Twisted Captive by Patricia D Eddy

Author:Patricia D Eddy
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-03-24T04:00:00+00:00

At the edge of the forest, I once more strip out of my clothing, fold it carefully, and tuck it all into the leather bag. Naked, the early autumn breeze tickles my skin, and I stare up at the tower. At Aurelia’s window.

I am coming for you, my darling. We will survive this. Together.

My dragon takes flight, the leather bag clutched in his talons. Exhaustion presses down on me, and I struggle to maintain the magic that hides me from Fae eyes. Our landing on the tower roof is nowhere near as graceful as it was the previous night, and I cringe as my beast relinquishes control and I shift back into a man. I only pause long enough to pull on my pants and shoes before securing the leather strap to the capstone and rappelling down to Aurelia’s window.

The moment I land in a crouch in the tower room, I know something is very, very wrong. Her scent has faded, and that of a male Fae lingers. The fucking Prince.

When I see her clothing torn to shreds on the stone floor, rage consumes me. My dragon whines, desperate to take control and destroy everything and everyone that had a part in her pain.

If she is not here, she is with him. My mind reels. He could be torturing her. Or worse. Touching her. Convincing her to mate with him.

No. I will not lose her.

Jamming my hand under the thin mattress, I find the bag of iron shavings. She did not use them.

“He fed me this sweet nectar. And then I could no longer think clearly. I started to wonder…would it really be that bad here?

Fuck. He turned her. Fed her, drugged her, and charmed her into loving him.

Except, I can still sense Aurelia. Her heart. We are still linked in some way, so she has not completely turned to his side.

“Aurelia, my darling. Can you hear me?” I sling my bag over my shoulder and stride for the door. It opens easily at my touch, revealing a long hallway with oil lamps every few feet. Letting my dragon take control, I scent my mate and head to the left.

“Roarke! Run!” Her terrorized scream sends my heart leaping into my throat, and my dragon roars so loudly, it shakes the tower walls. He’s so close to the surface, my skin starts to shift into dark green scales along the backs of my hands, and sharp talons extend from my fingers.

At the top of the stairs, the Prince holds Aurelia against him. Her hands are bound, and his fingers wrap around her throat. Her white silk gown leaves little to the imagination, and my anger flares white hot.

“Let. Her. Go,” I shout as I reach for the dagger. But the talons make gripping anything difficult, and I come away empty handed. Before I can try again, men who feel more like gargoyles than Fae slam into me from behind, and I go down, hard. Fists rain over my back, and I let my dragon take control.

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