and startling blue-green eyes. No Mainya had dared to say it, but it was acknowledged her power was far greater than that of the collected warriors gathered.
While the voice inside his head was not the same person, she was a lot like the female he had witnessed beside one of the greatest enemies to Balance there had ever been -- the Mainya warrior, Neit. Bres wasn't sure how he knew that, but it settled on him with such certainty he didn't question it. The voice seemed to lead him away from the direction in which he was going, back toward the hotel he had all too recently fled.