Dragon's Heart (31 page)

     
“That’s true,” Draakar replied.

     
“With all due respect, Lord and my
Lady,” Valour said with a slight bow of his elegant head, “apparently not. This
child is clearly female and she is the next Dragon Lord. Her powers are clear.
Open yourself to her and you will see what I saw. Ah, but that’s not all.”

     
“What, there’s more?” Draakar asked
sarcastically.

     
“She will be a Dark Dragon.”

     
This time, Draakar gasped.
“But…that’s impossible.”

     
“What about Talon?” Maya asked.
“Talon is Draakar’s heir. He’s the next Dragon Lord.”

     
“That’s not the way the ascension
works, Your Majesty. The strongest in power lead the brethren. This child could
grow to be stronger than even her father.”

     
“What?” Maya exclaimed. “But wait a
second, wait a second. How can this be?”

     
Valour raised his eyebrows. “I do
not know. Only what is.”

     
Maya knew Draakar quietly delved
into the soul of their child before speaking again. “Valour is correct. Our
daughter is indeed a Dark Queen.”

     
All eyes looked to the smiling
child.

T
alon walked down the narrow stairwell and stepped into
the bowels of the dark smoke-filled nightclub. He had no trouble seeing in the
gloomy crowded room. Bodies stood rubbing shoulder and thigh everywhere. They
were even closer on the dance floor as couples or threesomes moved in a
simulation of the sex act to the pulsing beat of the latest craze passing for
music. But no one touched Talon’s six-four frame as he moved through the crowd
toward the private tables raised on platforms in the back.
 

No
one dared.

There
were some in the crowd who noted his passing and saw he wore the face of an
angel, with a waterfall of golden hair cascading around one broad shoulder to
lie across his leather-covered ribs. But for all his beauty, an air of danger
or difference surrounded him. It could be seen in the flash of golden fire
erupting from the depths of his eyes. Clearly proclaiming him a fallen angel.

People
automatically moved out of his way, yet all the female eyes in the place
tracked his movement. However, one set of eyes tracked his approach with both
anticipation and dread.

You came.
Talon sent
into the void.

You knew I would. So you are real.
The voice
in his head sounded soft, feminine and husky, causing cells already sensitive
to her growing nearness to vibrate even more.

Yes. Very much so. But you always
knew I was.
 

It
had taken him twelve years but he had finally found her. All the time he had
been here on Earth he had dreamed of her. Catching fragments of her life in
shared dreams—emotions really. At times he could see her as though
through a mirror looking back at him between the frames. Once, for one
incredible moment, both of their auras met on the plane known as sleep and they
had made love. But it wasn’t real, and he woke up with tears in his eyes
because she did not lie beside him, and he did not hold her in his arms. The
dream propelled him even more to find her, although he never could—until
now.

A
lone woman sat at a table against the far wall, the farthest from the stairs
and the dance floor. She sat in the shadows and no one approached the table or
bothered her. He could not see her face. Even now, she cloaked herself from
him. It didn’t matter. Every cell in Talon’s body knew her.
 

Would
know her anywhere.

Her
gaze on him burned through the cloth covering his body and seared into his
soul.

Mine!

He
paused with his foot on the bottom step to the raised platform and ruthlessly
stripped the glamour she used to protect herself and then enfolded her in the
protection of his own powerful magicks. She bowed her head as though to hide
from him still. But there was nowhere she could go now he would not be able to
find her. They were linked.
 
And
soon they would be bonded. Finally, when he had called to her she answered. Or
rather she had called out to him for help.

Danger
followed her.
His mate.
He would kill
to protect her.

His
father had placed his faith in him to protect Earth and the brethren here while
he returned to Akgon with his queen to restore the balance there. His little
sister would rule Akgon someday, leaving it up to Talon now to protect this
realm. The silver dragon still lived. Somehow Arwan had broken through the seal
Draakar placed on the portal at Window Rock and ran lose in the world once
more. Now the bastard stalked his truemate, but Talon had found her first. He
breathed a sigh of relief.

His
footsteps took him to the back of the platform, stopping only when he stood
before her. Slowly, she raised her face toward him, and at last he could see
the silver glow of her eyes shining up at him. His truemate.
 

He
held out his hand to her and she placed her smaller hand in his. A glow
surrounded their joined hands before expanding to enclose their bodies.

Complete!

At last!

Biography

LaVerne
Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid
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also writes romantic suspense under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.

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is currently working on several projects and recently discovered the world of
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