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A meal Susan had prepared for him, eyes glimmering with amusement. And later, for dessert, she’d flicked her lovely dark hair aside and offered her vein, knowing just where the biting would lead.

      Arm shaking uncontrollably, he reached for her. The tips of his fingers brushed the hollow of her neck. No pulse. Dirt mixed with blood, caking her charred, still-hot skin in clumps. “Susan,” he tried to whisper, but his voice no longer worked. His throat was raw from screaming, pleading and desperate bargaining. But nothing had helped. The dragons hadn’t disappeared and Susan hadn’t returned to life.

      Though he was still surrounded by the enemy, he was unable to take his eyes off his mate. He knew, soul deep, that this was the last time he would ever see her. My love. My sweet love.

      Stay in bed, she had beseeched only a few hours ago. Make love to me.

       I cannot, love, but I will return quickly. That, I promise you.

      She’d pouted a bit, pink lips dipping prettily. I can’t bear to be without you.

       Nor I you. Sleep, and when I return, I’ll make you forget I was ever gone. How is that?

       Promise?

      Promise. He had kissed her softly and strolled from their chamber. Content, satisfied. Happy. Assured of a future together.

      “Now you can suffer as we have suffered,” one of the dragons spat, tearing him from his cherished memories.

      In the background, Layel could hear demonic laughter. His gaze lifted, and he saw several red, glowing eyes peeking from nearby bushes. An audience of demons, he realized. How long had they been there, watching? Could they have helped Susan? Probably. That laughter…They’d seen—and enjoyed—everything.

      “Your people drained our loved ones, blood-drinker, and so we burned yours.”

      Ignoring them, Layel gathered his remaining strength and crawled as close to Susan’s body as he could get, leaving a trail of crimson behind him, hot tears pouring down his face. The dragons didn’t try to stop him. His shaking intensified as he awkwardly gathered her in his arms. There was no smile of greeting, no whispered endearment.

      Her once pretty face was swollen, bruised and smeared with soot. Her silky dark hair was gone, singed to the scalp. He had loved to wrap those strands around his palms, loved to hear her purr for his kiss.

      Closing his eyes against the horror of what had been done to her, he hugged her close, so close, before gently laying her back down. He could not bear to sever all contact, however, and smoothed a fingertip over the seam of her lips. They were still hot, burning him as smoke rose from her parted teeth.

      Susan. Eyes stinging, he crouched all the way down and placed his temple upon her rounded stomach. There was no movement inside of it. Not anymore. I love you. Oh, gods, I love you. I am sorry I left you. So sorry. Come back to me. Please. I am nothing without you. To the crystal dome above, he prayed, If you will not bring her back to me, let us bargain. Take me instead. Return her to life and take me. She is everything that is good. She is light. I am darkness and death.

      No response.

      “Enough sniveling. Now you will listen. We are going to allow you to live, king.” The words were sneered by the dragon leader, a towering hulk of muscle and rage. “And with every breath you take, you will remember this day and the consequences of allowing your people free rein.”

      Layel barely heard him. Susan, sweet Susan. None had been as gentle, tender, loving or kind. Her greatest crime was—had been, he corrected with an inward roar—loving him.

      She had been his everything. Yet his precious human had been slaughtered. For his lack of leadership, the dragon had said. She had been tortured because Layel had wanted nothing to do with the vampire throne and had refused to place restrictions upon the army under his command as his father had.

      “I’ve awaited this moment for many months,” another of the hated beasts said, spraying him with a stream of fire.

      The flames settled in Layel’s cheek, crackling, singeing deep. He gave no reaction, didn’t even open his eyes. Truly, he felt nothing except the razor-sharp edge of his grief. If the gods would not heed his cries, he wanted to remain in this spot forever, wanted to die with his woman and child. His family.

      “Look at him. Look at the mighty Layel, reduced to this.”

      All of the dragons laughed.

      “I can see why you liked her, vampire. That tight little sheath took me all the way to the hilt.”

      “I liked pumping into her mouth, feeling her throat close around me.”

      “I think she liked what we did to her. You heard the way she whimpered…”

      Finally Layel’s eyelids cracked open, tendrils of hatred and rage blooming, growing, consuming him. Overshadowing his grief, becoming all that he knew. He glanced at the surrounding forest. The demons were still there, still giggling like children. Most of the nearby trees were charred, offering little refuge. Next he glanced at the expanse of dragon warriors. There were eight of them, their stances cocky, assured. Their golden eyes blazed with triumph. Except…

      Whatever they saw on his face caused them to lose their smiles. A few even backed away from him.

      Perhaps they had forgotten that vampires could fly. Perhaps they thought a broken, bloody man could do no damage. They were wrong.

      “SUSAN!” Layel leapt up and attacked, his war cry an echo of all the pain inside him.

      The agonized screams that next cut through the forest far eclipsed any that had ever come before them.

      Chapter One

       Two hundred years later

       JUST A LITTLE CLOSER, fire-bastards. Just a little bit closer.

      Hidden by lush, dewy foliage, Layel watched as the dragon army marched through the detestably named Forest of Dragons. Where they were going, he didn’t know. Why they were going, he didn’t know, either. He only knew that he was going to relieve them of their burden. A young—human?—female was bound and gagged inside a portable prison. That prison was balanced by two wooden beams slung over several of the warriors’ shoulders, swaying with their movements.

      Obviously, she was their enemy.

      He didn’t know the girl, but a dragon’s enemy was his dearest friend. And he didn’t like his friends being bound.

      The dragons continued to march forward, slowly, steadily. He motioned for his own army to hold…remain composed. They obeyed without hesitation. Since that dark day two hundred years ago, he had happily led his men with an iron fist—straight into a never-ending war. His will was not questioned. Ever. Not without severe consequences.

      “…not going to end well,” Brand, second-in-command of the dragon soldiers, was saying. Golden light seeped from the crystal dome that surrounded all of Atlantis, forming a halo around his pale, braided hair and disgustingly handsome features.

      Brand was strong, brave, loyal to his king, kind to his people. A pity he was a dragon. Had he been born even a demon, Layel thought perhaps he would have liked him. As it was, he wanted Brand alive long enough to take a mate. A mate Layel would then steal. Brand would suffer, for a little while at least, and then Layel would gut him.

      Brand had not been one of the warriors present all those years ago—none of the warriors here had been present, for Layel had slaughtered them all. Remembering their deaths, he smiled. Not all of them had faded quickly. Some he had lingered over, enjoying their pain, taking his time with every slice and bite.

      Still, killing those responsible hadn’t been enough. Not for the horrendous crimes that had been committed against Susan. Hadn’t he been blamed for the actions of others? It was only fair to use that

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