LOGINRHYDAN'S POVI watched her seize, her body convulsing violently it seemed her bones might shatter against me. Her eyes had gone distant, hollow and unfocused, and for one horrible instant, I could no longer see Anwen in them."Anwen." My voice cracked, raw terror shredding my throat. "No!"The word echoed through the cavern, but she didn't hear me. Couldn't hear me. I did this to her.Just as I had done to the others before her. Their bodies had broken beneath the inferno of what I was.I had convinced myself it would be different with Anwen. That I would be different with her. Better.I swore I would control the beast this time, that I would leash the dragon and keep her alive.But I failed.My restraint shattered. Every spark of flame, every ounce of savage need, I had poured into her. And now she was burning from the inside.Now she was dying.I knew all too well what would happen next. I had memorized it in nightmares.The convulsions would give way to stillness, and then the blo
ANWEN'S POVBy the time Rhydan finally lifted his mouth from me, my voice was nothing but shredded silk, raw from screaming his name until my throat burned. I lay there against the stone, gasping, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, my body still twitching from the aftershocks. Then his hands gripped my waist.He dragged me toward him with a force that scraped my back against the edge, and I looked up to find his amber eyes blazing, the color bleeding toward crimson, wild and unhinged. Panic and anticipation tangled together inside me.He was far from done. He looked at me like I was prey he hadn't finished devouring."Rhydan," I panted, holding up a trembling hand. "Just give me a moment. Please."He wasn't listening."You woke up the dragon, Anwen," he snarled, and the sound vibrated through my bones, making my core clench despite my exhaustion. His grip tightened around my waist, his fingers digging firmly into my skin. "And now you’re going to have to face the conse
ANWEN'S POVI looped my arms around Rhydan’s neck as though I were drowning, and he was the only thing keeping me above the surface. The water lapped warmly around us, but my skin burned hotter.My mouth pressed to his neck first—a fleeting brush of my lips against the pulse hammering there—then traced my way upward along his jaw, the rough stubble prickling my skin, before finally reaching his lips.I coaxed. I tempted. I begged him to answer me, to open himself to me.I pressed my breast against the hard plane of his chest, feeling the muscles there, the strength coiled tight. His jaw tightened beneath my mouth—a warning, a resistance—and I should have heeded it.Instead, I grew bolder, sweeping my tongue along the seam of his lips, trying to pry them apart, trying to take what I wanted.His hand snapped up and gripped my face. Hard.His fingers dug into my jaw as he pulled me back, and I winced at the sudden sting of pain that shot across my skin."You're really that desperate, are
ANWEN'S POVIn the days that followed, I kept trying to find the right moment to ask the three kings about the summons. After all, Fenric had said they would talk to me about it soon.But somehow, every attempt ended the same way.Whenever I brought it up, my question was either conveniently dodged, ignored altogether, or shut down before I could even finish asking.It was becoming increasingly frustrating.Today, I decided I was going to try again.I checked their chambers, their private studies, the library, and even my little garden, but there was no sign of any of them.I sighed heavily. Maybe they had gone away again.So, since I was already up and about, I decided I might as well continue my stroll around Blackreach. Not to look for them, of course, but simply to keep myself occupied until they returned.I headed for the lift and spent the next while wandering through the fortress, stepping off on levels I had never bothered to explore before and revisiting the ones I already li
ANWEN'S POVI pulled the lever and felt the lift descend smoothly beneath my feet.I had become surprisingly good at navigating the contraption over the past few weeks, so much so that I could operate it without a single blunder.Weeks of using the lift to wander through the fortress—and, more often, to visit my little spot in the heart of the labyrinth—had made the levers feel familiar beneath my hands.Brammon had kept adding to that little sanctuary ever since the day he first showed it to me. First, more flower beds appeared. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a cherry tree had taken root.So today, I was headed there again, eager to see what he had changed.The lift gave a final shudder as it reached the bottom level, and I pressed the button to open the doors. The heavy metal panels parted, and I practically bounced out before they had fully opened.I ran through the fortress's exit, humming, and the moment I stepped outside, the wind greeted me—sharp but no longer biting, softened
ANWEN'S POVI was still trembling when they laid me across Fenric's desk, my chest heaving with ragged breaths that wouldn't quite steady.The wood felt cool against my overheated skin, a stark contrast to the fire still racing through my veins from what their fingers had already drawn from me—pleasure that had shattered my mind into glittering fragments I was still trying to piece back together.Rhydan leaned closer, tracing the curve of my collarbone before hooking into the neckline of my chemise. He tugged hard, the fabric giving way until the garment pooled around my waist, leaving my breasts exposed to their gazes."So beautiful," he murmured.Then Brammon's palms were on my thighs, hiking the remaining fabric upward until I was completely bare to them, the chemise nothing more than a bunched ruin circling my middle. I lay there, open and vulnerable, as Fenric stepped between my legs where they hung limp over the desk's edge.He found my folds first, sliding slowly through the we
It hurt.A sharp, tearing brilliance bloomed beneath Azara’s skin as though her own light had turned against her.Radiants like her were not meant to bleed, nor to know agony such as this. Pain belonged to mortal flesh, to bone and blood and fragile breath. Not to beings wrought from pure illuminat
BRAMMON'S POVI heard him before I saw him.The crack of wings split the air above my labyrinth, sharp enough to shiver through the stone beneath my feet. A heartbeat later came the reckless dive, ending in a heavy thud on the balcony overhead.I already knew—he was in a foul mood.Either Galenor h
ANWEN'S POVI woke with a shiver, pain lancing through my side like fire as darkness pressed in on all sides. For a moment, my mind betrayed me, dragging me back into the cramped, suffocating wagon compartment, the stench of fish and rotting wood clinging to my senses as sharply as ever.Then some
ANWEN'S POV“What do we have hiding in here?”His eyes pinned me as if he could peel back my skin and see the truth beneath. Then his hands closed around my shoulders—hard, immovable. Strong. The kind that could crush bone without trying.I kept my head down.I nearly yelped when his grip tightened







