Chapters (44)
- “STOP TALKING.” HE PULLED THE BLANKET OFF HIS HEAD, PUSHING HIS GOLD HAIR OFF HIS FACE. “ARE YOU JUST USING ME FOR SEX?”
- The Dragon Kin series from G.A. Aiken
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Teaser chapter
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Thankfully that woman didn’t know about demon anatomy. His heart wasn’t in his chest as a human’s was. And that lack of knowledge was the only thing that had kept him alive.
Stumbling and still bleeding profusely, Phalet made his way down to the dungeons along with some of his guests.
He saw the blood first. All over the floor. The walls. The ceiling. The other cells. Arms and legs were scattered everywhere. Many of his guards appeared to have been attacked as they were trying to get to the exit.
But the heads . . . the heads of his guards were in a nice pile in her cell, Cursain’s at the top, his eyes and mouth open in horror.
“By the blackest hells, Phalet,” one of his guests asked from behind him, “what unholy thing have you brought here?”
Phalet could only shake his head. “I don’t know.” But if the bitch wanted an army . . . then an army she would have.
Turning to a nearby servant, Phalet bellowed, “Bring me General Scrilis!”
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
They made it to the Port Cities and found a pub with rooms on the top floor and stables for their horses.
Uther, Caswyn, and the Riders stayed at the pub to drink and listen. See if they could find out anything.
Unlike Dagmar and anyone she hired to spy for her, Aidan’s fellow brethren weren’t actually good at being sneaky—nor, for that matter, were the Riders—but they were known for accidentally finding out information because they were drinking ale at the right place at the right time. Might as well try their luck once again.
Aidan, however, went with Brannie and Keita to the docks to find a boat that would take them to the Eastlands.
At least that’s what Aidan thought they were going to do. So he was a little surprised when Keita took a turn down a street that moved them away from the docks and farther into town.
After nearly half an hour, she walked up stairs that led to a front door. She knocked and a servant answered.
Keita merely nodded her head and the servant opened the door fully, allowing Keita, Brannie, and Aidan inside. She had them wait in the hallway. He noticed marble floors, a gorgeous staircase leading to other floors, and expensive furniture.
Someone very wealthy lived here.
The servant returned and with another silent nod, she led them down the hallway to another doorway that opened onto stairs leading deep into the bowels of the building.
After his experience in the fort tunnels, Aidan would have been more than happy to wait somewhere near a speedy exit for Keita to finish her business, but that was never given as an option.
Once downstairs, they were taken through a dark tunnel until they reached a doorway. With a sweep of her hand, the servant gestured to the elaborate knob.