House of Stone by Vaughn R. Demont

Author:Vaughn R. Demont [Demont, Vaughn R.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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tainted dream. He is wanted for…” the black-haired knight smirks, “… questioning in several matters, among other things.”

Fuck that.

I whisper as softly as I can. “Rem, Ra’Keth, please, I need you.”

The apparition appears at my side, overlooking the situation. Everyone is oblivious to his presence.

“So now my services are required? You Fae do nothing halfway, do you?”

“Help me, ancestor. Grant me the power to sing their deaths.”

“You don’t get it, do you? I’m not some demon or tempter, Richard. And now the honorifics come?

When you want something? When you believe I can snap my fingers and solve your problems? I can help

you understand your power, but not in the time you will have to resolve this crisis. It lies at your feet, scion.

Not mine.” And he vanishes. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Okay. I can figure a way around this. I point the blade at the black-haired knight.

“And if I decide to fight?”

“That would be your third choice: We kill you here. I am well aware that you are forbidden from

drawing the Azure Blade, Count Stone.” He holds up the scabbard of my family sword. “It is a good thing

that I suffer from no such limitation.”

He shoves Jen to the ground, where she falls in a heap. The four knights part to allow their superior

through and then secure my wife. The knight-captain draws the Azure Blade. My father’s blade. My

family’s blade.

And it ignites in a brilliant cerulean blaze.

My knees threaten to buckle. “No…”

“Would that it were so easy to take it from you, Count Stone, but protocol is protocol.” He drops it to

the concrete below, where it clatters loudly. I can feel tears welling in my eyes. The knight-captain looks over at me and smiles. “I would suppose that the Firemanes are not as privileged as they would make us

believe. Custodians of the Azure Blade, are you? A common pooka could wield this trash.” He kicks it

away.

“Fuck you.” The words are soft, hurt, my authority bleeding out of me. I still hold the blade steady as

he turns his back on me, another insult.

“Kill him. Make it quick. Let him die a noble’s death.” The knights advance toward me, and I draw in

breath, preparing to sing.

“Stop.” Sim is out of the car. No, no, no. “I will not permit you to harm him.”

The knights laugh in return.

“Sim, get in the damned car and go.”

“No, Your Excellency.” He steps forward, toward the knight-captain. “I will go with you.”

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