by Black, C. I.
A drake at the back of the room stood and shouted Hunter’s name. Others took up the call and it grew into a frenzied chant.
Regis screamed for silence but the crowd kept chanting, over and over again, filling the hall with sound, until Hunter raised his hand and the room went quiet.
“Just because you can transmute doesn’t mean you can have the throne,” Regis said. He glanced over his shoulder, his expression nervous. Behind him were Nero and Tobias, both covered in blood, holding Zenobia. She crouched between them with Tobias’s blade at her neck, rocking and moaning. Anaea didn’t want to imagine what Regis would do to her, knowing she’d tried to take his throne and failed. It seemed she’d already received a terrible punishment.
Beyond them, Grey clutched at his gut. Blood trickled down his cheek but his eyes were bright with approval and determination. Capri and Gig stood beside him, also covered in blood, alive and whole. Grey raised his fist in salute and roared Hunter’s name, as if daring Hunter to stop him.
A hint of a smile pulled at Hunter’s lips, then he turned his attention back to Nero and his expression darkened. Nero gave a slight nod and something unspoken passed between them, an understanding of some kind but Anaea couldn’t tell what it was.
“I don’t want the throne,” Hunter said. “But I do quit.”
“You what?”
“I quit. Find yourself another assassin.”
Regis huffed and held out his hand. “Then give back the medallion.”
Anaea glanced at Hunter. He grinned, his warmth simmering through her. “I don’t think so.”
“You what—?”
Hunter turned his back on Regis and took Anaea’s hands in his. “So, my inamorata. Will you keep me?”
“Only if you’ll share your sky.”
“Done.”
A gate formed on the dais below them. The world twisted and she was surrounded by night sky. Hunter held her in his arms. His leathery dragon wings grew from his human back, stretched out, and he caught the air current. Stars spun around her and wind caressed her face.
Just like the dream. Their dream. And this time, the only falling they’d do would be into bed and into each other’s arms.
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ABOUT C.I. BLACK
C.I. Black has always lived in a world of imagination. When she’s not daydreaming, she puts her flights of fancy down on paper writing urban fantasy and paranormal romance books.
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