Blame It on the Moon: An urban fantasy romance (Destiny Paramortals Book 4) by Livia Quinn

Author:Livia Quinn [Quinn, Livia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Campbell Hill Publishing
Published: 2015-07-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Conor

I was told to get over myself, but I’m a bloody dragon.

There was a slow burning fire in my belly, the dragon anxious to take action, sensing an impending attack from the enemy’s hoard. So far what we hae confronted had been like a play or foreplay to a bigger confrontation. “Ach, it feels wrong…like we’re being played,” I said to no one.

Was it the Vouivre? My most trusted instincts told me she was a victim. If not for the timing of other events and our need for these waters to bring the Faethrough and for Dylan’s healing, she could stay here, and I could concentrate on hunting the evil that lurked, waiting until I was engaged elsewhere. So if not Vivie, who? What?

I reviewed the events of the last days. Who was aware of Le Vouivre, her predicament? As far as I knew, only trusted friends and Freddie.

“Fred, has anyone questioned you about Vivie, about our plans for her?”

Freddie, deep into his trance-like connection with the elemental, simply shook his head.

Montana’s boots squeaked on the sodden grass and I turned to take in the sight of her stridin’ down the slope in her black leather, short swords clinging to her thighs. Watchin’ her never ceased to set my blood racing and the heat whistling down into my Dragon’s soul. Never in the long centuries I’d lived had I met a woman so strong, so confident, so…Drakos, what had happened to me?

“My lady,” I bowed slightly then grabbed her and while the courtly gesture caught her off guard, I kissed her until the fire burned hot and steady betwixt us.

She kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my forehead, to see if it was as sensitive on my man form as my dragon’s. I closed my eyes and her voice came out low and sexy, “You say the sweetest things, my dragon.”

I love it when she calls me “her dragon”. Branislava is not given to easy endearments—this, because of her uncommon drive to protect women, mostly from abusive males. And whatever it was, had happened to my woman as well.

My. Woman. She trusted me. It gave me great satisfaction. I grinned.

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