Meta Gods War 3 by B. Miles (the ebook reader txt) 📕

Meta Gods War 3

BN Miles

Contents

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

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1

Cam stood at the end of his enormous bed, large enough for ten bodies packed together, the skins and blankets and pillows ruffled and thrown haphazardly around the huge feathered expanse. He looked down at the strange tunic covering his chest, at the green trimmed with red. It fit him well, like he knew it would. He expected nothing less out of Galla Remorn.

But the style was strange, tighter in the stomach and shoulders than what he was used to, and it felt odd to wear something that wasn’t his own.

The clothes were a beginning. He adjusted the light woolen fabric, pulled at the hem, cleared his throat.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said, turning as Miuri stepped into the room.

She smiled at him, her straight white teeth dazzling, her pointed Elven ears twitching from beneath her long blonde hair. Her skin was smooth and looked polished, and her tunic fit her tight in the bust, tapering out at the bottom over her tight leather pants. She held one hand loosely over the hilt of her gracefully curved Elven sword as she ran a hand through her hair and laughed.

“Well now,” she said. “I have to admit, you look very handsome.”

“Handsome?” He tugged at the hem of the unfamiliar tunic again. “I was hoping for imposing. Or magnificent.”

“Handsome does just fine.” She walked over, smiled, and put a hand on his cheek. He reached up and took it, holding her there before pulling her closer and kissing her full lips.

They held that kiss for a moment, and Cam wondered if Miuri truly didn’t mind him marrying Galla. She said she didn’t, that Elves thought about pairing off for life in a very different way than Humans did, but even still, he couldn’t help think there might be some jealousy. He knew Key was struggling with it, despite putting on a brave face and accepting that his marriage to Galla was the best thing for all of them.

He ended the kiss, bit her bottom lip, and held onto her hips.

“How are the others doing?” he asked.

“Good enough,” she said. “Key’s sulking. Felin’s trying to cheer her up.”

“Any word from my future wife?” He grimaced a little as the words came out. “Feels strange saying that.”

“No word,” Miuri said. “But you know Galla. All you have to do is keep breathing, and everything will work out just fine.’

“True enough.” He laughed, dropped his hands from Miuri’s hips, and turned away from her. He kept tugging at the hem of his tunic, realizing it was a nervous habit but unable to stop himself.

The room was empty aside from the bed. Most of their time was spent in the main rooms where they had their own little kitchen area with cabinets, Elven herbs hanging out to dry, low plush couches stuffed with soft downy feathers, comfortable wooden chairs, a long, worn table with knife marks from years of use, and a large fireplace that always had a fire crackling away. The bedroom was more for sleeping and other evening activities, which he found were more and more frequent, given how precarious everything seemed.

“I have a surprise for you,” Cam said, waking over to the bed. He moved to the far-right corner and lifted the straw and feather mattress.

“Really?” Miuri asked. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think you were capable of surprising me.”

Cam snorted as he pulled out a small ring he’d hidden there a few days earlier. He’d found a jeweler with Galla’s help deep within the Mansion’s halls that agreed to help him for a modest fee, and although it had taken a sizable portion of his savings, he had to admit that the work was exquisite. He turned to Miuri and held the ring out flat on his right palm.

It was a simple gold band, gleaming and polished, with small emeralds lining its exterior.

Miuri examined it for a moment then picked it up, weighing it between her fingers.

“If I understand correctly,” she said, her voice soft, “Humans place a lot of significance on rings.”

“It symbolizes the Ur,” Cam said. “But also symbolizes a union.”

Miuri tilted her head and gave him a strange look. “You know I don’t believe in marriage,” she said. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Cam. Really, Elves don’t get married, it just doesn’t make practical sense.”

Cam stepped closer to her and closed her hand around the ring. He closed it tight, hard enough that she’d feel the metal bite into her skin.

“I want you to have something of me,” he said, his voice gentle but firm as he stared into her bright green eyes. “I want you to know that although we may not be married, and although you’ll live far beyond my lifetime, you’ll always be mine, and I’ll always be yours.”

She smiled, her face lighting up, and tilted her head. “Well, when you put it that way,” she said.

“Will you wear it for me?” he asked.

“I’ll wear it,” she said. “You know I will. I love you, Cam.”

“I love you, too.” He opened her hand again, took the ring, and slid it onto her