Starwalker (Starborn 1) (Sci-Fi Fantasy Romance) by P. Jameson

Author:P. Jameson [Jameson, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Sci-fi Fantasy, Romance, Vampires, Paranormal, Fiction, Adult, Erotic, Non-Burning, Star, Secret Existence, Celestials, Orphaned, Feel Nothing, Mate, Struggles, Fierce Warrior, Thousand Years, Fate Tricks, Nova Guard, Challenge, Threats, Citizens, Brilliette, Together, Fantasy, Supernatural, Space Travel
Goodreads: 26368945
Publisher: P. Jameson
Published: 2015-09-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Davian, leader of the Helix, paced back and forth inside his tent, hating that his abode was a dwelling made of canvas while the inhabitants of the city lavished away in castles of glistening splendor. He took a long, deep breath hoping to ease his anger into a more subtle annoyance.

The mission had been thwarted. He knew it because the soldiers he’d sent to An`gel had not returned with the target and there had been no communication since they’d entered the city.

This was bad. Very bad.

Now he’d have to pull his spies from the borders and send in another team to fetch the target. And this was only stage one of the takedown of An`gel. If his men and women couldn’t handle such a simple mission, how would they fare through stages two through four?

He viciously kicked away a too small chair, sending it flying into one of the canvas walls. He hated the thing as much as he hated the Ice Dwellers. It reminded him of everything he wanted but couldn’t have. For example, he wanted a bigger fucking chair. One the size of a throne perhaps. But no, he had this rinky-dinky thing with four spindly little legs.

Fists clenched, he forced his breath in through his nose and out his mouth. Calm, calm, calm.

He hated having to work on his temper but it was so very necessary. If he wanted to be king someday he had to make people think he was in complete control—including of himself.

Yes… calm.

Just the mere thought of ruling Brilliette had him smiling in earnest.

Everyone thought royals were obsolete, no longer of import, essentially useless though they were respected for their station. But he knew the truth of it: royal blood was the only saving grace for the star and the people who dwelt thereon. It had been foretold by the Fates… and the Fates were never wrong. Even though Davian didn’t know in what context the star would need saving, he was smart enough to pay heed to the prophetic ramblings of the sisters when they’d come to him in a dream.

No, he would not ignore such a golden little nugget. And soon, he would have his own royal to lord over. To use for his benefit whenever the shit fell on An`gel. To dole out to his people if they pleased him.

Soon, all would bow to him… because they would have to.

They would have to or they would die.

And he couldn’t wait for that day to come.

***

The tossing and the turning wasn’t working for Emmalyn. She couldn’t seem to get warm even though the ket seemed to be working properly. One more flop from her back to her front and she was done. Throwing the thick fur blankets from her legs, she got up and padded downstairs in her footwool. As she went, she felt her eyes swell with tears but she blinked them back, determined to make the night hers again.

In the kitchen, she got out a mug and filled the kettle with water—water that flowed easily from the tap.

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