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The deep blush on Dravyn’s freckled cheeks had Killian smiling. “You are welcome to my bed whenever you wish.”
Helpless to resist Dravyn, Killian cupped the back of his neck. Killian lifted to his toes and sealed their mouths together. His tongue swept between Dravyn’s lips, and he swore even the magick in his soul rejoiced in the pleasure bubbling through his veins as the dragon eagerly returned his kiss.
“I swear no matter where I go, there is a couple swapping spit,” a familiar voice drawled.
Dravyn pulled away, but Killian wouldn’t let him retreat without one last sweet buss.
“Chand, go away,” Killian said without glancing at the Arch Lich.
“You are the one with the mate, why are you in such a poor mood?” Chander asked.
“You are interrupting my time with him,” Killian argued, glancing away from Dravyn’s bowed head to glare at the cloaked demonic necromancer standing in front of his tall sentinels.
“Take him to your tree,” Chander replied.
“An excellent suggestion. If you will excuse us?” Killian asked, fully prepared to teleport himself and Dravyn far from Castle Leolinnia.
“The dance will start as soon as the sun sets,” Benton said. “You will need a full belly before we go since you insist on using every bit of your magick each month. If you do not eat, you will collapse.”
“You are an assassin, why are you always so concerned with my care?” Killian asked.
“Because we have spent most of our lives caring for Chand,” Baxter replied on behalf of his mate. “Without us, he would likely not eat or rest.”
“I am perfectly capable of caring for myself,” Chander argued.
“Then why do you not?” Benton demanded.
“Dravyn, could I interest you in a pair of sentinels?” Chander asked, his pewter gaze annoyed. “I can command them to remain invisible for eternity. You will never even have to see them.”
“What is the point of sending us away if no one can see us?” Baxter asked. “You could do that without making us follow Dravyn. Sometimes, for an intelligent man, you have horrid ideas.”
Killian had to pull his bottom lip in so he wasn’t tempted to give in to laughter at the disgruntled expression on Chander’s face.
“To think everyone wonders why I am so often agitated,” Chander muttered.
“That is not because of us,” Benton retorted. “It is because people are so often trying to murder you.”
Baxter nodded at his other half. “Truly, he is lucky to be alive. If it were not for us and his diligent practice with his daggers, his pyre would have already been lit.”
“I still say we should contact Alaric—”
A growl ripped through the room, and Chander whipped a hand up in the air, which immediately hushed Benton. “You know better than to speak his name in my presence. That man is unwilling to meet with me. He does not care about The Council, nor can I aid your people if your leader cannot bring himself to have an audience with me. I have no respect for a ruler who believes his schedule so valuable he cannot even pen a letter refusing my invitation. No, the man just sends back my sentinels with a one-word reply. How many times now have I asked him to take a single damn moment of his day to consider the needs of this Council or the necromancers who created your race two thousand years ago? Was it wrong to tie your souls to ours? Yes. Have I tried to separate that bond? Also, yes. As far as I am concerned, he is the one no longer worthy ofmytime.”
“Killian, help us out here,” Baxter pleaded.
Killian shook his head. “I am on Chand’s side. Your people are imprisoned and deserve freedom. The necromancers cannot change their attitude about sentinels if your leader continues to disrespect the Arch Lich. Chand’s job is demanding enough, trying to unite his people. Despite the danger the necros face daily, they refuse to understand how having a sentinel could save them. That is how deep their distrust is. The Lich Sentinel’s refusal to consider a meeting only widens the gap between the two races. How will we ever give the sentinels an escape from what you admit is a prison without the aid of the necros who must summon them? On each occasion that a necro is gravely wounded and a sentinel pops into view because of how yoursouls are tied, it terrifies people and furthers the rift between the races.”
“The Lich Sentinel is zealous in his desire to care for sentinels,” Benton argued. “It is hard for us to spend more than a few minutes with the man, such is his dedication to our people. I fear his devotion to the sentinels is the very thing keeping him from agreeing to travel to our realm for even a few minutes.”
“Then he is both stubborn and a fool,” Chander stated, crossing his arms. “Killian, I am traveling to Renata this afternoon, would you and Dravyn care to join me?”
“Dray, Renata is a new town,” Killian explained. “It includes survivors of recent dragon attacks in that area. They are still rebuilding and sent word this morning that they will not attend the dance. Aloisa and Clara were set to bring them food tomorrow, but if we can visit now, I can grow whatever they like.” He turned to Chander. “Is Kaedan around? He can ensure it lasts until next month.”
“My plan was to find him, but I ran into you first,” Chander explained.
Dravyn’s shoulders stooped. “I think it best if you go without me. They have recently experienced a dragon attack and will not wish to have any of my kind around.”
“You are not just another dragon,” Chander argued before Killian could get a word out. “You are the mate of Killian the Dwyer. No one thinks poorly of you, and I believe it is good for everyone to know that not every dragon is a menace.”
