Vengeance From The Dark (D'Vaire Book 3) by Jessamyn Kingley

Author:Jessamyn Kingley [Kingley, Jessamyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

After dinner the following night, Talfryn opened one of the mostly glass doors that separated the kitchen from the outside and stepped onto the wooden deck. He needed a quiet place to think. The day before, he had woken up next to Lorcan and without thinking, he’d leaned close and given in to the urge to press their mouths close. Lorcan had freaked and Talfryn hadn’t seen him since. Sinking down onto one of the chaise lounges, Talfryn propped his elbows on his knees and with a gusty sigh, rested his chin on his upturned hands.

His eyes closed as he mentally kicked himself and when he opened them again, he was momentarily disoriented because the sun was no longer shining above him as it had been just seconds before. Looking up he saw the sky was full of dragons or more accurately full of one extremely large blue-and-black beast flanked by his dukes. Aleksander’s dragon was magnificent and more than twice the size of Brogan and Dravyn. Without a cloud above them, their scales glinted like diamonds in the evening light. Brogan’s blue was nearly as dark as Aleksander’s but missing the black dual coloring that made the D’Vaire king so unique, and Dravyn’s forest green made an earthy contrast.

Talfryn watched them soar over Dravyn’s gardens and pass through Dra’Kaedan’s nearly invisible barrier protecting their home. Aleksander routinely flew beyond his own land and the patch of green that had been given to Dra’Kaedan by the Council when his title had been restored to truly stretch his wings. By chance, the renovations their home had undergone had introduced them to their neighbors: a clan of griffins who owned and operated a renovation business. Harley Griffinis, the leader of the griffins, had given Aleksander and his dukes, who never allowed him to fly alone, free access to their patch of sky.

It was impossible as an elf, who always kept his feet firmly on the ground, not to imagine what it must be like to take to the air. Talfryn wondered if your worries and troubles simply melted away when you allowed your beast to take the driver’s seat. He wondered if it was the same if you were part demon. Lorcan had been born with the ability to fly, and he’d lived a long life—thanks to the Cwylld, much of it alone. How many centuries had he permitted his demon to have free reign? More importantly, what the hell had Lorcan been doing all day while avoiding meals and just as significantly ignoring Talfryn’s repeated attempts to get him to answer his door?

The last thing Talfryn wanted was for Lorcan to skip out on eating; he didn’t want his mate sleeping on the floor, or forgoing good personal hygiene. He deserved better than that, and Talfryn was going to make sure he understood it—if only he could figure out how to get Lorcan to speak to him. Talfryn supposed he could just yell through the bedroom door, but that was unlikely to get him any positive results.

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