Vampire Legacy (Book 4 of the Dragon Heat series) by Ella J. Phoenix

Author:Ella J. Phoenix [Phoenix, Ella J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Talia got dressed as fast as she could and strolled to the Great Hall before anyone noticed her absence. Just like every other common room in the Castle of Kings, the concept of the gallery design was to celebrate peace and equality amongst supernatural races. The pillars holding the tall ceiling had the words Honesty, Transparency, and Integrity carved into them in many different languages. Instead of stone, glass walls surged upward presenting the guests with a view of the manicured gardens beyond. The full moon hung low in the sky, indicating it wouldn’t be long before sunrise.

Talia paused by the door. Many dignitary guests were already there waiting for Kalaur. They chatted amongst themselves in hushed tones. The comradery experienced earlier in the evening was nowhere to be found. The draconians took the west corner of the large room. The vampires, the direct opposite end, and the fae people seemed happy to be in the middle, but the centaurs looked very out of place near the fountain. One by one, the leaders of the other races arrived and the vast hall suddenly felt as small as a peasant’s home would.

Never had Talia liked public gatherings but nothing this night could bother her. The thrill of her adventure with Petran, the adrenaline of their nearly-caught rush still pumped in her veins, making her stupidly chirpy. Oh, well, she was on the proverbial cloud nine and could care less about what people might think of her.

Someone waving from the back of the room caught her attention. It was Martha, and she was standing next to her father. He was sitting next to the fireplace and did not look good.

“Father, you look so pale,” she observed upon reaching him. She crouched down to check his temperature. At least he wasn’t colder than usual, just a bit under the norm for a dragon.

He just waved his hand in dismissal, his eyes barely opening to acknowledge her. No, this was not fever, it was alcohol. Damned Lindworm. Actually, since Kalaur had supposedly joined them in the late night drinking party, she was ready to blame him for her father’s undignified state.

“You should have gone to bed,” she added, standing up straight. As she did, her gaze landed on the tall square-jawed vampire who had just entered the room. Petran looked incredibly handsome in a black suit jacket with matching waistcoat and breeches. He didn’t wear the white socks as fashion dictated. His were dark, lending a taller and more imposing air to his figure. His green gaze met hers but none of the passion they shared not even an hour before was there. No, this wasn’t her Petran who made her squirm under his touch. This was the King of Vampires, the leader of one of the most powerful races in their world.

The seneschal, the same draco who had almost caught them red handed earlier, banged a metal staff on the floor silencing the crowd. “Dragon Lord Kalaur, leader of the Principality of Ukraine,” he announced.

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