Dragonbane(Dark Hunter,book 24)(32) by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Illarion ignored them all. Screw the pleasantries. We need to get to Max. Where is he?
Hadyn’s frown melted to a mask of shock. “Anyone else think it odd that one uncle can’t see and the other can’t speak? Is there a reason for that?”
Blaise shot a jolt at him that left him yelping. “Careful, whelp. I don’t need my sight in this form to spank your ass. As for the voice, Illarion had his vocal cords cut by moronic humans trying to stop him from breathing fire when he was a kid. Be glad they didn’t get their hands on you.”
He immediately hung his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend either of you. I’m an insensitive idiot who doesn’t always check with my brain before I engage my mouth, especially when I’m hurting. If it makes you feel any better, in the last twenty-four hours, I had three demons try to eat me for dinner, a dozen Arcadians kick the crap out of me, and my sister scream my eardrums to bleeding. Pretty sure I lost some testosterone along the way. Definitely a shit-ton of pride and dignity.”
“Hadyn! Watch your mouth!”
Shaking her head, Seraphina went and grabbed Maxis’s battle sword from the hanger that secured it to his wall near the door. As she started to leave, Illarion caught her. What are you doing?
“You and Blaise watch the kids. I’m headed after Maxis.”
“That would be a profoundly bad idea.”
Seraphina glanced over her shoulder to see Fang standing in the now open doorway. “Excuse me?”
He stepped aside to show her the tall, dark-haired Arcadian Sentinel behind him. Only this wasn’t his brother Vane. It was another Drakos.
One she’d never met before. Dressed in medieval chain mail and yellow surcoat, and with his hair pulled back in a ponytail, he had an aura of regal refinement and fierce, arrogant warrior. While most Sentinels chose to hide their facial markings with their magick, his were more than apparent.
Fang gestured between them. “Seraphina Drago, meet Sebastian Kattalakis, Prince of Arcadia.”
Her jaw went slack as she realized that this was one of the royal princes. A direct descendant of Lycaon, the Arcadian king who’d founded their race.
But before she could bow to him, Illarion snorted disdainfully. So-fucking-what, Fang? You’re a Kattalakis, too.
Sebastian arched an arrogant brow at his rude dismissal. “Yes, but my grandfather was the king’s son. The original Apollite heir born from his queen, Mysene.”
Well la-di-da, Mr. Fancy Pants. Aren’t you special? You want a hero cookie to go with that title?
Blaise feigned a coughing fit. “Excuse me. I’m having a weird Kerrigan flashback. Should I leave now before lethal things start flying?”
No, I’m the one leaving. My brother needs me and the air in here is suddenly stale.
“Wait!” Sebastian ordered in a tone that left Illarion with a soured expression on his handsome face. One that said Sebastian was about to be in serious pain.
Or in a burn ward.
“I came here to warn Fang about what was happening. A few minutes ago, I received a summons from my cousin to attend a harrowing for the Dragonbane he’s captured.”
Seraphina gasped at his words.
Why did you come here?
Sebastian shrugged at Illarion’s belligerent question. “I thought you might want to get word to Savitar to stop it. As a limani, Fang has the ability to contact him. I don’t. And having been harrowed, myself, I don’t condone it against another. Ever. I find the whole practice of it distasteful and beneath both our species.”
Seraphina couldn’t agree more.
Illarion glared at each of them in turn. What did you people do? Take out ads? For thousands of years, Max stayed hidden and safe. He pinned that hostile glare on her. You come back into his life for five minutes and it starts falling apart again. Everyone now knows who he is and they’re all attacking him. Why do you have to ruin his life every time you come near it?
“That’s not fair!”
No, it isn’t! He never did anything to you, except try to protect you. I wish you’d do him a favor and get out of his life before you kill him.
Blaise gasped. “Illarion…”
Don’t, brother. It’s the truth I speak. We’re all thinking it. I just said it. I’m sick to death of watching my brother bleed for her.
Seraphina took a step toward him, intending to make him eat those words, but before she could, a loud thump sounded on the other side of the curtains.
All of them froze.
In unison, they turned toward the unexpected rustling. An exasperated sigh was punctuated by the curtains parting only enough to launch a round object from between them. It shot across the room and landed with another wet, squishy thump on the floor before it rolled a few feet.
Edena shrieked and danced toward her brother as the object came to rest near her and turned out to be a disembodied human head.
An instant later, a huge, spiny dragon poked his head out from between the curtains to offer a lopsided grin. “Sorry, love. Didn’t realize anyone was here.”
Seraphina gaped at the sight of Maxis lying there as if nothing unusual had happened.
He arched one dragon brow at Sebastian. “Hope that’s not a friend of yours. And if it is, tough shit. He was an asshole. Anyone got some extra-large dental floss on them? I’ve got a chunk of Arcadian dragonslayer stuck in my teeth. Nasty-tasting stuff, that. And Illarion, you’re wrong. It does not taste like chicken. More like three-day-old rotten ass.”
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