Fallen Captive (The Fallen Cross Legion Book 2) by Aliya DalRae

Author:Aliya DalRae [DalRae, Aliya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal & Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Adult Themes, The Shifters Mate, Supernatural Fantasy, Protection & Safety, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Multicultural & Interspecies Relationships, Romantic Schemes, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Mythical Creatures, Action & Adventure, Violence & Crime Story, SciFi Fantasy Romance, Hearts Desire, Futuristic, The Fallen Cross Legion Series, Scottish Vampire
Publisher: Aliya DalRae
Published: 2019-06-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

H arrier led the way to his room, a protective arm around his wayward sister. Like him, Rebecca had never been one to show affection, unless, of course, she was trying to prove a point. For him to be the one providing her with comfort, that was irony at its finest.

As they turned the corner into the hall they sought, Mason approached from the opposite direction. His brow was drawn into a sharp V and his dark, normally impeccable hair looked as though he’d had his hands through it, and often.

“Warlord,” Harrier said, mostly because he didn’t think Mason knew they were there. The male glanced up, took a long look at Harrier and his sister, and his frown deepened.

“You remember my sister? From dinner,” Harrier said. “Rebecca, this is Mason, Warlord of the Fallen Cross Legion.

“Yippee,” Rebecca muttered, and Harrier gave her arm a warning squeeze, as Mason was spending entirely too much time looking at her. The way things were going, Harrier wouldn’t put it past him to offer her up to the Primeval for Nox’s return.

“Lovely.”

“Sorry?” Harrier said, certain he’d misunderstood.

Mason cleared his throat, schooled his face and said, “Apologies. Lovely to meet you, Rebecca. If you’ll excuse me?” He then pushed past them, let himself into his room and slammed the door.

Harrier turned Rebecca to face him. “Could you not have shown my Warlord a wee bit of respect?”

“Why?”

“Because.” Harrier waved a hand in the air. “Warlord?”

Rebecca snorted. “So, what? You’re a big time Warrior, Mother is a Seer, Magnus is the almighty Primeval…”

“One of the Primeval,” Harrier reminded her.

“Whatever. Superior assholes, one and all.”

Harrier unlocked his door, gave Rebecca a gentle shove into the room. “You do realize you included me in that list.”

Rebecca threw herself onto the bed, her legs dangling off the end and an arm draped over her eyes. “Yeah, well, not all assholes are completely worthless.”

Harrier shut the door and perched on the edge of the bed. Rebecca sat up on her elbows and said, “So why is everyone so upset about this Nox guy? I mean, him and Raven? Waste of Vampire flesh from what I’ve heard.”

“Depends who you ask, I suppose.”

Rebecca laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding. Who in the world would think either of them worth putting their neck on the line to save.”

“Nox isn’t so bad,” Harrier said, “and Raven, well…”

“Raven’s a monster. How did he ever get pardoned by the Primeval? That’s a story I’d love to hear. Not now, of course. I’ve got way too much crap running through my head to be able to enjoy it properly. Still, I’ve heard some pretty incredible stories, and none of it says, ‘rehabilitation material’ to me.”

Harrier patted her on the leg and sighed. “I’ll be the first to admit he’s not my favorite person, but that’s personal, and not something I care to talk about. However, I’ll also admit that he’s not the same male who terrorized the race all those centuries ago, especially when Nox is nearby to soothe the savage beast.

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