Scorched by Darkness (Dragons of Eternity Book 2)

by Alexandra Ivy

  “There’s a large object in the floor,” she said, reminding Finn of the bulge he’d noticed in the center of the cavern. “My brothers are convinced it must be even more valuable than the treasure at the fringes.” She gave a small shake of her head.

  Disbelief that the mystery item was valuable? Or that her brothers could be so stupid as to risk everything by kidnapping a prince? Finn couldn’t say.

  “The sprites, however, haven’t been able to penetrate the magic that protects it.”

  He flicked his brow upward. “And you assume I can?”

  “We’ve seen that you’re more powerful than any of your people.”

  He shrugged. There was no denying what she already knew. “What if I refuse?”

  Her face paled. “They’ll kill your people one by one until you agree,” she rasped.

  It was exactly what he’d expected, but his power still lashed out, icing over the stream.

  The bastards.

  “And if I agree?” he ground out.

  “I…don’t know.” The platinum eyes darkened with distress. “I truly don’t.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Char returned to Baine’s lair and headed straight to his private rooms. His visit to the pack of trolls who were hidden in the mountains of Siberia had been…satisfying.

  Usually he allowed his master’s younger guards to collect on overdue debts. It not only gave them a sense of purpose, but it offered the opportunity to release their aggressive nature. After all, the creature who was stupid enough to try and renege on a deal with a dragon needed to be taught a lesson.

  On this occasion, however, Char insisted on taking care of the problem himself. His smoldering frustration at Torque’s continued absence was making him twitchy. Beating a handful of trolls into a bloody pulp was just what he needed to release some steam.

  Now he was in dire need of a hot bath.

  Something that was going to have to wait, he wryly accepted as soon as he felt the ground tremble beneath his feet.

  Seconds later, Baine appeared from a portal.

  For once, the dragon was wearing a formal robe in a dark jade color. Which meant he was just returning to the lair.

  “Char,” the male said, stepping into the corridor next to him.

  Char offered a bow of his head. “Master.” His nose flared as he caught the scent of Synge clinging to Baine’s robe. “Were you allowed to speak with your father?”

  Baine’s eyes flared with amber heat. “For all the good it did.”

  Sharp disappointment sliced through Char. “He doesn’t know where Torque is?”

  “He claims he doesn’t.”

  Char clenched his hands. “Do you trust him?”

  Baine released a humorless laugh. “Not as far as I can throw him.”

  Yeah. That was pretty much how Char felt. Synge was a cunning, greedy bastard who would happily sacrifice Torque if it would somehow be to his advantage.

  “What about Rya?” he demanded. Synge might not give a shit about Torque, but from all reports he did have a soft spot in whatever passed as his heart for his half-breed daughter.

  Baine’s expression hardened. “She’s missing as well.”

  “Damn.” Smoke curled around Char’s feet as he struggled to contain his worry.

  Baine reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve sent servants to try and locate Rya’s mother,” he assured Char. “As a Shinto she’ll have the skill to locate her daughter no matter where she might be.”

  “Her mother doesn’t stay in the harem?” Char asked in confusion. Most concubines preferred to remain within the luxury of a dragon’s lair.

  “No. She has a home in Hong Kong,” Baine explained.

  “What if she’s not there?”

  “Then I’ll send the servants to search for Rya’s grandparents.” He grimaced. “Unfortunately, that could take some time.”

  Char’s brief flare of hope dimmed. Baine’s expression wasn’t encouraging.

  “Why?”

  “The Shinto tribe travels through the deepest forests of Asia, and they’re very good at hiding from others. Even dragons.”

  Char scowled. “What do we do in the meantime?”

  Baine gave his shoulder a squeeze. It was as much a warning as an offer of comfort. The older male knew Char wanted to be out there hunting for his missing friend.

  “We wait,” he said in tones that told Char there was no use in arguing.

  Char heaved a resigned sigh. “Great.”

  ***

  Rya wasn’t happy.

  Not an unusual occurrence when it came to her aggravating betrothed. Usually, however, it was because he was intent on ignoring her. What female wouldn’t be offended by the knowledge her potential consort couldn’t be bothered to spend five minutes in her company?

  This time it was because he was deliberately putting himself in harm’s way.

  Suddenly she understood why he’d been so frustrated when she’d impulsively leaped into danger. Of course, the realization did nothing to ease her temper.

  Pacing the barren floor, she whirled toward the doorway when she at last heard approaching footsteps.

  Seconds later, Torque returned to the main chamber, his expression impossible to read.

  “Well?” she demanded, moving to stand at his side.

  His lips twisted into a humorless smile. “I was right about the dragon.”

  Torque wasn’t a male who easily revealed his inner emotions, but she was fairly certain he wouldn’t look quite so grim if they were about to escape.

  Still, she had to ask. “Is he willing to help us?”

  “It’s a she.” He gave a small lift of his hands. “And not exactly.”

  Her brows drew together. He’d been out there with another female while she’d been worrying herself to death?

  “This isn’t the time for puzzles,” she snapped.

  He blinked, clearly startled by her sharp response. “I agree. Unfortunately, I don’t have any answers,” he admitted, his gaze sweeping over her face.

  She sucked in a deep breath, telling herself that she was being ridiculous.

  Of course he was talking to the female. Yeesh. How else was he supposed to communicate?

  “Did you ask the dragon if she knows who is holding us captive?”

  “I did.” He hesitated. Which couldn’t be good. “Unfortunately she’s clearly suffering from some sort of mental distress,” he at last said.

  Rya studied him in confusion. “What does that mean?”

  “She didn’t make much sense,” he said in rueful tones. “If I had to guess I’d say she’s trapped in the ice the same as we are. Perhaps for a very long time.”

  Her eyes widened. “What sort of demon has the power to hold a dragon captive?”

  “I don’t know,” he admitted, glancing back toward the doorway. He clearly wasn’t any happier than she was about the thought of being in the hands of a demon who could imprison a full-blooded dragon. “And she couldn’t tell me,” he continued. “She doesn’t remember how she got here. Or who was responsible. She couldn’t even remember her own name.”

  A shiver inched down her spine. Until this moment, she’d been more frustrated than frightened. She’d just assumed they would find a way out of the ice. Or that someone would come in search of them.

  Now…

  Now it felt as if the walls were closing in on her.

  “Why did she create this place for us?” she abruptly demanded.

  She wouldn’t give in to panic.

  Or at least she was going to pretend she wasn’t panicking.

  “I think she’s trying to protect us,” Torque said, stepping closer. Had he detected the sudden leap of her pulse? “She wants us to stay here.”

  “For how long?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t think she knows.”

  The walls inched in closer.

  “So we’re supposed to sit here and wait for an unhinged dragon to tell us we can leave?”
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  His brows drew together at the shrill edge in her voice. “It’s certainly preferable to our previous cell.”

  She wrapped her arms around her waist. “That’s not the point.”

  His gaze studied her tight expression. “What is the point?”

  She licked her lips. She had a point. Of course she did.

  “I came here to search for my mother,” she at last muttered. “It’s more important than ever that I find her.”

  “And how do you intend to do that?” he pressed. “We can’t force our way through the ice, and your powers don’t work here.”

  She turned on her heel, pacing toward the large fireplace. “I have to do something.”

  He moved so silently she didn’t hear him. It wasn’t until she felt his fingers skim lightly up her arms that she realized he was standing directly behind her.

  Astonishingly, the feel of his gentle touch sent a soothing warmth through her. As if his mere presence was enough to banish her looming freak-out.

  On cue, the tension melted from her muscles and the claustrophobic fear that was gripping her began to ease.

  Dear goddess. He was better than a shot of Prozac.

  “Listen, we’re both exhausted. We’ll take enough time to regain our strength.” Tightening his grip on her shoulders, he firmly turned her to meet his steady gaze. “If the dragon hasn’t returned then we’ll consider how we can continue your search.”

  “I…” She grimaced. Now that Torque had eased her panic attack, she could think clearly again. Which meant accepting that he was right. She was still weak from her attempt to use her shadow to find a way out of the ice. It would take time to regain command of her magic. “Fine.”

  His lips twitched. “Was that so hard?”

  She heaved a deep sigh. “We’ve already established that I’m not very fond of waiting.”

  His hands slid beneath her hair before exploring down the curve of her spine. The dragon tattoo that spread across her back tingled. As if the mating mark recognized Torque’s touch.

  “How did you spend your time in the harem?” he demanded.

  The temperature in the room amped up by several degrees, evaporating any lingering anxiety. Was it her dragon or his causing the heat?

  Did it matter?

  Suddenly her racing heart had nothing to do with fear.

  She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the fire that smoldered to life in his sapphire eyes at her ready response to his touch.

  “When my mother was there she trained me to use my magic,” he told him. “I was also her scribe. She would bring me texts from endangered fey she’d studied and I would translate them so they could be preserved in the Shinto library.”

  An unmistakable pleasure raced over his face at her words. “A scholar?”

  “I find it fascinating to learn about other species,” she admitted. “Although I’m not sure I would qualify as a scholar.”

  He gave a slow nod, his gaze resting with a brooding intensity on her lips.

  “I would enjoy reading your mother’s stories,” he murmured. “I’ve been fortunate enough to have Baine as my master. He encourages all of us to make use of his extensive library. He believes knowledge is the greatest of weapons.”

  “I’ve heard he’s dangerously intelligent.”

  “Without a doubt.”

  Rya had encountered Baine once. She’d been very young, but she’d never forgotten the male’s choking power when he’d entered the room. She’d been frankly terrified of him.

  “What about his mate?” she abruptly asked.

  “Tayla?” He looked confused. “What about her?”

  “How does she deal with being mated to such a ruthless predator?” she clarified. “She’s a purebred fey. He could crush her without even trying.”

  Torque’s gaze widened before he released a low chuckle. “Trust me, Baine would destroy himself before ever harming one golden hair on Tayla’s head.” He shrugged. “If anyone’s terrified, it’s poor Baine. I’ve never seen a male so anxious to ensure his mate’s happiness.”

  Something perilously close to jealousy speared through Rya.

  What would it feel like to know her mate was desperate to please her? That his very existence was meant to bring her joy?

  “She’s a lucky female,” she muttered.

  “Yes,” he agreed without hesitation. “Baine is a mate who will keep her well protected.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I meant that she’s lucky to have a mate who clearly feels an affection for her. It’s what most females hope for.”

  He stilled, a sudden suspicion darkening his eyes. “Did you ever leave the harem?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Did you travel from your father’s lair?”

  “I wasn’t a prisoner,” she told him, caught off guard by the sharp edge in his question. “I often visited my mother’s tribe in Hong Kong.”

  “Were there males?”

  “Male Shinto?” She sent him a confused frown. “Of course.”

  “Did they give you the affection you say you believe is so important?” he said in dark tones.

  She jerked at the unexpected attack. Was he mocking her? Just because he was a dutiful warrior who had no interest in tender feelings didn’t mean she hadn’t hoped she would be cherished by her mate.

  “That’s none of your business,” she snapped.

  “It is now.” His hands gripped her hips as he pressed her against his hard body. “No more.”

  Stunned by his unexpected flare of anger, she watched in fascination as a curl of smoke escape his nostril.

  “Excuse me?” she at last demanded.

  Tiny flames danced in his sapphire eyes. “I don’t like the thought of you with other males.”

  “Why not?” she demanded. “It’s not as if you’ve ever actually cared about me or my feelings.”

  Without warning his hand slipped beneath her sweater, touching the tattoo on her back.

  “You carry my mark,” he husked.

  The air was jerked from her lungs at the feel of his fingers pressed against her bare flesh. The mating tattoo tingled, the searing heat of his touch sending tiny jolts of excitement crackling over her skin.

  Oh, yes.

  This was it.

  This sizzling desire was why she hadn’t been able to banish him from her thoughts since their betrothal. And why she trembled whenever he was near.

  “Because you were forced to give it to me,” she said in husky tones.

  She sensed his anger easing as he stroked his hand up her spine, inching her sweater upward.

  “Ah, Rya.” He bent his head downward, wrapping her in the power of his dragon.

  Inside, her own beast stirred. Her fey blood might sparkle through her veins, but deep in her soul, she was still a dragon.

  His lips brushed her forehead. “I’ve been a fool.”

  “True,” she agreed, although she wasn’t sure what exactly he was referring to.

  He’d been a fool about so many things.

  He nuzzled a path to her temple. “It’s going to be different from now on.”

  Rya shivered, shocked by the need blasting through her.

  Dear goddess, she wanted him.

  She wanted to arch against his hard muscles. To feel his lips exploring her bare skin from head to toe. She wanted to drown in the flames of his desire as she pleaded for him to ease the ache that was becoming unbearable.

  It was the sheer intensity of her craving that had her jerking away from his roaming hands.

  Nervously tucking her hair behind her ear, she turned to pace toward the well-worn leather chair set near the fireplace.

  Torque might tell her that he regretted treating her like an unwanted burden, but she’d been an idiot to forget that she was still nothing more than a duty as far as he was concerned.

  The thought of exposing her most raw, vulnerable emotions was…unnerving.

  “So, this is your lair,” she inanely mutt
ered.

  She could feel his heat beating against her back before he was leashing his dragon and moving to stand at her side.

  “An illusion of it,” he said, his voice deliberately light.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. He had to sense that her withdrawal from him was nothing more than a fragile pretense. He could easily vanquish her resistance. But instead of pressing his advantage, he allowed her a graceful retreat.

  The knowledge chipped away a little more of her lingering resentment.

  “It’s very…” She faltered as she struggled to come up with the proper word.

  “Yes?”

  “Stark.”

  He arched a brow, casting a glance around the barren room.

  “It’s functional,” he corrected. “I have my books and a small gym where I can work out in private if I want.” He waved a hand toward the door at the back of the room. “I also have a sleeping chamber. What more do I need?”

  She studied his lean, compelling features. He was serious. Unlike most dragons, he wasn’t motivated by avarice, or the lust for power.

  Instead he honored things like loyalty and integrity.

  “There’s nothing on the walls.” Her gaze skimmed around the room before lowering to her feet. “Or the floors. It’s just plain stone.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t spend a lot of time here.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m usually on guard duty,” he paused, as if having to consider what he did with his time. “Or I’m training.”

  “Or visiting the harem?” The words left her lips before she could halt them.

  “Ah.” A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “I’m not the only one troubled by the thought of sharing.”

  She tilted her chin. She’d have her tongue cut out before she would admit she was jealous. “As you said, we’re betrothed.”

  “Hmm. So we are.” His gaze swept downward, taking a slow, disturbingly thorough survey of her body. “And soon to be mated.”

  A treacherous thrill of awareness curled through the pit of her stomach. Yeesh. He wasn’t even touching her and she was aroused.

  Time for another distraction.

  “What then?” she asked.

  His gaze snapped back to her face. “I don’t understand.”

  “After we’re mated do you intend to stay with Baine?” she asked. “Or will you join my father’s guard?”