Chapter Twenty-One
Morgan’s hand was warm in his, as though the hart’s magic still connected them. Arthur had nearly lost his life mere hours ago when he’d tried to murder the beast.
His homicidal instincts were not for the notoriety that came with felling the hart. Arthur had wanted to run the stag through for cockblocking him. He’d felt certain that once the stag was dead, this thing between himself and Morgan would be validated. Wasn’t karma funny?
He’d been falling into darkness after colliding with the hart. The pain of the impact had pulled him under swiftly and efficiently like a tidal of darkness. But he’d managed to surface one last time, and when he did, he flailed to keep his head above water.
Morgan had knelt before the hart. The beast had been ready to strike. But then it
