Dragon's Vow: A Dragons of Ascavar Novella by J.D. Monroe

Author:J.D. Monroe [Monroe, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mighty Fine Books, LLC
Published: 2019-03-06T16:00:00+00:00

Zayir Moltenheart felt like a naughty teenager as he sat at his sister’s table and watched Ohrena drink from an ornate silver goblet with the same lips that had just been wrapped around him hours earlier. It was a good thing she sat across from him. If she was next to him, he’d have his hand up her skirt, formal dinner be damned.

His heart raced as he contemplated taking her into his bed. There was little to imagine; she’d shown him the masterpiece of her naked form already. He’d just been too stupid and presumptuous to appreciate it. Perhaps he would punish her for making him wait until after this interminable dinner. Oh yes. He would tease her with his touch, exploring every inch of her until she begged for him. His blood stirred at the thought, at the beautiful image of her cheeks flushed, back arched and skin glistening with sweat as he made love to her.

“What do you think, my prince?” Ohrena said calmly. “You’ve been so very quiet.”

He startled, afraid she’d somehow seen the images in his mind. He had no clue what she was talking about, and judging by her playful expression, she knew it. “I think your judgment would be far better than mine, my dear.”

She smirked. “I had thought you—”

The wooden doors to the dining room flew open with a bang. Zayir sobered, watching as Kaldir dashed down the central aisle. Behind him, a neat formation of eight Ironblade soldiers followed, spreading out to cover the table. Zayir surveyed the room, instinctively breathing deep to stoke the fire in his chest. “What’s going on?” he asked. Even as he spoke, he was noting the exits.

“We must go,” Kaldir said. His dark hair was disheveled. “My queen, come with me.”

“What is it?” Zayir asked.

His friend glanced at him, his expression focused and somber. “There is an attack in the Veins. I want everyone secure.”

Zayir beckoned to Ohrena. “We have to go,” he said. She nodded and left her dinner, gathering up her flowing skirt to hurry around the table to him.

“Where are we going?” his niece Shadiah asked.

“We are going on an adventure. We must be very quick and very quiet,” Zayir said smoothly, bending to pick her up. With her balanced on his hip, he offered his free hand to Ohrena. Ahead of them, Kaldir led the pack, with four of the Ironblade surrounding Tarim and her husband. Zersekh carried Izarel, their other daughter. His sister looked back, eyes wide with fear as she searched. “I have her,” he called. Tarim nodded, then reached up to stroke Izarel’s hair as they followed Kaldir.

Let it be anything but the Thorn. If this was an attack, the tiny bit of peace he’d made with Ohrena would fall apart.

Ohrena’s hand gripped his tightly as they hurried out of the dining room, following Kaldir down a narrow side hallway. Zayir listened, trying to hear the sounds of a struggle, but heard only the noisy scuffle of feet and quiet conversation in the halls.

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