sane.”
“You shouldn’t have taken me from him.”
“I need to know how far he will go to get to you.”
Kyndra looked at Isran. Was this the same Fae who had stolen a dragon egg and killed a blue dragon? The same Fae who dove into black magic in an effort to take over Thav?
“You control Thav now?”
He nodded. “As of last night. Eldar was much easier to topple than I had anticipated. The magic he had to use in order to take away everyone else’s magic aged him to a wrinkled old man.”
“You don’t plan to make the same mistake?”
Isran chuckled. “Nay. The only one who could have come close to matching me in my power was Lugus before he gave it all up and sacrificed his immortal soul. Now, there is no one.
Once I use the dragon egg, no one will dare.”
Kyndra took in slow, steady breaths as the pain in her face began to double. Each step Isran took was as if someone were hitting her again.
“Sleep, Kyndra,” he whispered.
She tried to keep her eyes open because she needed to know where he was taking her, but his magic was too strong. No longer could she hold off the darkness that pulled at her.
Chapter Fifteen
Aimery had screamed Kyndra’s name so many times his throat ached but, with every moment that ticked by and he didn’t hear or see her, he knew Isran had killed her. His rage grew, and with Aimery’s rage was the need for his magic. He knew he was spiraling into insanity, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered without Kyndra.
“Kyndra!” He took in several deep breaths, pulling against the shackles that chained him to the wall. “Kyndra!”
He glanced at the bed and the crumpled sheets where they had lain just hours before. Her body had been a taste of paradise, her lips the sweetest nectar. She had been the woman he had longed to find, the woman he yearned to share his life with.
The door to his chamber opened. He craned his neck to the side, praying it was Kyndra.
Isran stepped into his line of vision and leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
“You’ve been making a lot of noise.”
“What did you do with Kyndra?” Aimery demanded.
“She’s safe.”
Aimery jerked against his chains. “Where. Is. She?”
Isran pushed off the wall and walked toward Aimery. “She’s resting. There was, ah…a small misunderstanding with the men who took her.”
“What happened?” The thought of Kyndra hurt was like a knife to his belly. The fact he hadn’t been there to help her was even worse.
“The men have been dealt with. As for Kyndra, there will be no lasting harm.”
“She doesn’t have any magic! She can’t heal herself.”
“But I can,” Isran said softly. “And I did. It was minor, Aimery. The man struck her across the face.”
Aimery squeezed his eyes closed. Kyndra. Ah, gods, I’m sorry.
“Don’t you care what I’m going to do with you?”
Aimery’s gaze flew open. “I don’t give a horse’s arse what you do with me. Just let Kyndra go. Free her, and I will spare your life.”
Isran’s head cocked to the side. “You really believe you can kill me?”
“Without a doubt.”
“Even as your mind slips into insanity because you hunger for your magic so?” Aimery hated that Isran knew what tortures he was going through, but there could be no help for it.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” Isran said as he moved closer. “I have a better use for you than death.”
“I considered you a friend, Isran. A man I called brother. Yet you murdered your own kind and slew a dragon? No Fae would ever dare such a thing.” Isran shrugged. “It’s the seduction of the black magic, Aimery. You’re powerless now, unable to do more than make yourself hoarse as you scream for your lover. Even if I granted your magic back to you, you couldn’t break the chains about your wrists.”
“I will free Kyndra.” The room spun, his mind screaming for his magic. He had to have it. It was the only way to save Kyndra.
“I can give you the
“You shouldn’t have taken me from him.”
“I need to know how far he will go to get to you.”
Kyndra looked at Isran. Was this the same Fae who had stolen a dragon egg and killed a blue dragon? The same Fae who dove into black magic in an effort to take over Thav?
“You control Thav now?”
He nodded. “As of last night. Eldar was much easier to topple than I had anticipated. The magic he had to use in order to take away everyone else’s magic aged him to a wrinkled old man.”
“You don’t plan to make the same mistake?”
Isran chuckled. “Nay. The only one who could have come close to matching me in my power was Lugus before he gave it all up and sacrificed his immortal soul. Now, there is no one.
Once I use the dragon egg, no one will dare.”
Kyndra took in slow, steady breaths as the pain in her face began to double. Each step Isran took was as if someone were hitting her again.
“Sleep, Kyndra,” he whispered.
She tried to keep her eyes open because she needed to know where he was taking her, but his magic was too strong. No longer could she hold off the darkness that pulled at her.
Chapter Fifteen
Aimery had screamed Kyndra’s name so many times his throat ached but, with every moment that ticked by and he didn’t hear or see her, he knew Isran had killed her. His rage grew, and with Aimery’s rage was the need for his magic. He knew he was spiraling into insanity, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered without Kyndra.
“Kyndra!” He took in several deep breaths, pulling against the shackles that chained him to the wall. “Kyndra!”
He glanced at the bed and the crumpled sheets where they had lain just hours before. Her body had been a taste of paradise, her lips the sweetest nectar. She had been the woman he had longed to find, the woman he yearned to share his life with.
The door to his chamber opened. He craned his neck to the side, praying it was Kyndra.
Isran stepped into his line of vision and leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
“You’ve been making a lot of noise.”
“What did you do with Kyndra?” Aimery demanded.
“She’s safe.”
Aimery jerked against his chains. “Where. Is. She?”
Isran pushed off the wall and walked toward Aimery. “She’s resting. There was, ah…a small misunderstanding with the men who took her.”
“What happened?” The thought of Kyndra hurt was like a knife to his belly. The fact he hadn’t been there to help her was even worse.
“The men have been dealt with. As for Kyndra, there will be no lasting harm.”
“She doesn’t have any magic! She can’t heal herself.”
“But I can,” Isran said softly. “And I did. It was minor, Aimery. The man struck her across the face.”
Aimery squeezed his eyes closed. Kyndra. Ah, gods, I’m sorry.
“Don’t you care what I’m going to do with you?”
Aimery’s gaze flew open. “I don’t give a horse’s arse what you do with me. Just let Kyndra go. Free her, and I will spare your life.”
Isran’s head cocked to the side. “You really believe you can kill me?”
“Without a doubt.”
“Even as your mind slips into insanity because you hunger for your magic so?” Aimery hated that Isran knew what tortures he was going through, but there could be no help for it.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” Isran said as he moved closer. “I have a better use for you than death.”
“I considered you a friend, Isran. A man I called brother. Yet you murdered your own kind and slew a dragon? No Fae would ever dare such a thing.” Isran shrugged. “It’s the seduction of the black magic, Aimery. You’re powerless now, unable to do more than make yourself hoarse as you scream for your lover. Even if I granted your magic back to you, you couldn’t break the chains about your wrists.”
“I will free Kyndra.” The room spun, his mind screaming for his magic. He had to have it. It was the only way to save Kyndra.
“I can give you the
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