Richard: Blood Brotherhood – Erotic Paranormal Dark Fantasy Romance by Kathi S. Barton

your mate.” Everyone laughed, but Vicki could see that Ryiah was confused. “If you would be so kind, sir, as to remove your shirt. I will tell you what it says.”
    “Wait.” Ruben left them then but returned shortly with his camera, as well as a recorder that he’d been using. “I can remember a great deal, but I don’t want to miss details. If you can tell me what some of the markings mean, I’d like to compare them to other things I have found. Like the markings on the earth to protect us. And the ones on the windows of some of the stores that we’re now using.”
    Ryiah stepped forward and Rick stood behind her. He didn’t touch her, even though she could almost feel that he wanted to, but stood there while she put her fingers on the first line of markings on Remy.
    “Rembrandt, a man of war and a man of all men. The rest is about your wife and children, how they died and you mourned them. Shall I read it or go on?” He told her to go on please. “There is a list of things you can do. Flying is first. Then there is mention of your body art. It says that you have been equipped with a claymore sword as well as numerous knives. You have an endless supply of stars to throw, as well as ammo for your guns.”
    “Stars?” Vicki moved closer when Skylar did. “You mean this? I thought those were just.... Remy, look. You have silver stars at the base of your head that you can pull away.”
    Two were taken from his neck and he tossed them across the room. When they stuck into the wall, it took a great deal of power to remove them. Vicki found some on her own body, as well as Davis’s. She wondered how long they’d been there.
    There were other weapons as well, most they knew of. In addition to the wings, there was body armor. And once he was told how to activate it, they all played with the one that seemed to come with their bodies as well. Vicki thought of all the times this might have come in handy.
    “All right, so now we have a better supply of weaponry. Can you tell me what we are?” Ryiah looked around the room, then back at Remy again. “You do know, don’t you? You know just what we all are.”
    “Yes. You are a warrior. Not faerie nor fae, but all of them. Stronger than most anything that I have ever met, yet you are gentle when necessary. Davis is the same, not as strong but a great warrior too. As is Vicki.” She looked at Leo and Jamey. “Dragons that are stronger than any I have ever encountered, and you have shared this strength with the rest. You can come together should you need the extra magic, or you can fight independently should that be necessary as well. Children of you both, should you desire to have them, would have the same ability. And when they find mates, they too will be given this great gift. Also, you would only need to think of battle armor when you are your other halves. Then it will cover you. From your head to the tip of your tail, you will be encased in a magic that will protect you from anything. Even now you can protect your human part by doing the same.”
    They did it, both of them covered in the same armor that Vicki and the others had. Their faces were open, but she could feel the protection of something around her cheeks and nose. Even her eyes, usually so exposed when blood was splashing around, seemed to be covered.
    Ryiah turned to Chris then. “The cat that the two of you can become, as well as all the other animals, are all under the same protection. Once you have come together, I’m sure that you have noticed that you’re larger. That is due to the armor as well. But all of you carry a mark that hides you away. The shield that hides your true self from humans keeps you from being a target. They would not understand seeing a cat as large as the one you are, so if you have changed, they see only what is necessary so that they don’t run screaming from you. Some will see a small house cat; others will see a panther. Your enemies will see what you are, a