When Darkness Ends(Guardians of Eternity,book 12)(41) by Alexandra Ivy
Styx nodded. “Agreed.”
Cyn grimaced. “The question now is how do we discover who he is?”
“I’m more interested in how to protect you,” Styx said, his gaze moving to Fallon. “No more snooping on the Commission.”
Cyn felt Fallon flinch at the direct command, but this time she didn’t allow her ingrained manners to overcome what she believed to be right.
“That’s not your decision to make,” she informed the towering warrior.
Styx narrowed his gaze. “Are you trying to get Cyn killed?”
Fallon refused to bend, but Cyn didn’t miss her tiny step closer to him. A step that pleased the hell out of him.
“I’m trying to halt a looming genocide,” she said.
“She’s right, Styx,” Cyn swiftly agreed. “As much as I want to put a halt to this, we can’t risk the Oracles being under the compulsion of some unknown enemy.”
Styx studied them with a speculative expression, silently considering their options.
It didn’t take long.
They didn’t have enough information to do anything but follow Siljar’s orders. Not when they risked making matters worse.
“What do you need from me?” Styx demanded.
“For now . . .” Cyn forgot what he was going to say as the rich scent of aged whiskey threaded its way through the air. “What the hell?”
“Magnus,” Fallon said, the word so low he barely heard it.
“The fairy prince?” Cyn growled even as there was a weird prickle of energy that brushed over his skin.
At the same time, a tall man with a long mane of shocking red hair appeared in the center of the room.
“Chatri prince,” the stranger complained, glaring down the length of his noble nose. “It’s not difficult to remember.”
Fury slammed into Cyn with unexpected force. This too-pretty man with his cognac eyes and arrogant expression was Fallon’s fiancé. The man who thought he had the right to claim the female at his side.
Without warning, Cyn was lunging forward, intending to plant his fist in that perfect fairy face.
“Cyn, no,” a voice snarled, as a massive pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him in place.
Cyn grunted, struggling to break free of the painful bear hug. An impossible task. Even if he’d been at full strength.
Trapped by the unmovable object known as Styx, Cyn was forced to content himself with glaring over the Anasso’s shoulder at the unwelcome intruder.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
The bastard calmly smoothed a hand down the sleeve of his jade silk shirt that he’d tucked into a pair of black slacks, pausing to pick an invisible piece of fluff from his sleeve.
“I followed my fiancée’s imprint.”
Fiancée? Oh hell, no.
Cyn gave another furious attempt to break free. “What does that mean?”
It was Fallon who answered. “A Chatri with royal blood can trace a portal created by another fey.”
The pompous prince sent her a warning frown. “How I arrived is no business of the vampires.”
“It is if you don’t want to become dinner,” Cyn warned.
Magnus curled his lips. “You don’t frighten me, leech.”
“Then you’re an idiot,” Cyn shot back.
“Stop,” Styx commanded, turning his head to send Magnus a warning glare. “The penalty for trespassing in a vampire’s lair is death.”
The prince held up a slender hand, a strange glow surrounding his fingers. “Just as the penalty for kidnapping a Chatri princess is death.”
“No, Magnus.” Fallon took a sudden step forward, her face pale. “I wasn’t kidnapped.”
Magnus never allowed his gaze to stray from the vampires. “Do not contradict me, female.”
“She’ll do whatever the hell she wants to do,” Cyn barked.
The cognac eyes narrowed. “She belongs to me.”
No fucking way.
A red mist exploded in his mind, short-circuiting any attempt to think.
Instead it catapulted him into action.
He was going to rip off that fairy head and . . .
“God. Damn.” Styx spread his legs wide, his face tight with the effort of holding on to the crazed vampire. “Get him out of here before Cyn shows you just what happens when you piss off a berserker.”
Fallon sucked in a sharp breath, trying to rid herself of the nasty sense of panic that she always felt when in the company of her fiancé.
Magnus was never cruel. At least not physically.
But he’d lived among the Chatri royalty who firmly believed that females were little more than property. He’d bought and paid for her; now he expected her to fulfill her role as the submissive, always-dutiful fiancée.
He was the adored alpha male and she was nothing but another female expected to kneel at his feet.
Unfortunately for both of them, Fallon had never truly accepted the part she was expected to play. And it was even worse now after being away from her homeland.
Or maybe it is worse because you’ve been with a man who’s treated you as if you are more than a thing, a treacherous voice whispered in the back of her mind. Even when they were fighting, Cyn made her feel as if she were an equal opponent. And when she’d been in his arms . . .
With a smothered gasp, she hurried to grasp Magnus’s hand and tugged him out the door. This was no time to think about the shocking pleasure she’d felt when Cyn kissed her. Not when her fiancé was calling on his powers as if he intended to use them against the furious vampire that Styx was barely restraining.
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