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Gently, I pressed close to Ben, covering his broken body as best as I could. I called to my talent, using it to protect us. Forcing the power to work stronger than ever before, I covered us both, hid us away and waited. “Hang on, Ben. Just hang on.”

“Naked woman lying on me, telling me to hang on.” His hands slid down and cupped my ass. “I’m hanging.

Any other advice?”

I’d have laughed if not for the white lines showing around his pinched eyes. Instead I just pushed my blending up a notch. Maybe if we survived the battle, I could get Ben to the hospital. But as the bullets and flames continued to fly and the fangs from both sides fought on…shit, would anyone survive?

Then the tide seemed to turn. The vampires rallied and drove back some of the wolves, opening an alley through the middle of the clearing. An alley Ben and I happened to occupy. I had yet to figure out who the dragon or wolves were, or whether they were a greater or lesser threat to us, but I did know that Farryl leading a charge toward our hiding place was not a good turn of events.

Should I try to get Ben out of the way? Would he even survive an attempt to move him? As I hesitated, the choice was taken away.

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The other dragon braced its enormous body over us and faced down the charging bloodsuckers with a wall of fire.

Son of a bitch!
The monster was huge! And from this perspective I could tell he wasn’t the green dragon, though the fact that he was obviously fighting Farryl sort of hinted at that fact. This one was as black as the night sky above.

I clung to Ben and prayed that the damn thing didn’t crush us. Once in place, the claw-tipped feet didn’t budge, as if he knew how deadly his dancing around would prove for us.

Endless minutes passed. The battle so close at hand was deafening, so loud that it almost drowned out Ben’s whispered words. “Good Lord, he’s big.”

“Amethyst? Amethyst, is there anything we can do for
Ben?”

She twisted through my mind.
“Not with the cuff on.”
Her voice was little more than a whimper.

The cuff. How could I have forgotten the damn thing?

I shifted enough to claw at the band. It was narrow and flat against my skin. How could something so innocent-looking cause so much pain?
Damn magic.
There wasn’t even a clasp or any fasteners, just one solid piece of metallic material. Yet Farryl had slapped it on like a children’s plastic bracelet.

“I’m sorry, Amethyst. I can’t get the band off.”
There was no response from Amethyst but Ben’s voice grew louder. “Quetzalcoatl.” He was staring at the foot nearest to us and the deadly two-foot-long claws on it.

“The feathered serpent.”

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with snapping, snarling wolves on their heels.

With the vampires and werewolves on the run, the clearing grew empty and quiet.

Except for the huge dragon that slowly moved from above us.

And Farryl, where was he? Not here in the clearing.

Though he didn’t seem the sort to retreat without some last word.

With that thought, the cuff lit up, shooting agony through my body in wave after wave. I writhed on the ground, throwing myself away from Ben to save him from further injury.

Then through the pain I saw the face of the dragon loom close. Wind pulled the air from around me, and then fire became my world. Heat tore away the pain, devoured the agony, and became the comfort and peace I’d so badly yearned for all my life. Fire so safe and cleansing. Flames so pure and demanding. In the center of the burn, nothing broke through. Not the pain, not the fear. Not even the memories.

I accepted and gave myself to the fire. And only then did it fade.

“It’s done.” The rumbled voice was aloud. Why didn’t the dragon speak mentally like Amethyst? The image of black dragon lips morphing to form human words flickered through my mind. A chuckle burst out.

The familiar swirl of my own dragon twisted calmly inside. She felt different. Unafraid and without pain.

“Amethyst?”

“I’m better now. He burned away the band. He can
save our minion.”

Ben. I forced my eyes open and rolled toward him.

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couldn’t tell. Hand to his throat, I checked for a pulse, but I was no doctor. A flutter. Was that a pulse? Was it imagined? “Shit, Ben. Don’t do this to me.”
Don’t go. Don’t die. Don’t leave me alone.

“Not alone. Never alone.”

I mentally hugged Amethyst close. No, I’d never be alone again. But having Amethyst didn’t make Ben any less important. The sentiment echoed back to me from Amethyst. She felt as I did, ached with the pain of loss.

A shuffle of movement caught my gaze. Wolves. The damn wolves were back and they were circling in closer and closer. “No, stay back!” I bellowed, even though I had no way of protecting Ben. Where was the black dragon now? Wasn’t he the one who’d kept the wolves at bay?

Amethyst bellowed through my mouth, a roar of warning, promising trespassers imminent death. She swelled within me, her form filling my mind first and then expanding until every inch of my bare skin tingled with her magic.

She was coming. And she grieved and was more than happy to strike out in her pain.

“Damn children.” A man surrounded in black swirling mist stepped out of the shadows from between two of the biggest wolves. “I don’t have the time to fuck around.

Knock off the games if you want your minion to live.” Amethyst let out a quiet yelp and settled back to quiescent. Was she responding to the hope that Ben might be saved? No, there was more to it. Something about the guy left her feeling weak, outranked, submissive. Afraid.

Instead of seeing to Ben, the man grabbed my elbow and dragged me away while the wolves closed their circle tighter around where Ben lay.

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“Stop! Wait! Don’t let them hurt him!” I fought but without Amethyst’s help there was no escape from his hold.

The man stopped my struggles with a violent shake that rattled my bones. “Goddamn idiot female, stop fighting. They can save him.”

“How? How can werewolves save him?” Hysteria welled up inside me. “Are they going to bite him and make him furry or what? Tell me what they’ll do!”

“Holy hell, shut up already.” Another ruthless shake left me nauseated and off balance. Then he ran his hands down my body. The motion was so fast I barely opened my mouth to object before I realized he’d somehow covered my nudity with a plain T-shirt so long it reached my knees.

What the hell? He was dressing me? What kind of villain was he?

“One with no interest in your body.” He spun me back toward where the wolves huddled around Ben. “Not that you have any reason to trust anyone, but if you look, you’ll see he isn’t being eaten or turned hairy.” One of the wolves turned hazy and in a burst of powdery sparks transformed into a man dressed in black leather, badass enough to fit in with any of the vampires.

In low tones that rose and fell he sang a chant. Even I felt the power in the werewolf’s angelic voice. All the others crowded close, touching either the singer or Ben, and each added his chorus to the song with low echoing howls.

“They’re healing him?”

“Yes, their kind is very good at healing.”

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hardly let you get kidnapped or killed within hours of promising you’d be safe.”

“Promising…” My brain spun sluggishly.

Amethyst put it together before I did.
“He is the one
who hired you.”
There was more than a little awe to her thoughts.

“You hired me. And
you
are a dragon too. I should have known.” The black dragon was Weaver. Man, the guy was even scarier than I’d expected. I would have said more, but just then Ben sat up in the midst of the werewolf pack.

He let out a bit of a panicked squeak before lurching awkwardly to his feet. His gaze darted around, landing on me. “Toni?”

I glanced at Weaver to be sure he wasn’t going to hold me back and then I rushed to Ben’s side. The wolves parted to make room for me to reach Ben, and he seemed even more relieved when they backed off and moved into the still-looming shadows of the approaching dawn.

I crashed into his arms, holding him tight despite the tingle that rushed from his skin with even the lightest contact. There was so much I wanted to say. It all jumbled, and nothing but a short sob escaped.

He leaned heavily against me, holding me just as tight.

“It’s all right, Toni. I’m here.” His mumbled comforts blew into my tangled hair.

I pulled back enough to look up into his face. Cupping his jaw, I watched in awe as the remaining bruising faded away, leaving perfectly unmarred skin. Still, I couldn’t put my emotions into words. How could I possibly express it? If he’d died, it would have been my fault. Even though he’d lived, everything he’d been through was my fault. His pain, his injuries, everything… If I’d just stayed 112

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out of his life, he’d have been fine.

But now, with him here, with us both escaping death or worse, all I wanted was to tell him how much he meant to me. To beg him to stay and join me in whatever craziness lurked around the next corner.

Amethyst was murmuring into my mind. Ben stroked my face and brushed his gentle lips over mine. It was all too much.

Me, the international thief, always in control, calm in the face of anything…I was lost. Tears prickled my eyes and then burst like a damn, streaming silently down my cheeks.

“Oh, Toni.” Ben dragged me tight against his chest.

“It’s all right, baby. It’s all right.” The wave crested and eased. I turned my face up and claimed his lips in a savage kiss, diving in to claim every molecule of Ben. He was mine, all mine. On and on, I kissed him until we were both panting with the need for more than air. Only then did I pull back. “Demons and vampires and the new nightmare that is my life I can handle. But damn it, don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

For a second he looked lost. Then he laughed. “I should have known it wasn’t the battle that made you cry.

I’ll do my best to not get mangled again any time soon.” A throat cleared, sounding more like a growl. “You two can suck face after I’m gone. As for you, thief, never mind the checkpoint. I will return here at sundown to escort you to a safe haven for training. Until then, stay alive and try to keep your minion out of trouble.” On the last word, Weaver disappeared into a swirl of black shadows just a heartbeat before the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon.

Chapter Fourteen

Weaver disappeared before I could ask any of my many questions. Despite the abrupt exit, I couldn’t complain, since his leaving emptied the clearing. The werewolves must have left before Weaver. Now it was just me and Ben, and of course Amethyst.

And my utterly destroyed house.

At some point the fire must have gone or been put out, but little remained of my refuge. Just blackened walls and charred ground.

And surprisingly it didn’t hurt as much as I’d expected. Maybe it was Amethyst in my mind or Ben in my arms. Whatever the difference, the future wasn’t as grim.

“Don’t know about you, Toni, but I could use a shower and a bed.”

We wouldn’t be finding either in my house.

“Mmm…that does sound good, but would you settle for a dip in the ocean and a blanket on a beach?”

“I could live with that. Only…”

“Only what?”

“Could we go to a different beach?” With smoke clinging to us and the scent of burned flesh still lingering in the air, it made sense. “Sure. Let’s scavenge some things and then fly to someplace a little less damaged.” I stepped out of his arms, but before we parted completely, he caught my hand. The warm grasp 114

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felt damn good. As we wove around the devastation, retrieving some of the bags he’d collected earlier, holding his hand made it all easier.

By the time the sun was fully up, we’d collected a good stash of weapons and enough tidbits to get by on until we could reach one of my hidden safety caches. I let Amethyst take control, shifting our form and flying Ben and our supplies along the shoreline.

Amethyst flew silently at first but then interrupted my thoughts when she spoke directly to Ben.
“Dr. Davis, I
have given your objection to
minion
much thought. I may
have another title that will suit you better.”
Her voice trilled through me. She sounded content in a way that had been missing since Farryl knocked on my door. The musical tone in her thoughts had me mentally smiling back at her.

Ben patted the dragon neck.
“Not much wouldn’t be
better than
minion
. So let’s hear it.”

“In the old language there is a word that is often used
to refer to the honored partners to a being of power.

Kae’tolen
translates specifically to mean ‘balanced and
complete.’ I believe it fits you well.”

“
Kae’tolen
? What language did you say it is?”
The historian in Ben had come to the fore. I knew without a single doubt that he would fall in love with the new title and fling it around often.

“It is the eldest of all languages, known as Daenok.

Very few beings speak Daenok now, but those who do
have ties to the land of the dead.”

“I’ve never heard of it. Daenok, you say?”

“It is very ancient and nearly extinct.”
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happened in the last three days, I couldn’t stamp down the simple pleasure of listening to Amethyst and Ben.

A small part of me was uneasy at how good it all felt.