Heart of the Hunter (Dragon Chalice) by Lara Adrian

Author:Lara Adrian [Adrian, Lara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Lara Adrian, LLC
Published: 2012-03-24T04:00:00+00:00

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It seemed as though Braedon had been gone for hours. Dressed in her chemise, Ariana paced the small room, marveling over the intimacy they had shared and wondering what she had done wrong to make him leave so abruptly. Her mouth still burned with the memory of his kiss, as did other, more shameful parts of her body. Her wantonness shocked her, it was so foreign to anything she had ever experienced before. Now that he was gone, she felt utterly empty and confused.

She didn't know what she felt for Braedon now. All she knew was that she missed him with a keenness that bordered on anguish, a deep desire to be near him, even if he was scowling and brooding and striving so hard to shut her out of his heart.

She wanted to apologize for whatever she had done to disappoint him, so when she heard his careful footsteps in the corridor outside their room, his staccato rap on the thick oak panel, she flew to the door and scarcely hesitated to throw open the latch and let him in.

"Braedon," she said as the door swung wide and his broad shoulders and torso filled the frame. "Braedon, I'm sorry..."

Her gaze settled on a massive chest garbed in chain mail and black wool. A chest emblazoned with a fierce dragon rampant, snarling in the center of it. A low chuckle rumbled out of that dragon's flame-breathing mouth, the thunderous roll of laughter sounding wickedly arrogant and menacing. Blood-red wool draped the wide bulk of the intruder's shoulders, the heavy winter mantle falling in dark waves around his large frame and spurred black boots. Uneasily, Ariana dragged her stunned gaze upward, to a hard, chiseled face. Green eyes fringed in midnight-black lashes swept over her disheveled appearance in an appreciative, if uncompassionate, glance.

"Nay, demoiselle. I am not Braedon. For once I find I wholeheartedly regret that fact." He bared a row of straight white teeth, a devastating smile even on a devil like the one standing before her now. Another knight moved in behind him, but her gaze remained fixed and stricken on the angel of death who stood before her, his gloved hand resting on the gleaming hilt of a sheathed broadsword. "I'm sorry to disturb, Lady Ariana, but I believe you have something I want."

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