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“Come along,” a woman ordered in a weepy tone. “Out in the hall. They need privacy. Drystan. Conley. We will be outside when you are ready with your questions.”
Ignoring the strangers piling out of the bedchamber, Drystan cared only for Conley and his comfort.
“My love, I lost you,” Drystan said. “I am so confused.”
“I remember,” Conley whispered, pressing his lips to Drystan’s chin in a whisper-soft caress that grounded him. “You told me you loved me. That was the last thing I heard. Itcomforted me. I was in such pain. Such horrible pain, and I could not speak. I could not tell you the same, but know…please know, I tried.”
“Think you I do not know how much you care for me? You were never shy with your affections. In the centuries we’ve had together, I did not question whether I held your heart.”
Conley snuggled closer to him and smiled wryly. “Hmm. No, it was you that ignored me for six months while I waited anxiously for a missive from my mate.”
“You deserved the silence for allowing that servant girl to take liberties with your beautiful cock.”
“Drystan,” Conley said, his grin fading away. “What are we now? Where are we? Who were those people? Have we yet more danger to fear?”
“I know not, but before I ponder all the strangeness in my mind and beyond this bed, I would hold you.”
Rolling to the side to take Conley fully into his embrace, Drystan breathed him in and was soothed by his presence. “What is this Order of Fallen Knights, and why do I feel as if we lead them? What is The Council, and why do I know so much of it? The rulers, the peoples…the magick?”
“Is this a dream? Or is this what one experiences in the afterlife?”
“I thought our dragons would be with us even beyond the veil.”
“As I did, Drys. Odd that we would find ourselves with strangers and in a bedchamber we do not recognize.”
“As much as my heart yearns to hold you forever, and to bare your body to fully love you now that we are alone again, my mind will not rest.”
Conley brushed his mouth with Drystan’s, and he took full advantage of the invitation. He tasted him thoroughly, andthe passion that had sparked between them since they were in their teens bloomed.
“I will have you inside me before we rest again,” Conley vowed. “But not now. Do you feel it? These new senses? Those strangers are just on the other side of the door.”
“Yes. We need answers.”
Lifting his head, Conley grinned. “Your sword is there, resting against the wall. So is mine.”
“At least they did not choose to disarm us.”
“Give me another kiss, Drys,” Conley ordered. “Then we will ask our questions and make sense of where we are.”
Obliging the man he adored above everything and everyone else, Drystan did as he was told. As he held him and their lips met, Drystan’s heart overflowed as it so often did whenever Conley was near.
Moments later, Conley’s inquisitive nature asserted itself as he rolled over Drystan to spring off the mattress. Conley snatched his sword as Drystan shifted and slung his legs to the wooden floor. He took his weapon from his mate as he stood and once again took his hand.
“Whatever truths await us, we are together,” Conley said. “I love you.”
“And I you. I am ready.”
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The door to the bedchamber swung open, and Killian didn’t miss the trepidation in the eyes of the new fallen knights as they stared down the leaders of The Council with their swords in hand.
“Somehow, I know who each of you are,” the taller, black-haired man said. “We have questions.”
“Of course you do. Are you Drystan or Conley?” Saura asked with a kind smile.
“He is Drystan,” his mate replied. “I am Conley. Who gave us the title Reverent Knight?”
“It was me,” Chander responded. “Come on, let’s go somewhere we can sit and satisfy your curiosity.”
