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DETERMINED TO BREAK the dense fog that had clouded around her mind since the dragon’s arrival, Alexia notched up her chin and fell into step behind Lotharus. After descending the spiral stair, they maneuvered down the narrow corridor to the dungeon. The dark walls on either side of them wept. Musty water and stale minerals filled the air. The scents comforted her like a reassuring security blanket would a child. She’d made this trip dozens of times. This was what she did, what she was good at. Although she never found the twisted pleasure Lotharus did in torture, she’d always successfully retrieved information she needed from her captives.

And she needed that crystal.

The sharp crack of a whip followed by a tensed, muffled groan pierced the quiet. She stopped, her heart pounding in her ears. The whip lashed again. At the answering grunt of pain, the bite mark on her neck burned. Alexia fingered the sensitive flesh, covering it with a curtain of her hair when Lotharus looked over his shoulder at her.

A moment later, they rounded the corner into the subterranean bowels of the catacomb. Lit only by torchlight, the dungeon boasted everything one might need to punish, maim or kill an enemy. An assortment of bloodied weapons hung on the flagstone walls and littered the tops of the scarred wood tables. A row of iron-barred cells lined the wall to the right, while a rack and other instruments of torture numerous rulers or their minions had collected over their centuries on earth occupied the space to the left.

Tonight, the soldiers had strung the dragon up against the center wall. His arms and legs were shackled to the sides. The silver collar was attached to a bar above him. His gorgeous body in complete human form was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Every corded and ropelike muscle was taut like a bowstring. His hard, muscled abdomen, peppered with bullet holes, flexed under the next bite of the whip.

Unbidden, her body warmed, remembering his body pressed flush against hers. Her palms burned to skate over every smooth inch of him. The peaks of her nipples tightened beneath her leather corset.

What was wrong with her?

Again, the whip lashed his flesh. She flinched at the sound.

“Come, Alexia.”

At her name, the dragon lifted his head. She stilled as striking blue eyes burned into her, watching her with unwavering intensity, even when a soldier rained another biting blow on his shoulder.

“Do you want the honors, or shall I?”

At the query, her mouth parched. Lotharus was known for his insatiable bloodlust. Somehow, although she had no idea how, she knew this dragon would not break easily. In anger, confusion and frustration she strode forward to the soldier doing the flogging. “Give it to me,” she ordered, holding out her hand.

The soldier smiled and set the leather instrument in her hand. She palmed the handle, feeling its familiar smooth line and curves. After a deep breath, Alexia put it on the table. Instead she stepped up and smacked the dragon square across the face.

“Where is the crystal?”

He slowly turned his head to face her, a cold smile in his icy eyes. “I don’t know.”

She hit him harder and asked again. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he let out a low laugh and locked his gaze on hers.

“I guess it’s true what they say about blondes.”

Alexia raked her palm across his flesh again. This time, her claws broke the skin of his handsome cheek. And this time when he stared at her, his smile held no trace of humor.

“The crystal?”

“I told you. I. Don’t. Know,” he said through clenched teeth.

“You’re going to have to lie better than that.”

“Lie? Where could I possibly be hiding it?” He nodded to his bare body.

Lotharus stepped up from behind her, offering her a spiked cat-o’-nine-tails, an instrument designed to peel flesh from bone. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

Sickness rose up her throat at his words. She swallowed it down and took the whip. The burden of it hung like a lead weight in her arm. She did not want to do this. For the first time in all her years as a warrior for her people, she did not want to torture her enemy. And she couldn’t explain why.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

At Lotharus’s prod, she knew if she didn’t whip the dragon, not only would she be punished, but Lotharus would take over the interrogation. And none ever survived Lotharus’s questioning. Ever. Although, some far corner of her mind whispered that if anyone could last more than a night in the horde dungeon, it would be this dragon lord before her.

Clamping down her jaw, Alexia stepped closer. Her eyes fixed on the dark nipples on his bloodied chest, the hard lines of his body. So different…

She stepped closer, so close that the heat from his body curled around her. She leaned forward and spoke so only he could hear. “Just tell me and end this.”

The dragon stared down at her, faint creases lining his brow. Then he looked at Lotharus and back to her. Understanding finally lit up his eyes. She noticed they stared at her with less cold revulsion, less hate. He let out a sigh as if coming to some kind of decision. Then he inclined his head toward her.

“Do your worst, vixen,” he whispered before leaning back again. “You’ll get no answer from me.” The latter he shouted loud enough for all ears to hear.

When she still did not move to strike him, the dragon smiled. “It is a shame we didn’t have just a few more minutes together, you know. I could have made you sing with pleasure,” he said with a wink.

Lotharus lurched forward, snatching the nine-tails from her hand. Alexia barely had time to duck out of the way before he swung the weapon high, raining a blow across the dragon’s golden chest.

IN ONE FLUID MOTION, Tallon landed at the causeway of the dragon’s mountain lair and shifted form, moving seamlessly from the air to the ground.

As she walked into the darkness of the cave’s mouth, the ancient stones that guarded the doorway to the inner city shifted open, allowing her passage. It had opened only a foot before she saw Falcon, Declan’s second, waiting anxiously on the other side of the wall. Tallon noticed he was dressed from head to booted foot in black combat attire and wondered if he’d come close to trailing them—wondered briefly if the outcome would have been different if he had.

Pushing the thought down, she stepped inside. At the sight of her, his handsome face lit up in a smile.

“Good, you’re back,” he said, pushing his bare shoulder off the wall. His waist-length black hair trailed behind him like a sultry veil. Tallon blinked and looked ahead as he fell into step beside her.

“The council has been awaiting you…” His words trailed off. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his brow crease when he looked over her shoulder and saw the walls closing.

“Where is Lord Declan?”

At the name, Tallon’s heart tightened and her legs almost buckled beneath her. Clutching the tattered brown satchel to her chest, she moved farther into the black outer tunnel. The air cooled with each step she took, water droplets plopping against slick stones the only sound other than her and Falcon’s footsteps. Tallon kept walking until large hands gently covered the caps of her shoulders, forcing her to turn. Although she reluctantly spun, she kept her chin down, her eyes closed. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Couldn’t acknowledge the truth her heart already knew. To say the words Declan’s gone would make it real and right now she could still pretend it had all been a bad dream.

“Tallon.” Falcon’s soft voice wrapped around her like she knew his arms wanted to. But theirs was a warrior’s society, a hard, fighting order. Weakness of any kind, especially love, was frowned upon, more than ever since the murder of their King and Queen. Her parents…Declan’s parents.

A barely audible sob hiccupped in her chest.

“Oh, gods, no.” Falcon’s fingers squeezed into her flesh with such need it seemed he’d fall over if he let go. It was then that Tallon allowed herself to look into the face she’d known since she was born. A face etched with pain and loss that mirrored her own. Tears welled in her eyes and she shook her head, still unable to speak the words aloud. Falcon nodded, silently telling her he didn’t want to hear her say them. He lifted a hand, smoothing a strand of hair from her eyes before resting his warm palm on her shoulder.

“Come, we must tell them,” he said, nestling her under the crook of his arm.

Tallon wanted to push away from him, wanted to walk into council with her head held high with pride that she and Declan had succeeded in the job they had set out to do. But the warmth of Falcon’s body filled a tiny hole in her now empty heart. Made the enormity of it all shrink away for just a brief moment. So instead, she closed her eyes, rested her head against his shoulder and allowed him to guide her.

Their mountaintop lair spilled into a network of tunnels and caverns of every size imaginable. Tallon knew every room by heart. Now Falcon led her through the hub of their inner city. She knew it with her eyes closed. The heat of too many bodies suffocated the normally cool temperature in the caves. Lights flickered behind her closed eyes. The hearty smell of spiced meats filled her nose and the hum of constant voices buzzed in her ears.

Falcon’s arms tightened as they turned down the long corridor leading to council headquarters. Once the sights and smells of the inner city faded behind her, Tallon eased from his protective grip and opened her eyes. After the briefest of pauses, Falcon released his hold on her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Falcon said nothing. He didn’t have to.

A few more steps brought them to a set of double doors. Guards stationed on either side nodded at their approach and opened the doors. Falcon and Tallon stepped inside the circular chamber. A lone chandelier hung above the table, lighting the ancient meeting room. All of the council members were present and seated. Tallon’s breath hitched at the sight. Other than Hawk, Falcon and his older brother, Kestrel, there were no elders left. Young dragons now occupied the table where just months ago, her mother, father and brother used to sit.

This war had been costly and not only to the Blacks. It touched every family in every line without discrimination or remorse.

And now it’s taken Declan.

Tallon slammed her eyes shut. The hands holding the satchel shook. The fatigue and fear she’d ignored crashed down, nearly choking her.

A deep voice sounded. “Where is your brother, Tallon?” Kestrel asked.

She lifted her chin, forcing herself to keep it together. “They caged him.”

“Damnation,” Kestrel breathed, as a collective gasp sounded in the small room.

“Was he wounded?” asked Hawk, the last surviving member of the original colony and oldest council member.

Tallon couldn’t find her voice, so she nodded in reply. Someone cursed. Another let out a long sigh. After a moment’s pause, Hawk rose, his chair scraping against the stone floor as he stood.

“And the crystal?”

The room fell silent. Eager eyes met hers. Wordlessly, Tallon held up the satchel. Rounding the table, Hawk took the bag from her, ripped it open and searched inside.

“He made me take it and leave. He wouldn’t let me stay and fight…” Her stumbled words died when Hawk removed the contents.

A rock. A plain stone sat in the center of his palm.

Wide-eyed, Tallon snatched the bag, searching every nook and crevice before chucking the useless fabric across the room. “Dammit, brother,” she shouted, slamming her palms on the table and hunching forward. Grabbing a breath, she blew it out slowly and tried to think. Only one thing came. “He must have it on him, hidden somehow. Somewhere.”

“Then we go back and get it.” Ash, a young dragon barely out of his shell, jumped to his feet. At his words, Tallon looked up, thinking he had a hard face for one so young.

“We are finished if they find it first,” Kestrel agreed.

“If they haven’t found it already.” Hawk released a sigh and smoothed a hand over his bald head before rubbing the tips of his silver goatee in thought.

“Griffon,” Tallon said. “What if we sent him in after the Queen?”

Hawk dropped his hand. “The hunter?”

“No way,” Falcon interjected, rising up to stand, as well. “We’ll not send Griffon. Not until we know what’s going on. A lord he may be, but he’s too dangerous, too reckless.” He set worried eyes on her. “Declan might still be in there. Alive,” he said through clenched teeth, his eyes wide as if telling her some silent message her desperate heart didn’t already know. However, even the hatchlings of their flock knew the tales of Griffon the hunter—the lone scavenger who lived like a ghost among his kin and killed his enemies with unnatural meticulousness at any cost. Using him wasn’t a terrific alternative, but neither was losing her brother.

“What other choice do we have?” she asked. When no one answered, Tallon’s gaze whirled around the room, taking in each man’s concentrated look. A spark of fear ignited at the plan she saw forming in their eyes. “The horde’s numbers, I’ve seen them,” she stammered. “We are too few to fight them.” She looked at Ash with his wide, eager eyes, his shaggy brown hair still dangling around his shoulders, unlike the full-grown, pure-bred males, who had hair down their backs. “We’re too young to ever hope to win.”

“Which is why we need that stone,” Hawk said with a growl, hurling the rock across the room. Tallon’s shoulders flinched and she lowered her eyes.

“Tal, we have no choice,” Falcon said, moving beside her.

“Yes, we do. We trust Declan. He knows what he’s doing. He must have a plan…”

“A plan, I wager, that did not include getting captured,” Kestrel said, finally pushing up to stand. His gray eyes fixed on her. The long strands of his straight hair, so like his brother Falcon’s and yet almost white in color, swayed with each hobbled step he took toward her. “Especially not if he had the crystal on him.” He narrowed his wary eyes on Tallon. “You’re certain he had it when you two left the catacombs?”

She reached him in two steps. Tipping her head back, Tallon met his gaze, hoping he’d read the truth in hers. “I saw it. I saw the damn thing with my own eyes.”

His massive body seemed to relax and the doubt she’d glimpsed in his silver eyes vanished at her answer. “All right,” he breathed. “Then we go back and find it. We’ll have a small group search the cliffs and forests around the catacombs in case he stowed it somehow.” His gaze met Tallon’s. “Another small recon group will attempt to see if he yet lives.”

At his order, the group moved into action. All except Tallon.

“See if he yet lives,” she repeated. “Are you mad? We have to get him out of there!”

Kestrel pointed to the corner where his mate and resident healer stood, her arms littered with scrolls. “Doc says the horde’s ritual is taking place in two days. There is no time to wait for Declan or plan an escape. I’m sorry, but retrieving that crystal is more important. Even Declan would agree.”

“But…”

“No buts, Tallon,” he ordered. “We cannot afford any more needless losses.”

“A needless loss?” Tallon bared her fangs. “Is that what my brother is to you now?” Before he could answer, she lunged forward. And before she managed a step, Falcon’s thick arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her back to his front.

“Let it go, Tal,” he whispered beside her temple. “And you,” he snapped to his brother. “Ease off her, would you?”

Tallon wriggled her shoulders, fighting against Falcon’s hold. “Put me down.” Even though she was angry, she would never bite Kestrel, or the others, for that matter. They knew it, too. Most had served her parents since before she was born and were used to her mother’s fang-baring tantrums, as well.

Declan was the only one who never lost his cool. No matter what, he always stayed calm and levelheaded.

Declan. Her heart pinched in her chest and she finally quit fighting.

“I can’t lose everyone, Falcon,” she said, sinking back into his chest. Tallon closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of helplessness, allowing herself to relish the feel of his arms around her, if only for a moment. “I knew the minute he told me to leave I’d never see him alive again.”

“You don’t know that.”

But she did. Somewhere in her soul, darkness festered and grew. So much sorrow, so much pain and loss, she couldn’t take any more. Wouldn’t take any more.

Lips quivering with renewed anger, she pushed out of Falcon’s embrace. “That blonde monster,” she shouted. Chest heaving, she turned back to Falcon, ignoring the concern in his green eyes.

“She is going to pay for this. They all are.”