He was a Dragon King. No one should have been able to get
to him through magic. No one. But they did.
With tragic results.
If heβd kept a hold of his sword, he could have checked on
the dragons several times. And called them home.
V looked up and found himself standing in front of the
medical clinic. Sophie, who was mated to another King, Darius, ran it. Many of the Kings
hadnβt been sure how Sophie could continue to work as a doctor and keep the secrets of
Dreagan, but so far, sheβd done admirably.
She wouldnβt be able to do that forever, though. As a mate,
she was given the gift of immortality. Sophie had a few more years before others started to
notice that she didnβt age. Then, she would have to close the practice for a few generations
before she could open it up once more.
Vβs gaze swung to the parking lot as he heard the squeal of
tires and a white Mini with black racing stripes pulled to a stop. He sidestepped to conceal
himself behind a tree and watched as Claire got out of her car. V couldnβt understand how she
drove so fast and didnβt worry about getting killed. He gave her credit for being an expert
driver, but mortals only had one life. He really wished she would slow down.
Her blond locks were haphazardly pulled back into what he
had heard Sophie call a messy bunβwhatever that was. He didnβt care what it was called. He
just knew that he liked it on Claire. He liked it more when she left her locks free to fall down
her back.
She was always changing her look. Some days, she had on
vivid makeup with her long hair styled in various ways. Other days, she wore very little makeup
and had a messy bun.
He liked it all.
The few times heβd happened to be near when Claire arrived
at the clinic, she made her way into the office singing whatever had been blaring on her car
radio. But today, she was subdued. Her oval face was pensive as if she were deep in thought.
She adjusted the big, black bag she carried on her shoulder
before she pulled out her mobile. The moment she looked at the screen, she stopped. A
second later, a smile broke out over her face.
V found himself grinning in response because her smileβ
even when not directed at himβwas infectious. He didnβt know what it was about the blond
beauty that had first captured his attention, but it hadnβt let go since.
His vantage point gave him a perfect view of her face.
Whatever was on the phone lit up her expression. Heβd seen the mated Kings do that to their
women. V wondered if he would ever cause someone to smile like that.
The majority of his life after the war with the humans had
been spent sleeping in his mountain. He hadnβt had time to think about anything more than
reclaiming his stolen sword. Now . . . now, those who had something to occupy their time with
regards to Dreagan were all around him.
Then there were those who had found love.
It was difficult to be around so many who were happy. Those
like Vaughn, a solicitor for Dreagan, who had found his place in the human world. Then there
were the pairs who were always together, always sharing secret words and looks. And
touches.
The weight of eons of time spent alone crushed V. Heβd
thought sex would help. And it had. For a short while. Then, that haunting ache filled his chest
again.
He wasnβt stupid. He knew exactly what it was. Loneliness.
He was surrounded by his brethren but felt utterly, completely alone.
V drew in a deep breath and watched Claireβs pace quicken
as she hurried into the clinic. He shifted around the tree to continue observing her, catching
one last look before she walked through the door and disappeared into the building.
Heβd spent a lot of time at the clinic lately, helping out when
it was needed. Most of the Kings did from time to time. Sophie was part of the family, and as
such, they were always there for whatever she needed.
Not that Darius couldnβt handle things himself, but
sometimes, it was just an excuse for them to be together. Just as everyone not only went to
Laithβs pub but also helped out there. The Dragon King had owned the pub for hundreds of
years, legally passing it down to himself after disappearing for decades at a time.
Who knew how long such things would work. The people of
the village near Dreagan seemed happy. Then again, so had the mortals before the war.
βSheβs pretty, is she noβ?β
V closed his eyes at the sound of Dariusβs voice. He
shouldβve heard the King approach, and he would have, had he not been so engrossed in
Claire.
He opened his eyes and turned to face his friend. He could
try to lie, but there was no point. βAye. She certainly is.β
βSophie and Claire are verra close,β Darius stated. V quirked
a brow. βIβm aware of that.β
βI know youβve picked up Rhysβs habits of a different woman
every nightββ
V was affronted by the charge. βItβs noβ every night.β
βSomehow, despite everything that happened to her and Sophie in Edinburgh, Claire doesna
know about us.β
V crossed his arms over his chest. He didnβt know the entire
story about how Claire and Sophie had been taken by the Dark Fae, but he knew that it had
been a close call for both women. βAre you sure she doesna?β
Darius glanced at the building. βShe wouldβve said
something to Sophie if she did. Youβre welcome at the clinic anytime, but Claire is like a sister
to Sophie.β
βYou want me to keep away from her.β Somehow, that hurt V
more than heβd expected.
βIf you think she could be your mate, then Iβll noβ stand in
your way.β
βI didna say that.β
Darius nodded slowly. βI just doona want Claire hurt.β V
squared his shoulders. βIβm well aware that she is offΒlimits.β
Darius gave a nod of appreciation. βThank you. Since youβre
here, I could really use your help moving some more boxes. I never knew so much was needed
to run a medical clinic.β
V was slow to follow Darius. While he understood his friendβs
caution, he was nonetheless hurt by it. More than that, he wondered about the lie heβd told
regarding Claire. And the consequences of not admitting what heβd known in his heart for
some time now.
(C) Donna Grant, St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2019
Dark Kings #15
Every inch of him was molded as if from graniteβ¦and her blood ran like fire...
For centuries, V has waited to awaken from his doomed sleep and reclaim his destiny. But this
Dragon King - one among a legion of legendary warriors sworn to protect the human race from
darkness - must first find a way to win back his sword. Wield its power. And try not to fall prey
to his own illicit desires.
Claire may possess the beauty and soul of a goddess but V knows better than to mess with a
mere mortal. Still, he instinctively knows that Claire is The One who can help him regain the
use of his sword and restore his place at Dreagan. But if she learns the truth about who - and
what - he really is, her memories of him would be erased forever. How can V love Claire truly,
madly, deeplyβ¦and protect her from the forces of fire and darkness that could destroy them
both?
Romance Paranormal [St. Martin's
Paperbacks, On Sale: April 30, 2019, Mass Market Paperback / e-Book, ISBN: 9781250182890
/ eISBN: 9781250182906]
The kings
prepare to battle evil while one falls in love.
Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual"
stories. She's the author of more than twenty novels spanning multiple genres of romance -
Scottish Medieval, dark fantasy, time travel, paranormal, and erotic. Born and raised in Texas,
she also has ties across the border in Louisiana. Growing up with two such vibrant cultures,
her Cajun side of the family taught her the βspicyβ side of life while her Texas roots gave her
two-steppinβ and bareback riding. She is never far from her faithful 80 pound dog, Sisko, or
her three cats. She can often be found at the movies or bookstore with her children. Or buying
makeup. And shoes.
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