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“Torin’s men killed her,” Cian says, his voice a flatmonotone. “Bronwyn died in my arms. I couldn’t even get her body out. I had toleave her behind. That bastard probably burned her.”

I feel sick. Bronwyn, sweet, mischievous Bron, can’t bedead. Dante loves Bron. He spent so much time at the White Palace playing withhis cousins, Cian and Bronwyn.

Torin took that from him. He took his uncle and his aunt andhis sweet cos.

He will try to take Beck and Ci.

A fire is in Dante’s belly. I can feel it. He buries itbecause he does not believe he can help, but this is Dante’s passion. Seeinghis cousins returned to their throne.

This is the cause he is willing to die for—if only he hasthe courage to admit it.

I come out of the memory, my back against the soft grass andDante thrusting gently between my legs.

“Welcome back,” he says with the sweetest smile on his face.“I thought all this work would be for nothing. Not that I was going to stop oranything.”

He pushes his cock deep inside. I let myself sigh. It feelsso good.

“If I ever meet your pack, you should know I’m going to killall of them, love. I’ll eviscerate the whole lot.” He leans his body down,never letting up on the slow slide of his cock. Where did my clothes go? I amutterly naked and skin to skin with Dante. His flesh presses to mine,surrounding me with his scent and feel.

What did he see? Did he touch my soul the way I touched his?Does he know how empty I was before being filled with him?

“Don’t you pull away from me now,” Dante says with a growl.“I got through the bad part. Now I want the fun part. The connection is weirdand disconcerting, but I have to admit, this part feels good.”

He pushes himself at me. I gasp as I feel his pleasure. Ourminds meet once more, and I can feel the joy Dante takes in our mating.

He loves my tight pussy. It feels so small, closing aroundhim and claiming his cock. He can feel my muscles milking him. It is suchintense pleasure, and I know he never felt it quite like this before. He lovesthe way I hold him tight. Even my nails biting into the flesh of his back feelsgood to him. He revels in me.

Light. I am surrounded by it. I can see throughDante’s eyes. I am beautiful to him. There is a gorgeous golden glowsurrounding me. This is how a vampire identifies a consort. He thinks I looklike an angel from something called the Heaven plane. I am his angel.

My heart feels so full. I can see myself through his eyes,and I will never be able to feel ugly again. He is my warrior, even if he doesnot know it.

I open myself and let everything out. My pleasure, my love,my joy.

“Oh, baby, oh, baby, Kaja,” Dante says, losing his rhythm.He picks up the pace as though he can deny it no longer. His heart races. I canfeel it. My own starts to pound in time to his. I press my hips up, allow myhands to cup his ass. I love the feel of his muscled ass pumping into my pussy.I can feel him rushing toward orgasm.

His balls draw up. There is a tingle at the base of hisspine, and it starts. His essence shoots from him. It flows out of his body,making him twist and turn with pleasure. I am overwhelmed with Dante’s feelingsand emotions. I can feel my own muscles squeezing around Dante’s cock. It is sotight. It feels so good to give me everything he has. It feels different andright. He wants to give me all of it. He wants to fill me up.

He grinds out the last and falls on me.

I can feel the door between us closing as I come back tomyself, but before it winks out of existence, I feel one last thing from Dante.

Peace.

I brought him that.

ChapterEighteen

Dante

I glance back at Kaja one last time before pushingthrough the bushes. I want to stay with her, to cuddle her and fall asleep, butI need to check in with Meg. Despite the tree and rain cloud, she’s still myresponsibility until one of her husbands actually shows up in person.

And I could do with a bit of time away from Kaja. Myinstinct is to stay close to her every minute of the day. It’s disconcerting.What the hell is happening to me? None of this is going the way I planned.

But I won’t change it. I won’t take it back. That kind ofscares me, too.

I brush the leaves from my clothes. The light is brighterhere, so my sunglass implants flow to cover my eyes. The world comes into sharpfocus, and I can hear Meg. She sits beside the river, and my heart falls when Irealize she’s crying. The rain cloud is gone, and the tree seems to be just atree again.

I rush to her, kneeling down. “Meg? Are you all right?What’s wrong?”