How The Warrior Fell (Falling Warriors series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

the man she was forced to marry. Leawyn’s shoulders shook and, no longer able to hold herself up, she collapsed onto her knees and crumbled to the floor. Her forehead met her hands as she wept.

 
     
     
    TWO AND A HALF MONTHS LATER . . .

“O UR SCOUTS HAVE been reporting strange movements from these locations,” Tristan said as he pointed to the areas on the map. “We don’t know who they are or their reason for being on our land, but it’s only a matter of time before they reach our borders.”
    Xavier sat silently, his face impassive as he processed the information Tristan provided. They were back in the Izayges village inside the war-hut, which housed maps of the land and where Xavier spent most of his time. The hut had three tables inside, two of which were pushed far against the wall that overflowed with various maps and rolled parchment. A long oak table was placed in the center of the room with several chairs neatly tucked in. The far wall held a flat timber Tristan had used to pin the map of their southern borders. Xavier leaned back in his chair, gripping the table corner and glared at the map in front of him, as if staring at it would give him the answers he sought. “Any chance of them being friendly travelers?”
    Tristan shook his head. “I’ve never seen travelers equipped with that amount of armor and moving in such a large group.”
    “Send a message to all the patrols,” Xavier finally said as he pushed himself away from the table. “Do not raise the alarm yet, but tell them to heed caution.”
    “What else will you have me do?” Tristan asked. Tristan knew him well enough to know he had more planned than just sending a warning.
    Xavier allowed a small smirk to tilt his lips up when he glanced at Tristan. “We’ll ride out ourselves. I need to know for myself and make judgment,” Xavier told him, looking to the map again. “I won’t risk war on the assumption they’re a threat.”
    “And if they are?” Tristan asked, raising a brow.
    “Then we give them something to really fear before they die.”
    With a quick flick of Xavier’s wrist, the knife he held flew across the table and landed directly in the middle of the map they were both looking at.
    “I’ll ready the men, then.” Tristan bowed his head in acknowledgment, quickly leaving the hut to carry out his chief’s orders.
    Xavier stared at the dagger lodged into the wood. Knowing Tristan, the men would be ready to leave by nightfall. With no certainty of how long Xavier and his company would be gone, it meant he would be away from Leawyn for an unidentified amount of time. For a reason unknown to him, that particular thought did nott bode well. Xavier didn’t want to be without her, and the thought of another man looking after her well-being while he was gone made his fists clench in anger and the bitter taste of jealously fill his mouth.
    Xavier’s eyes narrowed. No doubt she would welcome the company and take advantage of his absence. Xavier growled as he marched to the map and ripped the knife from the wood savagely.
    No , Xavier thought as he left the tent and stalked past the many people in his village. They gave him a wide berth as he headed straight for the hut which contained his new wife. She would definitely not be alone.
    She’d never have the option to be with another man, or take advantage of the chance to escape him. If he were to ever catch another man gazing at his wife with the same lust that ran through his veins whenever his eyes met her own, it would be that man’s death.
    Leawyn would go with him and his men.
    The possessiveness of his thoughts startled him. Never before had he felt this strongly about a woman.
    What is she doing to me?
    Even more aggravated than before, Xavier practically wrenched the door off his hut.

    Leawyn jumped from the bed when the door banged open, watching as her husband ducked in. Xavier’s presence seemed to fill the room. It was as if the air sensed the danger he