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What’s he so frightened of?
The Second Fae War?
The dragons?
King Aurelius?
When I turn and punch Bard in the nose, his nose breaks with a satisfying crunch of bone. Bard hollers, falling back onto his ass.
Funny how getting to know an Alpha helps you to both get over a crush and your unwillingness to fight back.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” I snarl. “You may be a prince, but as an Alpha, you’re knotless.”
I narrow my eyes at Bard, when he simply raises his hand and points behind me.
Oldest trick in the book.
Then my face becomes ashen, when freezing air batters my neck, giant wings flap, and suddenly, claws clamp around my waist.
I scream.
I am yanked into the air backwards, caught as the prey of the Shadow Dragon King.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aurelius’ Tent,Draca Military Camp
Freya
Slowly,I rise to consciousness.
Fractured, fevered dreams pull at me.
Haunt me.
A beautiful monster with piercing red-wine eyes and black hair fluttering to his waist like shadows searching for me in a sea of rats and a mist of moonlight moths…
I toss my throbbing head to the side, shivering. My body aches. My throat is dry.
I’m surrounded by the scent of smoke and leather. Why is itfamiliar? Reassuring?
Why am I lying on something soft? This isn’t my dorm room.
Disorientated, I force myself to open my eyes slowly.
It’s dark.
I’m lying on a camp bed stuffed with wool, which has been transformed into a nest with walls of leather from someone’s battle armor, which is where the scent of smoke and leather is coming from. Ornate golden cushions have been propped around me, which are embroidered with glittering dragons, along with velvet bedding.
I’ve never lain in a proper nest before.
I’ve definitely never had anyone build me one.
Why would someone do this for me?
Where am I?
The tent is large, rectangular, and linen. It’s gabled, held up by stout poles. The Shadow Dragon’s banner of the fierce Golden Dragon hangs from the walls, shimmering with protective magic, which makes my skin tingle.
