Frost and Flame (Gods of War) by Gena Showalter

Author:Gena Showalter [Showalter, Gena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2019-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

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MUST GET TO NOLA.

Nearing frantic desperation, Bane secured his goggles around his neck, strapped Valor’s sword to his back and anchored a piece of Union’s belt around each of his biceps. The beast had sheared the link in half, turning one weapon into two. To his shock, both worked! Strength hummed inside his bones and flowed into his muscles. More strength than he’d ever wielded.

Must get to Nola. Must protect her.

Must not hurt her.

The beast protested, only to go quiet, as if uncertain about the best way to proceed. That was a first.

The lair had been destroyed. The sunny island had been the last place anyone should have thought to look for him. So how had Union learned his location?

All Bane knew for sure? If one combatant had found him, others would, too. And soon. But he had nowhere else to go. Where was Nola? How terribly had he harmed her? How much did she hate him?

When Bane had transformed, something shocking had happened. He’d remained aware as the beast overtook him. Another first. Maybe because he’d fought harder than ever before, determined to save his princess.

He’d learned the shoulder wound bothered the beast, too, a vulnerability they could ill afford.

A more shocking development? Nola’s unwavering bravery.

She’d faced the beast, unflinching. And, though she’d been racked by pain, she’d issued no orders. Instead, she’d petted the fiend’s snout and offered friendship.

The beast—now named Drogo, apparently—hadn’t made up his mind about her. He was confused, and annoyed about it.

Bane had severely underestimated this precious female, with her kind heart and plucky determination. Her quiet strength blew his mind. She had something he envied: an ability to remain calm while the world crumbled around her—or when a dragon contemplated the many ways to end her life.

Scowling, Bane paced underneath the tarp, thoughts of Nola tolling on. If Drogo hadn’t decided to let her go, she would have died. She would have died badly, and Bane would have been unable to save her.

Can’t lose her. Not her.

He stutter-stepped. I care about the woman who controls my future? He...might.

Damn it! From now on, he had to remain on emotional guard.

Since the transformation had torn his clothes to shreds, Bane stalked to the trunk and liberated a pair of leathers and combat boots. As soon as he’d tucked his shaft behind his fly, he reached out to Nola.

Where are you, dove? Dove? The endearment left him without permission, and yet it fit her: small, delicate and graceful. The beast is caged. You have nothing to fear from me, I swear it.

An extended pause. Then—I’m home.—

Her breathy voice filled his head, igniting powerful, seething lust. He told himself, Must remain on guard.

Then, he pushed his voice into her head once again, saying, I won’t harm you again, you have my word. Tell me to come to you. Please. Would she do it? Let me teach you how to fight, how to lead your soldiers and how to help me defeat Aveline. You can yell at me for what Drogo did.

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