“I’m Sybil. This is my sister, Anna.”
He lowered his head. “Miss Anna, a flower equally as lovely.”
Sure, but you went for the one that looked and dressed like a runway model. Hot guys never went for the plain ones. Not that she wanted him to leech onto her, but, you know.
“My name is Quenor.” He kissed Sybil’s knuckles again, this time hesitating as his lips touched her skin.
Sybil cleared her throat. “Quay-noor? You mean, like, Connor?”
His eyes bored into her like he hadn’t eaten in a month and she was a hot fudge sundae. “Connor sounds lovely with your accent.”
Wow, his own accent sang from his lips. Anna could listen to his voice forever. She had to tear her eyes away from him. Taking a deep breath, she placed her chilled glass to her temple to try to cool herself down. She definitely needed to get a grip.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the bartender asked Connor.
“Whatever the lovely Sybil is having is fine for me.”
Their gazes remained locked. Sybil seemed tongue-tied.
Icy fingers itched up Anna’s back. Something wasn’t quite right about this guy. There was hot, and then there was too hot. And then there was Connor. The attraction Anna felt when he looked at her, the attraction she still felt, even when he’d obviously chosen Sybil, bordered on hypnotic.
The bartender reached up and grasped a wineglass from the fixture hanging over the bar. As he pulled the cup down, the contraption tilted. Several of the glasses slipped from their housing and fell, shattering on the bar top.
Sybil cried out, and Anna gasped as a strong shove sent her stumbling off her seat. The bartender stood, gaping at the mess, while Joe’s right knee angled up on the bar, his other foot balanced on the stool that Anna had occupied. His left hand still held her from harm’s way, while his right held the fixture from falling at the same time. How had he gotten across the bar so quickly?
“I have this end.” Connor reached up, his long arms easily grabbing the other side of the fixture.
“Thanks,” the bartender said, helping them ease the wooden frame safely to the floor. His face contorted and reddened with the effort, while Joe and Connor lowered the fixture to the floor without difficulty.
Sybil held her hand to her chest, but her eyes remained glued to her new date.
Don’t worry, sis, no glasses hit me. No reason to check and make sure I’m all right or anything.
The barkeep grabbed a dustpan and saluted Joe and Connor with the sweeper brush. “Your drinks are on the house, mates.”
“Thank you, but that’s not necessary.” Joe turned to Anna, and his eyes widened. “You’re bleeding.”
She blinked in surprise. “What?”
He grabbed her hand, raising her red, glistening fingertip. “You’ve been cut.”
“It’s not that bad.”
His gaze centered on her fingertip. His brow furrowed as a red bead dripped down to her palm.
She trembled. “Umm, you can let me go of me, now.”
His gaze flicked to hers and held. Her pulse throbbed in her ears like she was underwater. The room spun, but dizziness didn’t overcome her. The beat of her heart seemed to slow while every inch of her yearned to lean closer and breath this beautiful stranger in.
Breathe him in? What in God’s name had gotten into her, and why was this guy still holding her wrist?
She tried to push him away, but slipped, smearing blood across his cheek. He hardened his grip, as another red droplet beaded on her fingertip.
Her gaze drew back to his light blue, crystalline eyes. She needed to scream, to slap him in the face, to run. She couldn’t move, though. Her breaths came shallow and raspy. Part of her longed to kiss away the crimson stain that tainted the edge of his pale lip.
Wait. What?
The brightness of the blood against his milky skin caused flashes of Edward Cullen to run through her mind. The idea was ridiculous, of course. No one believed in vampires. That was almost as stupid as believing in fairies.
But he was fairy-like, now that she thought about it, with those icy blue eyes and white hair. He actually pulled off his albinism with an air of sex appeal. Well, not the dripping screw-me sexy like Connor, but there was definitely something about this guy who was still… fixating on her bloody cut like a deranged lunatic.
He blinked and released her.
She nearly stumbled, but grabbed the edge of her stool instead. “What is wrong with you?”
He blinked as if clearing his eyesight. “I-I don’t know.” He stared at her finger like it might bite him.
Okay, so, yes— this guy was cute, but he obviously had some serious issues.
She grabbed a napkin and wrapped her wound. “In case you were wondering, that is not the way to get an American girl’s attention.”
“I know, I-I’m sorry.” He rubbed his temples. “I-I didn’t mean to offend.”
Connor left Sybil’s side and grabbed Joe’s shoulder. “Joesephutus, are you all right?”
“Wait, you two know each other?” Anna asked.
The taller man whipped his face in her direction. His gaze focused on her with an intensity that made her want to cower in the corner. Connor leaned closer and drew in a deep breath. Was he… smelling her?
Joe became pale. Well, pale-er if that was even possible. He took a stilted breath before elbowing Connor’s considerably larger bulk out of the way and taking Anna’s uninjured hand. “Anna, I would really, really like to buy you that drink.”
His grip tightened. Not painful, but strange. Possessive. Every part of her screamed to tug her hand from his, but all she could do was stare into those glassy, light eyes.
Connor laughed, tapping Joe on the back. “I can’t believe it. You are one lucky little…”
The door to the bar flung open and slammed against the wall as it if had been kicked.
The cool breeze thickened the air.
Connor nudged Joe.
“I feel it,” Joe said.
Holding Sybil’s shoulder, Connor glanced at Anna, then Joe. “We need to get your little lass out of here.”
“I’m aware of that.” Joe turned to the barkeep. “Do you have a back exit?”
“Too late,” Connor whispered.
Joe grumbled under his breath, tightening his grip on Anna’s arm. He leaned close to her ear. “If you get the opportunity, run like your life depends on it.” He glanced at the door. “Because it does.”
2
Four men entered. Their hip-length, gray jackets shifted with a life of their own.
Two of the men remained on either side of the door, as if standing guard. One walked to the table of guys that had made fun of the old man. Anna expected him to strike up a conversation. Instead, he stared at them.
The fourth newcomer stopped mid room and drew his fingers through his short, brunette hair as he scanned the tables.
An itchy sensation crawled up her spine as the guys at the table fidgeted and cast panicked glances at each other. After a moment, one stood, threw a few bills on the table, and scurried between the two men standing by the door. Seconds later, the other guys at the table followed.
The old man’s lips thinned before he stood. “You are not welcome here.” His accent tripped over a marked shake in his voice. His hands formed fists.
The guy in the center of the room lifted his nose into the air and sniffed as the third shoved the old man back into his seat.
Asshole. Anna moved to intervene, but Joe drew her back.
“This is a Seventeen Year, elder,” the third guy said. “We’ll search where it pleases us.”
“Enough.” The one in the center of the room set his gaze on Sybil. “The elder deserves honor, whether or not his tongue is forked.”
The old man shifted in his seat. His gaze jumped between the two newcomers. “You’ll not find the South’s hopeful in these villages. They are at the base of Aoraki. You waste your time here.”
“We’ll see.” The one who seemed to be the ring-leader sauntered toward Sybil with a gait not unlike Connor’s. He reached out and fingered one of her curls.
Sybil gasped, but didn’t move until Connor edged between her and the lead asshole, who probably had six inches on her date’s already impressive height. “This one is mine, Galeptopnor. You can look elsewhere.”
The guy— was his name Gale Topner?— laughed. His dark gray coat shifted around his waist. “Brave words, for a twilight born.” He leaned past Connor, taking a deep breath, as if smelling Sybil behind him. “Luckily for you she is nothing.” He straightened. “Unlike the careless, languid greens, the children of the mountain take the Seventeen Year seriously. We’ll entertain ourselves once the hunt is over.”
Connor reached back, shoving Sybil further behind him. “Then get on with it, and let the rest of us enjoy our night of freedom.” He pointed his chin toward the old man. “As the elder said, the offerings are on Aoraki.”
Gale stepped back. “As they always are, but it has been ten cycles since they’ve presented anything of value.”
Offerings? Value? What in goodness name were these people talking about?
The newcomer stepped toward Anna, and Joe jumped between them in an awkward recreation of Connor’s protection of Sybil. Gale towered over him by at least a foot. Anna smashed against the bar as Joe backed into her.
“We-we’re not in the hunt,” Joe said. “Just leave us to our entertainment.”
Anna cringed. Entertainment? She was no one’s entertainment, thank you very much.
Anna pressed her palms against Joe’s back, ready to shove him away, but he didn’t budge. She could feel the sculpted ridges of muscle beneath his T-shirt, and her attention drew from the man advancing, to the one standing between them. His skin warmed under her hands as if his body reached toward her, beckoning. Her sight blurred before refocusing on Joe’s back, and his thick, distinct platinum hair.
Gale smirked. “What are you hiding back there, runt?”
Joe straightened, trying to make himself bigger.
Where did he get off trying to be her protector? She’d dealt with assholes before. She didn’t need some guy to jump in like a night in shiny platinum armor.
“Cain.” Gale’s word came out as a command, and the jerk who’d scared off the guys grasped Joe by the shoulders, picked him up, walked him across the room, and set him down beside the empty table.
A chill swept through the door, sending a shiver across Anna’s skin as Gale gazed down on her.
She was vaguely aware of Cain pointing at Joe as he shouted: “Stay.”
Joe’s eyes saddened before he lowered his gaze to the floor. Part of her felt naked without him sheltering her; which was ridiculous since they’d only met a few minutes ago.
Her breath hitched as the tall stranger reached for her. She willed her hands into fists. She tried to punch, but her body didn’t react. She stood frozen as Gale twirled her hair around his fingers.
“That one’s just a child, a plaything” Connor said. “Leave her to the runt. Maybe she’ll keep him busy and out of your way.”
“I have no need to keep a runt out of my way.” Gale continued his perusal. “His participation in the Seventeen Year is a waste of his people’s meaningless hope.” He leaned closer to Anna, his nose grazing her neck as he breathed her in. “You, though, precious one.” He cupped Anna’s cheeks. “You are very interesting.”
The pupils in his eyes seemed to swirl, dragging her to infinity. Something deep in her mind prodded that she wanted to push him away, to stand up, pull back her shoulders and tell this asshole that she wouldn’t just stand there and let him… let him…
Let him what?
Damn, he was handsome, and his hands, so warm against her skin. She could melt under his touch. She wanted to. She would. Anna eased toward him, but someone batted Gale’s hands from her. The room instantly chilled.
“Back off,” Joe said. “She’s mine.”
The two men guarding the door snickered, while Gale’s face twisted into a snarl.
“He’s right,” Connor said. “The boy found her. He has first rights.”
“Really?” Gale shoved Joe, slamming him against the bar as if he weighed no more than a loaf of bread. “Are you willing to fight me for her, runt?”
Joe lunged for the taller man, but Connor shoved an arm between them, grabbing Joe.
“This is not the place.” Connor said.
Gale crossed his arms. “Would you rather we challenge on the mountain? I can humiliate him now, or eviscerate him later. It makes no difference to me.”
Joe twisted in Connor’s grip. “Let go of me.”
“Calm down, little one,” Connor said. “There’s no reason to die today.”
All three of them glanced at Anna, and she could tell from the looks on their faces that there was probably a perfectly good reason to die today, as far as they were concerned. Whatever it was, she didn’t travel all the way to New Zealand to get in the middle of some stupid pissing match with the locals.
She shuddered, eyeing the door.
If you get the opportunity, run like your life depends on it.
The other two men still blocked the exit. Had the bartender answered when they asked about a back door? Why were they all still staring at her?
“Enough.” Gale turned to Connor. “Keep your little pet grounded or I will ground him for you.” He grabbed Anna’s wrist and wrenched her toward the exit.
The soles of Anna’s shoes slid along the slick hardwood. “Wait. I’m not leaving with you.”
Gale didn’t turn. He just pulled harder.
“Stop!” Sybil cried out. “That’s my sister.”
The night air chilled Anna’s face as the tavern door closed behind them. “Please let me go. I don’t have any money.”
Well, not much anyway, but she’d give it to him, if he’d just leave her be.
Gale pulled her behind the building and shoved her against the wall beside the dumpster. He pressed her shoulders into the cool brick. A huge flattened courtyard sprawled out behind him, big enough to house a bazaar or a circus, but now lay eerily empty. Damn that freaking curfew.
He stared into her eyes, and the tension slipped from her muscles.
He ran his nose up the side of her neck, again. “Your scent is intoxicating.”
Her scent?
Gale held her face. A trace of smoke carried on his breath. “You are special, did you know that? Your blood is very hard to find.”
“My-my blood?” Her blood was a hindrance, a curse. What was he talking about?
“But now that I’ve found it, you will be mine.”
Anna’s head lolled to the side. She groaned as he dragged his tongue along her collarbone.
Something deep within her screamed. This man was insane. Yet she eased closer to him, languishing in his touch. She slipped her hand behind his neck and ran her fingers through his soft hair. Voices shouted somewhere in the distance, but she tuned it out, soaking in only the sound of Gale’s breath, heated to a pant.
“For the next ten months, you will be queen.” His eyes consumed her. She couldn’t move. “Would you like that,” he asked. “Do you want me?”
“No, she doesn’t want you.”
A bored expression crossed Gale’s face before he turned and faced Joe standing in the courtyard behind him. “Haven’t you learned, runt? Bugger off before I put you down.”
“Let her go. This isn’t right.”
The cold air swept through her now that she was devoid of Gale’s warmth. She pawed at the back of his coat.
He slipped his arm around her shoulder, and she cuddled into his embrace.
“See,” he said. “Does she look unhappy?”
Unhappy? How could she be unhappy with such strength around her, such warmth.
“She has no idea what she feels. You’re compelling her.” Joe stepped closer.
Anna smiled at him. He was sweet,
but she didn’t need him anymore. Gale was what she needed, no one else.
Sybil appeared, screaming Anna’s name while Connor held her back. She must be jealous. She must want Gale, too, but it was too late. Anna had already given herself to him.
“Let her go,” Joe repeated.
Gale snickered, walking behind Anna. “Here she is,” he said. “Come and take her.”
Anna swayed, lost like a seed pod drifting on the breeze as an odd sweeping crackle sounded in the darkness behind her. Any other day she’d be terrified of the courtyard’s darkness, but Gale was here. She belonged to him. He’d protect her.
A scream shrieked from Sybil’s lips. Still in Connor’s grip, she reached for Anna, pointing.
Anna blinked, startled when the cool air touched her cheek.
What were they doing outside?
A deep, guttural growl echoed through the courtyard. Anna spun toward the sound and froze. A huge figure loomed inches from her, dwarfing her slight form. Monstrous gray wings fluttered on the edge of the darkness before two bright, yellow eyes fixed on her.
Time froze for a moment while her mind took stock and tried to separate fantasy from reality.
What she saw wasn’t possible. It wasn’t real.
That certainly didn’t change the fact that something huge and sinister stared back at her.
Heart racing, she ran, passing Connor and her sister, heading back toward the front of the tavern.
As she cleared the corner, Cain snatched her in a vise-like grip. “Don’t leave now,” he said. “The excitement has barely started.”
He shoved her back toward the rear of the building, where the huge gray beast reared up, bellowing in fury over a smaller, silvery-white… God, could she even say it?
They were DRAGONS.
Cain’s grip on her tightened. “Do you know how few human beings have seen dragons spar?” He whispered in her ear. “You should be honored.”
Honored? Was this asshole out of his mind? Two more gray dragons dropped from the sky, one on either side of the small, pale dragon.
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