To Catch a Rogue by Bec McMaster

Author:Bec McMaster [McMaster, Bec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bec McMaster

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"I want to see Fade."

Somehow Blaisé kept her voice steady and her shoulders squared. Don't ever show them fear, her father's voice whispered in her mind, back when he'd ruffled her hair as a child and taught her how to rule a dragon clan. Those days of familiarity between them were long gone now, but the lessons remained. She was freaking using them now, to fool the very man who'd promised her as a little girl that he'd always be there to protect her.

Ha. She hadn't been old enough then to understand the fine print on that paternal contract. Tytherion would protect her, but only as long as she wasn't a threat to him, or his power. And right now, through no fault of her own, she was becoming a threat.

Electric noise screamed out through the nightclub as the DJ swung the music to something with a throbbing beat. Sweat dripped down her spine. The security guard at the top of the stairs gave her no indication he'd heard her, simply staring at her with his arms crossed.

What the hell had she been thinking, coming here? Her presence in the nightclub could be explained. Knocking on the notorious nightclub owner's door? Not so much. If anyone saw her... She had to get this meeting over and done with before her father or one of his bullyboys realised what she was trying to negotiate. There were too many Darkkind eyes here. Exile was one of the hottest nightclubs in New York for those of the Primordial Races. Hardly the place to be carrying out secret rendezvous, but Fade's inability to ever leave the club had driven her to his door instead.

Play your games beneath Tytherion's nose. Blaisé took a deep breath. This was her only chance to save her life - and those of others.

Tall, dark and deadly glared at her. He smelled of Earth magic, of musk and blood and iron. No doubt the Darkkind creature knew how to use all of those bulging muscles too. Mother Night, what was he? The stink of him... Vaguely animalistic. "You need an appointment."

"Then can I make an appointment please?" She ground her teeth together in a polite smile.

"Do I look like a secretary?"

That did it. Blaisé stepped closer, meeting his gaze. She let the dragon inside her rise, a glimpse of it flashing through her eyes as it yawned and unfurled itself within her. Her skin felt tight, the creature inside stretching, pushing at the boundaries she imposed. "No. You look like a meal," she said, and the part that said it was all predator.

He smiled. "That's cute." The arms uncrossed and the smile died. "You think I don't know how to deal with the so-called top-of-the-food chain?"

"I think that I'm desperate," she retorted. "And I said please."

A flash of red gleamed in the pupils of his dark eyes. "And I think that you're arrogant. Go back to the dance floor, princess. Fade's got more important business to handle." His gaze slid over her with a lingering caress.

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