by Donna Grant
“Hal is a lucky man.” He smiled and glanced at the rug he stood upon. “I’ll wait outside to take you to him.”
Cassie smiled as Con departed. He was a strange one, and just when she thought she had him figured out, he surprised her again.
She looked at the box and slowly opened the lid. A gasp tore from her throat as she found herself staring at a large emerald that had to be at least four or five carats.
It took some doing with her shaky fingers, but she was able to get the necklace secured around her neck. She touched the large rectangle emerald and instantly thought of Hal in dragon form.
She glanced at the clock and realized it was time. When she opened the bedroom door, Con waited for her just as he’d said. He took her down the long corridor and three flights of stairs to a hidden door in the library bookcase that stood open for them.
There would be two ceremonies. One that was just for the Dragon Kings, and another one outside under a massive tent Con had brought in for the wedding, where hundreds of guests had been invited.
Cassie stepped over the threshold into the cave to glimpse men she’d never seen before lining the passage to where Hal waited for her. She walked past the Kings she had yet to meet, feeling their eyes watching her, measuring her. But she didn’t care.
Let them measure her, because the only one she cared about was Hal.
Once she spotted him, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. The closer they drew together, the wider their smiles got. She barely noticed when Con handed her over to Hal.
When Hal’s warm hand closed over hers, all the nervousness vanished. They followed Con into a cavern, the other Kings falling into step behind them.
“There’s still time to change your mind,” Hal whispered.
“Not on your life. You stole my heart, so I’m yours.”
“For eternity.”
“For eternity,” she said as they stopped before Con and she looked into Hal’s moonlight blue eyes.
Con glanced at them before he said, “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a binding, but it’s something to celebrate. We welcome Cassandra Hunter to our family, as mate to Haldor Wilson.”
There was a pause as Con looked to Hal. “Do you bind yourself to this human Cassie? Do you swear to love her, protect her, and cherish her above all others?”
“Aye,” Hal said with a smile, his gaze never leaving hers.
“And you, Cassie,” Con said. “Do you bind yourself to the Dragon King Haldor, lord of all Greens? Do you swear to love him, care for him, and cherish him above all others?”
Cassie smiled as tears of joy filled her eyes. “Yes.”
She expected to hear Con announce something like they were now bound, but there was nothing. And then she felt something sear her arm. She gasped in surprise and pain as Hal steadied her.
“It’s all right,” he said softly, reassuringly. “It’s part of the ceremony. What you find will prove we are bound, Cassie. There’s no turning back now.”
“As if there ever was,” she replied with a wink.
She moved the gown off her left shoulder and down her arm where she saw a tattoo now inked on her skin. It was about the size of her fist, but with a design that made her catch her breath it was so beautiful.
“It’s a dragon eye,” Hal said, and traced the pattern with one finger. “A dragon’s eye sees things a mortal eye never will. This mark with the eye and the flames coming out around it signifies you as one of us.”
She stared in awe at the design, noting the way the eye seemed to be staring at everyone. It made her feel protected and a part of something. “It’s stunning.”
“How does it feel to be immortal?” Hal asked.
Cassie rearranged her gown over the tattoo and covered it with her hand. “That’s a perk, but one I don’t really know how to answer. I’ve never been immortal before. What’s really special is that I have you. I never thought I’d find someone like you, Hal, or that you’d want me to.”
“Oh, I want you,” he whispered as seductively. “It’s too bad we now have to go to the wedding when I’d rather take you to bed.”
She wanted nothing more, but thankfully the wedding went almost as quickly as the first ceremony. She briefly noticed Dan and his wife, the only people she knew, as she walked once more down an aisle to Hal.
They had decided on an evening wedding with candles everywhere. Cassie hadn’t been sure about having the wedding outside, but Hal promised her she would be warm and it would be beautiful. And he hadn’t disappointed.
She found her gaze trapped by his, saying the right things at the right time. And then something was slipped on her finger.
A glance down gave her another surprise in an emerald that matched her necklace with a wide hammered platinum band that had small diamonds on either side all the way around the band.
“Oh, my God,” she murmured.
“I like surprising you. I need to do it often,” Hal said with a grin.
She had chosen a ring for him as well, but since they hadn’t spoken about exchanging wedding rings, she had planned to give it to him later.
Cassie pulled it from her thumb and took his left hand in hers. “You’re all mine, Hal.”
She slid the wide band on his finger and then ran her thumb over the Celtic design etched into the platinum.
“For eternity,” Hal whispered.
“For eternity.”
Applause erupted along with barking from Duke as Hal kissed her.
The first day of her life as mate to a Dragon King had begun. And Cassie had never felt so blissful. She had the happily ever after she thought wouldn’t be hers.
And with a man who was part dragon. Maybe the fairy tales really were true.
NIGHT’S AWAKENING
CHAPTER
ONE
The Highlands, June
Deep in a cave …
Elena Griffin adjusted her helmet while praying the LED light atop it didn’t go out. She wasn’t the adventurous, adrenaline junkie kind, but when her new boss told her they were going caving, there wasn’t much Elena could do but go along with it.
“This will be fun,” Sloan said with a wide grin.
Elena forced a smile and projected confidence she didn’t feel. “Of course.”
She’d done many things while growing up in Atlanta, Georgia, but caving wasn’t one of them. Something about the dark, musty place wasn’t somewhere she wanted to be.
Everything in her told her it was a bad idea. No matter Elena’s objections, Sloan had shown her the safety equipment, as well as how to use it, and assured her everything was going to be fine.
“I’ve been caving for years, Elena. I’ve been wanting to explore these caves for some time now, and it’s the perfect opportunity.”
“Did you get the go-ahead from the landowners?” Elena asked as she felt the thick rope and carabineers at her side. Mentally she went through how to use them, trying to become familiar in case something unexpected happened.
Despite Sloan showing her the Italian hitch knot at least three dozen times, Elena hadn’t been able to get the hang of it, and all she could pray for was that their lives didn’t depend on her tying a knot.
“What the Dreagans don’t know won’t hurt them,” Sloan said in her cheery British accent. She winked at Elena. “Get that American ass moving!”
Elena watched Sloan walk into the cave. This was Elena’s last chance to turn back, to tell Sloan to forget it. But this new job was everything she’d spent the last six years of her life working toward.
So what if she had to spend a day in a cave to cement her relationship with Sloan. It was worth it to finally be in London, to finally be climbing that ladder of success that had always seemed out of reach.
She took a deep, fortifying breath and followed Sloan.
The warm fleece hoodie she wore over her long-sleeve shirt didn’t stop the damp from settling into her bones almost instantly. It was going to take Elena a while before she got used to the cold, e
specially the damp cold of Scotland. In summer.
The only thing she could be happy about was knowing that she wouldn’t be staying in Scotland for long.
Since Elena knew nothing of caving, she’d done some research in the early hours of the morning when she should have been sleeping. She knew they should have at least four members to their party, but Sloan had assured her they’d be gone only a few hours and would be fine with just the two of them.
Elena didn’t exactly want to start off her new job by questioning everything Sloan said. Still, the fact of it was that it was just the two of them. And it worried the hell out of her.
That and they were on private property.
She ducked her head, thankful for the hard hat as she managed to hit a low-hanging rock with enough force that it made her take a step back.
Elena knew of Dreagan. The scotch distillery was famous all across Britain, as well as being one of the nation’s oldest distilleries.
Dreagan Industries was known to be highly private. Only the CEO, a man named Constantine, was known to the public. No last name, just Constantine. He was the face of Dreagan, though no actual face of Constantine had ever been photographed. Back through the years, it was only the person running Dreagan who was ever named.
Which was more than odd, Elena thought. Finding photos of past managers/CEOs had been impossible.
“Watch your knee,” Sloan called over her shoulder.
Elena looked up the same time she slammed her knee into a boulder. She grabbed the injured leg and bit back a string of curses. Her hatred of the cave was growing with every bump and bruise littering her body.
Sloan laughed. “You won’t offend me. Let loose with a fuck every now and again. I do,” she said and winked.
Elena found herself smiling despite the pain. She really was going to have to pay attention. Her mind needed to be on the cave and where she was putting her hiking-boot-clad feet or she might find herself dead.
“Take heed, Elena,” Sloan said, seriousness deepening her voice. “We need to stay focused. This is fun, but it can also be dangerous.”
“No kidding,” Elena said under her breath.
The light on her helmet was trained on Sloan. There was no way Elena was going to let her out of her sight. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in this hellish place alone.
“Tell me again why we’re on Dreagan land?”
Sloan chuckled, the sound bouncing off the cave walls. “Because it’s one of the best caves in Britain, and because they don’t want us here.”
Elena could imagine Scotland Yard waiting for them when they came out of the cave. “And you aren’t worried about what will happen if they find out?”
“They won’t find out. Trust me.”
Trust. Elena had no choice but to trust Sloan. “Shouldn’t we leave like a trail or something?”
Sloan’s laugh was loud and long. “Ah, you Americans. I didn’t realize you played it so safe, not after how you worked to get here. I thought this would be right up your alley.”
Elena rolled her eyes and sighed. “Nope, definitely not up my alley. Seriously, Sloan. How will we find our way back?”
“I’ve been looking back every now and again to make sure I know where we’re at. I’ve gotten lost in a cave before, so I make sure I can get out now.”
“Wonderful,” Elena murmured.
The farther she went into the dark cave, the more she knew the outing was a terrible idea. But she continued to follow Sloan. Crawling, sliding, climbing, and ducking her way deeper and deeper into the mountain.
And farther away from sunlight and fresh air.
It took every ounce of her concentration, on where and how she put her hands and feet, so as not to die that she couldn’t carry on the conversation Sloan tried to have with her.
Elena had heard caving was a sport, and she never realized she’d end up using every muscle in her body. She was gasping for breath when Sloan called for a break.
She didn’t hesitate to reach into her backpack and pull out a bottle of water, which she quickly downed. It was damp and chilly in the cave, but Elena was sweating and fast becoming dehydrated.
“Oh, look,” Sloan called from her seat on a boulder. Her head was tilted to the side and her light atop her helmet shone into the darkness. “There’s a shaft here. I think we should explore it.”
“I don’t think I can. I’m beyond tired, and we still have to go back. The muscles in my arms are shaking, I’ve used them so much.”
“I thought you said you worked out.”
Elena lowered the water bottle and tried not to glare. “Lifting a few weights in the gym along with running and doing kickboxing doesn’t equate to what I’ve put my body through today.”
As if Sloan hadn’t heard a word Elena said, she looked into the gap again. “It doesn’t look far. I think it’ll be fun.”
“No.” Elena had had enough. She couldn’t go any farther and feel safe. Her job was important, but not as essential as her life.
Sloan’s head swiveled to her. She stared at Elena for a moment before a slow smile spread. “Good for you. You need to learn to stand up to everyone, including me. Now rest here while I do a bit of exploring.”
“On your own?” Elena asked, her voice pitched high in disbelief.
“I won’t be but a moment. I’m just going to put a bolt into that rock, clip on a carabineer, and tie the rope to my sling, where I’ll slowly lower myself down.”
Elena was shaking her head before Sloan was finished. “Alone? Not a good idea.”
“I’ve done things like this alone before. It’ll be fine. Trust me.”
All Elena could do was watch as Sloan rigged everything together. And before she knew it, Sloan had her feet on the side of the crevasse as she leaned back ready to plunge into the darkness.
“I promise to stay close enough that you can hear my voice.”
Elena took the boulder Sloan had been sitting on when she first noticed the open space in the ground. With her gloved hands clutched in her lap, Elena watched Sloan begin to lower herself.
“Wow,” Sloan said a moment latter. “You should see this.”
“Another time perhaps.” Elena could see the light from Sloan’s hard hat reflecting off the cave walls.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Elena peered over the side as Sloan went even deeper. A glance at her watch showed they’d been in the cave for almost three hours, which felt more like three lifetimes.
“We need to be heading back to the surface soon,” Elena called out.
Sloan said something, but Elena couldn’t make out what it was.
“Sloan! You’ve gone too far. I can’t hear you.”
The light from Sloan’s helmet shifted upward as she raised her head. “I’ll be up in just a moment. I’m just looking around.”
“Come up higher.”
But Sloan only went lower.
Elena’s stomach clenched in dread. She was cold and getting colder, and they had been in the cave far longer than Sloan had promised.
And then Elena heard something give a loud pop. Her head jerked to where Sloan had hammered in the bolt and discovered it coming loose.
“Sloan! The bolt! It’s coming loose. Get hold of something!”
Elena prayed Sloan heard her as she jumped up and looked through her pack for the small hammer. She slammed it against the bolt, banging it back into the rock, but that would only buy Sloan a little more time.
She rushed back to the gap and leaned over to find Sloan looking up at her.
“I hammered it back in, but it won’t stay long.”
“Put in another bolt!” Sloan shouted.
Elena looked around. “Where?”
“Just find a place, and then tie your rope and throw it down to me.”
“Shit,” Elena muttered as she rushed around doing exactly what she prayed she wouldn’t have to do. “If only Sloan hadn’t gone down that damned hole.”
But s
he had, and now Elena had to get her out.
Elena put in the new bolt and reached for the rope. Her fingers weren’t doing as she wanted and her hands were shaking, but she was determined to tie the Italian hitch.
“Almost done!”
“I’m coming up!” Sloan shouted.
She looked to Sloan’s bolt to see it barely hanging in place. “No! Stop, Sloan!”
Before the words were out of her mouth, the bolt jerked from the rock and down into the darkness. Elena’s stomach fell to her feet like lead as she could only stare in bewilderment at the missing bolt.
There was a second of silence and then she heard Sloan scream before that, too, faded to nothing.
“No. No, no, no, no, no,” Elena said as she ran to the hole. “Sloan? Can you hear me? Sloan!”
Only silence met her calls.
She refused to panic. Elena crawled to her pack and searched for her cell phone, hoping she could call someone, but just as she feared, there was no signal.
Tears stung her eyes, but she brushed them away. She had three choices. She could lower herself in the hole and look for Sloan. She could leave and try to get help—that was if she could find the way out. Or she could stay where she was.
Elena lay on her stomach and looked over the side of the gap again. There was no sign of Sloan’s light, and she had no idea how far the chasm went.
“Oh,” she said and reached for a small rock.
She held it up over the hole before dropping it, slowly counting to see how far down the shaft went. When she hit forty and still hadn’t heard the rock hit, she knew it was bad.
When she was on her feet again, she looked to where she thought they had traveled so she could retrace their steps only to find she was so disoriented, she wasn’t sure which way to go.
“Which means going for help is now out of the question.”
But Elena wasn’t quite ready to give up. She didn’t have the experience to rescue Sloan, and waiting was not an option, since no one knew they were there. So, she slung her pack over her shoulder and picked the direction she was sure they’d come from.
Elena had no idea how long she walked or how far she traveled, but the cave was becoming more treacherous. This couldn’t be the same trek they had made earlier, surely.