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her neck would finally just break. She would definitely rather not die by burning. Talaith never considered flame a witch’s best friend.

      As she wondered what it would take to snap her neck using her own body weight, she saw him.

      He stood out like a jewel among pigs. Her arrogant, handsome knight, still in his chainmail with the bright red surcoat over it, but without the black cape he wore that shielded part of his face and hair from her sight. She wasn’t sure if it were her imagination or if her impending death had made her sight untrustworthy, but he had—silver?—yes. He had glossy silver hair that reached past his knees. But it wasn’t the silver hair of an old man. This beauty couldn’t be more than thirty winters. At most.

      Gods, and he was a beauty. The most beautiful thing Talaith had ever seen. Well, at least she’d leave this world with something pretty for her last vision.

      He walked up to one of the townsfolk and motioned toward her.

      “She is a witch, m’lord!” a woman—whose child Talaith saved from a poisonous snakebite the year before—screamed. “She’s in league with demons and the dark gods.”

      She wished. At least the dark gods protected their own.

      The knight stared at her for several moments. If she could, she wouldn’t have been too proud to beg for mercy. But, even if she could speak, she wouldn’t bother. Those cold violet eyes of his told her it would have done no good anyway.

      If only you’d fucked him like you wanted to, he might feel slightly obligated to help you. But you had to be a hard bitch.

      Of course, according to her husband, she was always a hard bitch.

      With a bored sigh, her knight turned and walked away, disappearing into the surrounding woods.

      Typical. Even a brave knight wouldn’t help her. Every day her life grew more and more pathetic.

      “Die, witch! Die!” How lovely. Her own “dear” husband started up that endearing chant. The bastard. She’d meet him on the other side when his time came and she’d make sure he suffered for eternity.

      The noose tightened a bit and she felt more of her life slip away while they continued to pile extra wood around the stake.

      Funny how one’s mind plays tricks when so close to dying.

      For instance, if she didn’t know better, she’d swear that was a giant silver dragon ambling out of the forest. An enormous, amazing creature, with a silver mane of hair that gleamed in the morning sunshine and nearly swept the shaking ground at its feet. Two massive white horns sat atop its head and a long tail, with what looked to be a dagger-sharp tip, swung lazily behind him.

      Silently, he stood behind the townspeople. So focused on her, they were completely unaware of his presence. Who knew I could be so fascinating as to distract an entire town? Of course, they could also be ignoring the dragon because it was simply a figment of her imagination. A dream of a grand rescue that would never come.

      Her fantasy dragon leaned forward and nudged Julius the baker with the tip of his snout. Julius glanced behind him, nodded and turned back to her. Then he froze where he stood…just before he pissed himself. That’s when his wife glanced at him and behind him. She screamed, grabbed her son, who had been seconds away from throwing a rather large rock at Talaith, and ran. Soon after, the rest of the townsfolk caught sight of her fantasy dragon, screamed and bolted away.

      She frowned. Perhaps she still had enough of her power so she could conjure the image of the beast, but somehow she doubted it.

      The dragon shot out a few flames at the retreating humans, but nothing to do any real harm. Finally, it stared at her for several moments, turned and walked off.

      Unbelievable. Even my rescue fantasies are disasters.

      But as she wondered if her afterlife would be as pathetic as her current life, the dragon’s tail whipped out. The tip cut through the rope that hung her from the tree, and she dropped.

      Expecting her ass to hit the unforgiving ground at any moment, she tensed in surprise as the tail wrapped itself around her body and held her.

      Now that the noose was not so tight, her senses slowly came back to her. That’s when she realized a tail really did have her. A tail attached to an enormous dragon casually walking through the forest. She tried to move out of its grasp, but the tail pinned her arms—with her still bound wrists—against her body. And her noose still tight enough she couldn’t call for help.

      Of course, who would she call? Her husband? Probably not. Lord Hamish, ruler of these lands? If she had the strength, she would have laughed at that.

      No. It looked as if she was going to be the breakfast of a monster.

      As the dragon made it into a clearing and suddenly took to the air—with her still wrapped up in its tail—Talaith had only one thought…

      Typical.

      Briec the Mighty, second oldest in the House of Gwalchmai fab Gwyar, second in line to the throne of the White Dragon Queen, Shield Hero of the Dragon Wars, Lord Defender of the Dragon Queen’s Throne and, as far as he was concerned, the only sane one of his kin, headed to a nice, quiet spot. Some place by water would be nice. It would be at least two days before he made it back to his den, but he wanted to take a good look at his prize. Preferably without the puffiness that comes with being hung from a noose.

      True, his sister awaited the information he had about Lord Hamish, which wasn’t much. But when he decided to stay in the village, he’d passed the minute bit of information on to one of the Garbhán Isle soldiers waiting outside Madron lands. As it was, Briec couldn’t believe he’d run an “errand.” For his brother’s bitch, no less. She’d actually sent him to find out if Hamish was preparing to make a move on Garbhán Isle. From what Briec could tell, Hamish wasn’t planning anything. Still, he was Briec the Mighty sent to do this menial task. Really he should have killed the woman when he had the chance. But his brother Fearghus seemed so fond of her. Although for the life of him he couldn’t understand why.

      Scarred and insane that one, and Briec would rather spend his long years with a nest of vipers.

      Yet, he’d never seen his brother so…well…happy. The crazy cow made him smile. Cranky, unfriendly, “kill you as soon as look at you” Fearghus the Destroyer smiling. It confused Briec.

      Briec himself wasn’t unhappy. But he wasn’t that happy either. And lately he’d been wondering how one achieved that level of happiness. He wondered if it had to do with Fearghus’s human female and if the same would work for him.

      When he saw his dark beauty in the village, Briec thought, Why the hell not?

      He’d returned to the village early that morning to sniff her out, destroy her husband if he interfered and take her home with him. But Briec never expected to find the entire town trying to execute her while turning the event into a family gathering.

      And they called dragons “monsters.”

      Besides, he’d reminded himself at the time, if you rescue her she’ll be grateful. According to his younger brother Gwenvael there was nothing more accommodating than a grateful human female.

      Briec looked down, the two suns glinting off a large lake catching his eye. A perfect place for taking a little break and getting to know his new human.

      They landed by the water’s edge and Briec immediately released her from his tail. As he expected, she pulled herself into a tight ball. Her eyes tightly closed, her entire body shaking. Dragonfear. No, Briec didn’t understand it, but he respected it. Dragons were awesome beings, so humans should quake in fear. At least for a little while.

      Briec yawned and glanced around the dark bit of forest he discovered. It was nice. Shame a cave wasn’t nearby. Although he hated the thought of moving. After two hundred and sixty-two years, he’d collected quite a lot of treasure. Besides, he liked his den.

      As he was wondering how long

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