Querteshan guardsman Jamal Fayed is on a routine patrol through the desert area known as the Burning when they discover an injured and unconscious man who looks to be from a nearby country, Perathea. Their two countries have a long history of animosity.<br><br>When Nev ran from his master, he was fleeing for his life and any outcome seemed better than the death he was promised. But Nev has secrets, complicated secrets that involve both magic and his physical form. Can he build a relationship with Jamal amidst politics and military dealings?

Born Magic

Nev raised his eyes to meet Jamal’s. His expression was a mix of sorrow and apprehension. He didn’t pull away from Jamal’s touch.


Jamal leaned in a little, not sure if Nev would object. “Can I kiss you?”


“If you don’t want me to, that’s fine,” Jamal blurted out.


Leaning in closer, Jamal pressed his mouth against Nev’s, a chaste kiss. A rush of warmth filled him. Magic? It felt like he could sense pleasure and a wonder from Nev. Was it his imagination? He continued the kiss, bumping noses, changing the angle slightly, enjoying the interaction. When he finally tilted his head back and looked at Nev, the Perathean gave him a hint of a smile, the first Jamal had seen from him.


“I’ll do whatever I can to protect you.”


Two wagons delivered food, hay, and other necessary items to the garrison every two to three days, usually at dusk. The supply depot was only about four hours travel time from the garrison.


Chapter 12