Age of Faith

Chapter 29

"Then you will also lie dead." The memories of Jonas being placed on a high table were painful for Annyn. A rope wrapped around his neck, a cut in the middle... "'Are you the one who stuck that arrow on you?" his eyes closed for a moment. “It's late. I did it to save your family.” Years of not knowing the truth and now... Still, he doesn't know everything, because there's nothing Wulfrith can say that will ensure Jonas is self-reliant.

He's been murdered. But not by Wulfrit. His breath choked as he finally acknowledged the truth he had refused to accept despite having been told times. Wulfrit couldn't have killed his brother. Others have looked that Jonas has taken it upon himself. As he leaked Wulfrith's eyes, he built with another truth something had happened that should not have happened.

He began to feel this man. And being close to her now caused those emotions to escalate deeply. But it was beyond the senses, beyond the strange awareness of him. It was as if he was leaving the living girl to take revenge and flipped towards the woman who was resisting revenge it was—the woman he didn't know.

He dropped his chin. Oh my God, who am I? Where was Annyn Bretanne who had been boiling with Duke Henry almost two weeks ago? “Sorry, I can't forgive you, Annyn,” Wulfrit spoke low, the familiar use of his name caused him to shudder. He let go of his shoulder and pushed his chin up.

Hating that he saw her tears, hating the first one to fall, he did not appreciate. "More" he said, more gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect what your brother would do." His gaze followed the path of tears to the corner of his mouth. He put a thumb to it and swept it under his lower lip.

Such a simple touch could release such a flutter more than a frightening sight, but even though Annyn knew she had to break away, she could not. Wulfrith sought his cessation again and, for a moment, it was as if the world, as if everything behind and in front of them had never been and never will be.

There are two—nothing else in all this vastness—and when they stand alone in that great place, consciousness breathes between them. Then he ducked. His mouth looked at the untried, asking him something from him that he struggled to understand. Whatisit? And why did he kiss her? With shaved hair and men's clothing that hides all the evidence of femininity, she's hardly beautiful.

What's more, he's been looking for his death. He deepened his kiss and, when he did not respond, pulled his arm around him and pulled it to his toe Ignoring the voice protesting against what he allowed, he opened.Wulfrit groaned.Shearing gasps from him as if from a distance, he slipped his hand forward.The muscles below him were thick, and he wanted— What does he want?Wulfrit pulls a hand to his side, but tunics and rejects his wish.

And reminding her that Jonas is the reason she's here.The embarrassment of running her over, Annyn pulled her head back."No!" Realization darkened his eyes and hardened the mouth that covered his mouth."Unhand me!"He removed his arm only to grip her where Lavonne was bruising.When he looked, he put his hand on her shoulder."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."He shouldn't have allowed it either.

She's no better than a room maid who let a guard throw their skirts."Let go of me!""Aye!"a familiar voice shouted."Release her!"Rowan stood beside a tree, an arrow stuck and ready to fly.Reproving herself for her desire for an unwanted woman, Garr tightened her embrace.

It's not like he'll use it as a shield.A man doesn't take cover behind a woman."I say again, adapt him!"Annyn meets with Garr.Although one cannot be sure with women, she thinks there is a request in her eyes.“Don't spill blood for me.

Better to spend in other places.” Who is guarding this part of the forest?Where's the man whose incompetence made Rowan step forward?God in his heaven!First allowing Annyn Bretanne to seek a dagger upon him, right now.his father was right—as long as Garr gave his inner God prominent training to the youth, the, they would not be as expected by the previous generation of Wulfriths.

But only God took Garr from his mother from Stern Castle, and only because He was not something Drogo could handle.How father would scorn his eldest son if he was still alive.“Wulfrith!”Rowan barks.Garr considers the bow.If the arrow comes, it will clear Annyn and hit her high on the chest and to the right."Please," he whispered.

She revealed her face, and at that moment knew the answer she was looking for since knowing she was a woman. He'll let her go. His lies had given him a reason to seek his death, and for that no punishment would be meted out.

Whether Drogo had made Heaven or was banished down, he must have left it, because he would never have let the Bretans feel shame over Jonas' death. Indeed, he would raise it so that all knew the great award of receiving the title of knight in Wulfen.

And the consequences of betrayal. Annyn Garr. “It's done?” he whispered. "You're not going to get revenge?" He wondered that he had never felt so empty. But this is the best ending for Annyn. “Revenge is not mine. It belongs to God. ” One of the hardest lessons a man has to learn. "Aye, Lady Annyn, I yielded to her on top." As if what he said was revelation, he leaked out.

Does he really believe that he and Rowan are lovers? He held it for longer, then turned around and ran. The best ending, Garr told himself again. However, as he approached Rowan, he caught a bow and looked at the arrow now in the forward position.

He lunged to the left and grabbed his sword, but before he could pull it, the arrow burned its way through his flesh and made it stagger backwards. He to his bloodstained sleeve and the sword hilt that pierced his sword arm, then looked at Annyn's gaze.

She stood beside Rowan, big eyes on her face, but the words she showed her husband fell out of Garr's reach. Rowan grabbed another arrow. "That's what we have to do," he growled as he put up the rope. With protesting arms, Garr swept his sword from its sheath and began to approach them. A shout to his left—Sir Merrick?—tear the forest. Annyn grabbed Rowan's arm. "We have to go!" The man narrowed his eyes at the bruised face, then his seething gaze one last time to Garr before finding himself with him.

Blood flowed down his back to cover the hilt of his sword, Garr chased after. Both remain out of reach, shrinking populations and debris, unhindered by the pain that slows their pursuers. Then, in front, was the horse waiting for the return of its master. Rowan climbed up, hands to Annyn, and swung her backwards.

With a puncture of spurs, their departure spreads the leaves in front of Garr. "Blood God!" he yelled. He glared at the sky, then again at the arrow that pierced the shoulder of his sword arm. Not the blood of God, but the blood, and too much. He flicked the arrow bar near the entrance, then looked at where Annyn and Rowan had disappeared to. No, it's not the end. "My master," called Sir Merrick, almost panting as he reached Garr's side. Garr. "What happened to your watch?" His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of Garr's wound, the knight said, “Sorry, My lord. I'm afraid of losing my breath." It has been several years since men have experienced such problems, although Garr has seen glimpses of their effects since Annyn's arrival.

Still, Merrick has failed, but that will be dealt with later. What is needed now is a horse. While passing Merrick, Abel arrives. He cramped and fell to the ground. “Fucking room! He did this?” "The guy, Rowan." Garr sheathed his sword, pushed past Abel, and set foot in the stirrup of his brother's mount.

As he swung into the saddle, his four men ended their horses beside him. “Whose hand clock?” Abel. Garr looked at Squire Warren. "Give me your bow and arrow." The young man hurriedly handed it to his master. “Luka must be treated,” protest Abel. Garr thrust his heel into the horse. " The peak goes up, he curls, while keeping his prey visible as they storm the wood below."My lord?"one of his knights asked as he watched his horse beside him.

Garr his arrows, raised his bow, and grumbled as he forced his arm to pull the rope because he couldn't do it, she saw Rowan.And did her trembling muscles cause her to attack Annyn?Then he'll put up another arrow!With a growl, he swung the bow in front of his quarry and let go.

Without pausing to see if he made a mark, he pulled another arrow and let it fly.There was no time for the third one, both buried themselves deep within the selected tree.Their combined strength—the one tightly beside the other—enough?A moment later, the protruding shaft catches Rowan high on the chest and drops him and Annyn off the horse's back.“Never have I seen it like that!”yell at one of his men.

Garr lowered and leaked them where they were sprawled.Consciousness, turning his breath into shallow, he pushed the horse forward and down the ramp.He wanted to see their faces, he wanted to see, in order for them to see the face and find out the fatal mistake made in seeking his death.The cost of letting them report themselves is no longer there, but both do not take revenge—except where and are not justified.

With her approach, Annyn awakens, by using, and above her husband.“Rowan!She did not die.Garr was sure of it.If he wanted death soon, he would aim higher into the tree so that the arrow would pierce through Rowan's throat.

As Garr approached, Rowan convulsed and huffed.Annyn muttered something, looked up, and slowly set the body.Pandah, before, Garr only caught a glimpse of his fear, Annyn muttered something, looked up, and slowly set the body, he had never read a woman more clearly.But then, nothing ever stirred more emotion from her.Give her men to follow their steps, she continued to where she stood.

He looked at his shoulder If it wasn't for him trying to kill him, garr stiffens to fight the wobble that threatens to knock him down.As he had previously warned Lavonne to take care of her wound, he must also do so.

A moment later, he was struck by the bitter irony that he and the baron had to suffer injuries because of this woman.However, Garr made no attempt to harm him.Also, his injury was more serious than Lavonne.His sword arm was almost like her, and if he leaves