Eternity's Mark by Maeve Greyson

Author:Maeve Greyson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2012-01-24T05:00:00+00:00

The lights flashed with less erratic frenzy as long as he played the music. The little beast responded best to the sweetness of the violins; the string music floating through the air seemed to lessen the creature’s building hysteria.

Sloan leaned forward, resting his fingertips on the warm, pebbled surface of the egg and wished for the hundredth time that he’d been born with the powers of a guardian. Untold power and access to endless riches coiled right beneath his fingertips, and yet he couldn’t obtain it. Blast the rules of Draecna magic and their ridiculous, tenuous existence. Sloan ground his teeth as the hatchling shifted positions within the egg and slithered against the shell. “If ye weren’t so damned particular, I could call ye forth rather than wait for some weak human from the other side.”

A shuffling grunt at the doorway interrupted his brooding conversation with the egg and resulted in an immediate flash of fury pumping through his veins. Who dared interrupt him in his private chambers? Mia wasn’t due back from Taroc Na Mor, and all the other servants knew better than to bother him unless he summoned them.

“This better be good!” Sloan sneered at the polished slate door as it shushed its way open across the thick plush of the carpeted floor. Curling his hands on either side of the egg, he scowled at the doorway, waiting to see who was stupid enough to put their own neck in a noose.

As the figure hitched its way out of the shadows of the hallway, Sloan relaxed back into the depths of his wingback chair. “Ah, it is you, my friend. I hadna expected to see you this evening. I thought ye had returned to the caverns.” Sloan drummed his nails on the desk. In fact, Sloan hadn’t expected to see the dark one unless he summoned him for another delicate assignment.

The lone soul remained silent, pointed at the egg resting in the center of Sloan’s oval desk, then pointed back at Sloan.

“Yes, I appreciate your getting me the egg and I paid ye for your troubles, remember?” Pushing back from the desk, Sloan tensed his satin-clad legs against the front of his chair and tapped his fingers in time with his words. He studied his guest and controlled his voice. By the infernal fires, he wasn’t in the mood to be patient this evening.

His visitor reached over, tapped once on the egg, then raised his head and looked up at Sloan with an expectant frown.

Rubbing the back of his fingers against the silver stubble gathering beneath his chin, Sloan’s irritation flared. His well-paid thief had served his purpose. It was time for him to disappear into the mountains of Erastaed until summoned again. If not for the fact he might need him in the future, Sloan would have disposed of him in a more permanent manner. He was a secret weapon that could still prove useful especially the way things were going on the other side. Lowering his

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