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As the Borean princess and heir to the throne, Saieke had never expected she would now be living in the realm of shadows and darkness. She had fled her kingdom in hopes of escaping a binding marriage to the king of Nuria. Her flight had forced her into the Darkage and instead of being ripped to pieces as she had expected, she’d found Drac, her mate, her paradise.
Pleasure drained from her, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Saieke slowly licked her mate’s throat and watched the pinpricks heal as if they never existed. “I am still startled every time I feed from you,” she murmured in the crook
of his neck.
She laughed huskily as he moved with her, and it seemed as if he simply appeared with her in the caves under their castle. It was alit with crystals and not the great torches they were used to. The Northern keep was the only castle in the Darkage illuminated by the crystals from Avindar that seemed to hold lightning within them. Negotiations were underway for more crystals to be delivered to the entire kingdom. Drac tipped her, and she dropped with a splash into the deep body of water. Though she laughed, sadness pierced her heart. It has been weeks, and her Queen blades were still not by her side.
I can feel your sadness princess, Drac growled in her mind through their lei—the psychic connection that had formed since mating. Another aspect of being with him that was wonderful but still terrifying.
“I am well,” she said with a smile. But you are troubled.
He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist and inhaled from her neck.
I am well.
Saieke drew back and met the obsidian darkness of his gaze. They were not cold but filled with heat and memories of their loving. Shadows also lurked, and that was something she was not used to seeing from her love.
“You have received words about my blades?” she asked tentatively, fear cramping her stomach. A soft hiss filled her mind as his demon tasted her fear and rejected it.
After a small hesitation, he cupped her cheeks and sipped at her lips, soothing and loving her at the same time.
They are being held in the stronghold dungeon in Mevia. The words were whispered against her mind to lessen the harshness of what was happening.
Fear, acrid and potent, blossomed inside her. Drac pushed love at her through their lei.
Saieke felt the love tunnel through her and strangled the anxiety that swamped her, leaving something akin to peace in its wake. Her loyal blades, who had risked everything for her, were captives with her enemies—the very enemies that had hunted her when she’d fled her kingdom. They’d hunted her across the Darklands, and had almost caused her death within the Darkage itself. Now they had her Queens’s blades. Drac had promised her weeks ago that he would find them. And he had delivered.
“Drac…” Her voice tapered off as she absorbed that they were truly within Mevia. They had suspected the truth, but she had hoped for another outcome.
“We will get them out my Princess.” His tone was cold and implacable, yet soothing to the horror that tried to rear its head.
“How?”
“Lachlan travels to Mevia.”
Saieke blinked. Lachlan Ravenswood was another enforcer for the dark king. “You sent your peacekeeper into the nest of vipers?” Saieke asked incredulously.
Drac’s low chuckle warmed her insides like nothing else could.
“He will not be suspected, my princess. His beast is buried so completely that even I sometimes doubt that he is a Darkan.”
“Would it not be best to send Tehdra or Tzar?”
“Tehdra is on another mission, and Lachlan is a Mecca, an Archduke and ruler of the Eastern Keep of our realm. He is far more powerful than Tehdra or Tzar, my princess.”
Saieke saw the shadows flare again only to be abruptly banked. There was a soft hiss in her mind, an ominous ripple of disturbance.
She frowned. “You worry for Tehdra. Where is she, my love?”
The eyes that held hers were cold and remote. “I do not feel fear.”
“King’s Teeth!” she exclaimed and sharply nipped his lips. “I know you are dark and deadly, but you just felt something at the thought of the mission that Tehdra is on. It only shows me that you love her. Where is she?”
Pleasure whipped through Saieke, and she gasped hoarsely as Drac lifted her and plunged his fangs in her breast. She knew it was a distraction from her probing, and she opened her mouth to protest, but what came out was a moan that echoed her delight and need.
She summoned a cold to envelope them that bit into her bones, and Drac’s snarl resounded inside of Saieke.
“Halt your attack, Princess.”
