Come to Me

By Megan Derr

The roles of High Paladin and High Necromancer do not allow for much free time, even less where they might spend it together. When they do finally obtain some time to spend with each other, Sorin and Koray find there are still doubts and fears between them that will take more than time to overcome...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Derr
• Release date: Sep 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393561118

Megan Derr

Megan is a long-time resident of queer romance and keeps herself busy reading and writing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she’s not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her wife and cats, or watch movies. She loves to hear from readers and can be found all over the internet.meganderr.compatreon.com/meganderrmeganderr.blogspot.comfacebook.com/[e-mail]@meganaderr

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The roles of High Paladin and High Necromancer do not allow for much free time, even less where they might spend it together. When they do finally obtain some time to spend with each other, Sorin and Koray find there are still doubts and fears between them that will take more than time to overcome ...

Come to Me

Black Magic

By Megan Derr

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Edited by Samantha M. Derr

Cover designed by Megan Derr

This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.

Second Edition August 2019

Copyright © 2019 by Megan Derr

Printed in the United States of America

To Chantal and Brenda because they asked,

and they always brighten my day

Come to Me

A Black Magic Short

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Sorin hummed as he left the castle and headed across the southern yard, past the blacksmith and the armory, in search of his errant lover. Those with whom he'd spoken had said they'd seen Koray headed this direction, but Sorin had yet to spy a single gray hair.

He wanted Koray, damn it. He had been buried in meetings and battles and more meetings for a very long fortnight, and every time he'd had a moment's respite, Koray had been somewhere else. Sorin was tired of it. He wanted Koray, a good deal of privacy, and to be left alone for at least a full day, preferably two. The person who threw a stone in those plans would not enjoy what happened to them.

The sound of Koray's voice made him pause. Sorin could barely hear it, though from what he caught of the tone, Koray seemed angry, or at least displeased. Damn. He remained still until he heard it again, then looped around the building where the priests and cooks stored all their herbs and spices, minus those that were valuable enough they needed to be locked up.

Rounding the building, Sorin caught Koray's voice again—and Neikirk's. He still could not understand the words, though he thought he caught his name a couple of times. Sorin picked his way through careful rows of shrubs and trees, a fragrant garden bound for soups and poultices. He pushed through some tall bushes covered in dark blue and white flowers, poised to speak but stopped as he took in the scene before him.

Koray and Neikirk sat with a large basket at their feet, bundling together various herbs and setting the bundles in the basket, so they could later be hung to dry. But the herbs were largely forgotten as they talked, heads bowed toward each other, voices pitched low. More fascinating still was the dark flush to Koray's face, at odds with his intent look, the determined set to his jaw. What was Koray discussing so secretively with Neikirk that he would not discuss with Sorin?

He was being stupid. Koray would be the first to tell him so. For all he knew they could be discussing him. He had heard his name, after all. But what about him would leave Koray so red-faced?

Well, better to ask than eavesdrop. He might be slow to learn, but he did learn. Sorin stepped closer, smiling as they both looked up. There you are, necromancer. I was hoping for a word with you. He stared when Koray's face reddened further. Is ... something wrong? Should I go? The disappointment was crushing, left him aching, but if Koray had other plans, so be it. He tried