Burning Desire (27 page)

To think he had felt sorry for her, been lured in by her sad tales in regards to how her family treated her. Kiril had never thought himself able to be duped in such a manner.

Ulrik probably hadn’t either.

Kiril didn’t know what made him think of his Dragon King brother, but once he had, he couldn’t stop the comparisons. The anger rushing through him was great, as was the need for retribution.

That was only after a few minutes. What would he feel like thousands of years from now? The answer to that was simple: much, much worse.

They should have embraced Ulrik to help him past his rage instead of sending him out on his own in a world he despised with every fiber of his being.

The door to his prison opened slowly, and a shape took form as it stepped inside. Kiril blinked, unsure whether his eyes were being tricked.

“It’s been awhile,” Ulrik said as he looked him up and down.

Kiril tried to take a step toward him, but the rattle of the chains followed by a jerk as he reached the short leash stopped him. He looked over the jeans, black button-down, and boots to the golden eyes he knew well and long black hair that hung loose. “Ulrik? Is that really you?”

“Aye. Of all the Kings, I wouldna have expected to find you here. Rhys, aye, because he has always been the rash one, but no’ you.”

Kiril didn’t bother to respond since there was nothing to say.

“Odd,” Ulrik continued, “how females no matter what species they are have a way of deceit. I think it’s part of them, just like breathing.”

Kiril had to agree with him. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough. I wonder though, how much did you hear?”

“Excuse me?” He was taken aback by Ulrik’s words. Kiril searched his mind for what had happened when Balladyn came upon them. He’d heard and seen everything.

Ulrik shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s none of my business. I’m no longer one of you.”

“You’ve always been one of us.”

“Really?” He chuckled softly … coldly. “Is that why Con has spied on me all these years? Is that why I’m welcome anytime at Dreagan? Is that why my brothers visit me?”

Kiril glanced at the ground feeling as low as a slug. “There have been many wrongs done by us through the years.”

“Always the diplomat, aye, Kiril? Sometimes I think you should’ve been King of Kings.”

He shook his head. “I had enough trouble being King to my dragons. I never wanted Con’s troubles.”

“The men who make the best leaders are the ones who doona want the position.”

Kiril cocked his head to the side. He remembered all too well that there was only one other who could have bested Con and taken the crown—Ulrik. But he hadn’t wanted to be King of Kings. He had shunned the idea, stepping aside to let Con have it unchallenged.

“You matched Con in strength and power,” Kiril pointed out. “You didna want the position.”

Ulrik smiled, though it didn’t reach his gold eyes. “A mistake I see now.”

“Why are you here? I doona believe it’s to help me.”

“It’s no’,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I couldna release you if I wanted to.”

“And you doona want to.”

“When did any of you help me in the thousands of millennia I walked this wretched realm never able to see my Silvers held within Dreagan? When did any of you come to me through the long years as I suffered staring at the sky but unable to shift?”

As he spoke, his voice grew harsher, the hatred stronger. Kiril took a deep breath. “We thought we were doing the right thing. You were killing humans.”

“Who killed dragons,” Ulrik hissed.

Kiril looked down at the chains around his wrists and ankles that held him so securely that not even his dragon magic could get him loose. “Is this why you’ve come? To moan about your problems?”

“Nay. I’m here for another matter.”

Kiril’s head jerked up, but it was too late. Ulrik was already gone, the door closing softly behind him.

*   *   *

“What the fuck?” Phelan asked as he stumbled to the side after almost colliding with Usaeil.

“Watch that mouth of yours,” she said with a haughty tone. “You may be a prince of our people, but that doesna mean you can speak so … crudely.”

His gaze shifted to Constantine who had a smirk upon his lips. “Bite me,” he told the King of Kings.

Rhys held out his hand as they clasped forearms. “It’s good to see you, Warrior.”

Phelan nodded and returned the grip before releasing him. “No’ half as glad as I am to see you three. I was just about to contact Fallon so he could take me to Dreagan.”

Con’s smirk disappeared. “I gather you doona have good news?”

“The worst.” Phelan ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Kiril has been taken.”

“The Dark female betrayed him.”

Phelan narrowed his gaze on Con. “Why would you say that? Because she’s a Dark? You who sided with me against the other Warriors when Aisley was still
drough
.”

Usaeil’s silver eyes shifted to Con as she lifted her eyebrows. “And don’t dare say a Druid who gives their soul to Satan in order to have black magic is any different than a Dark Fae.”

“What happened?” Rhys asked before Con could respond.

Phelan moved away from the doorway and relayed the entire ordeal in quick order. “Balladyn didna know it was Kiril. He guessed, and he was counting on Kiril believing Shara deceived him.”

“Which she didn’t,” Usaeil murmured, her arms crossed over her chest.

Phelan shook his head. “Balladyn has her as well. I didna wait around to see what he would do to any of them.”

“Good choice,” Con said, his black eyes troubled.

Rhys rubbed his hands together. “I say we go in guns blazing, so to speak.”

“You would,” Con said with a shake of his head. “Nay. We need to be subtler. Kiril and Rhi are being held close together, which will make freeing them easier.”

Phelan licked his lips as he glanced at the Queen of the Fae. “You did hear the part where I said Rhi was being held by the Chains of Mordare?”

“Don’t even say those words,” Usaeil ordered, her skin going pale.

Con didn’t even give Usaeil a glance as he said, “I heard you. It doesna change the fact we need to get her free.”

“That isn’t possible,” Usaeil said. Her eyes met Phelan’s, and they were filled with sadness.

“Regardless of how heavy those chains are, they can no’ be too heavy for a dragon,” Rhys said. “If we can no’ get them off her, we take her—and the chains—to Dreagan.”

Usaeil was shaking her head of black hair before he finished. “You don’t want to do that. Those chains … just trust me. You don’t want them anywhere near Dreagan.”

“I’m no’ leaving her in there,” Phelan stated emphatically.

Rhys’s forehead creased in a frown. “How bad is she?”

“Terrible.”

It was all Phelan could say. There were no words to state how he had found Rhi. In the short time he had known her, she had always been bright and filled with laughter and a sarcastic reply at the ready.

He used to laugh at how often she changed the color of her nails and how they always matched what she was wearing. She was loyal to the Light Fae and to him to a degree that often put her life in danger. And despite a sordid history with the Dragon Kings, she had come to their aid several times recently.

“I can’t lose her,” Usaeil said softly.

That drew the eyes of all three males. It was Con who nodded and said, “We need a plan that will get us all in and out with our friends.”

“I’ll get Shara,” Phelan stated. “I know where’s she’s kept, and I know Kiril will want her freed.”

Rhys slapped him on the back. “Aye. You’re right. I’ll go with Usaeil and get Rhi.”

Phelan didn’t miss the frown upon the Light Queen’s brow. He didn’t have a chance to question it since Usaeil herself cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention.

“I’ve got someone else I must see inside the fortress,” she declared.

Con glanced around. “If you’ve no’ noticed, Usaeil, we’re standing in the middle of a Dark Fae lawn. I’m no’ going to argue with you over this.”

“That’s right,” she said ardently. “We don’t have time. You get Kiril, Rhys will get Rhi, and Phelan will find Shara.”

Phelan understood then. “While you confront Balladyn.”

The Queen of Light smiled as she tossed back a lock of midnight hair over her shoulder. “He was once my greatest warrior.”

“What was he to Rhi?” Con asked.

Usaeil hesitated a moment. “They were like siblings. Balladyn was there after…”

There was no need for her to finish. All of them understood she was referring to when Rhi and her Dragon King lover ended their relationship.

Phelan looked at Rhys and Con. It could be either of them. Yet, Phelan had seen Rhys with her. She interacted with Rhys like an old friend, not a lover.

Con, on the other hand, Rhi hated with a passion. And he returned the sentiment. There was too much hate for there to have been anything more, no matter how long ago it might have been.

“What’s the plan then?” Phelan asked.

Con looked at Usaeil, and the two of them smiled cruelly. It was Con who said, “First, Usaeil will draw out Balladyn…”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Shara couldn’t stop shaking. She was cold all the way to her soul—cold because she knew whatever slim chance she might have had with Kiril had evaporated like a puff of smoke.

“Whatever made you think you could walk away from me?” Balladyn asked.

“It was all a ruse, just like you said.” She cut her eyes to him. “I’m a very good liar.”

His gaze grew hard. “That you are, but I think you truly did consider me.”

“Maybe for an instant, before I realized what I’d be getting into.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve decided no one else but you will do.”

She turned her head away from him. She knew it would infuriate him, so it was no surprise when his fingers clamped painfully on her jaw and jerked her head back around.

“I do love your spirit,” he said, his red eyes alight with madness.

“Why not choose from one of hundreds of females who crave to be your mate?” Shara asked after she wrenched her head out of his grip.

“Because they aren’t you. You are my match in every way. Once you realize you were made to be mine, you’ll come to accept that your place is ruling beside me. We have eternity for you to come to that understanding.”

“That won’t happen.” At least she prayed it didn’t.

“It will.” He gave a firm nod. “I suspect it’ll take only one or two tasks before we get more silver in your hair. That’s all it will take to get that Dragon King out of your head once and for all.”

She blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. “Ah. So that’s what this has to do with. It’s not me. It’s the fact that I interacted with Kiril. Just as Rhi had a King lover.”

“Rhi should’ve never gotten caught up in that world!” he bellowed, his chest heaving. “I told her it was wrong. I told her it would end badly.”

“Let me guess. You were there when your predictions came true.”

“I was,” he stated with a small smile.

Shara wanted to wrap her arms around herself and try to get back some heat, but she refused to show Balladyn that tiny degree of fear. “Rhi needed you then. You did something good.”

“I vowed to her family to protect her always.” Balladyn looked at the ground, anger radiating from him. “I failed by letting her become involved with the Dragon King. She deserved better than him. Rhi was precious, important.”

That’s when it hit Shara. “You were in love with her.”

His gaze slid to hers as he peeled back his lips is a sneer. “A mistake that was rectified when the Dark took me.”

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “You still love her. That’s why you’ve held onto your revenge. It’s why you want to turn her Dark. Then you can have her.”

His face slackened into a smile. “If that’s true, why would I go through with the Claiming with you?”

She swallowed hard as her future came to her in crystal clarity. “To gain advancement through my family connections. To be with a female who was born Dark and not turned. Even if I do become the woman you want and rule beside you, the moment Rhi turns Dark, you’ll kill me. Then claim her as your own.”

One black and silver brow lifted. “You’re much smarter than I gave you credit for, Shara. You’ll make a fine match for me during our time together.”

He walked away, his boot heels sounding on the stones. Shara barked with laughter that stopped him in his tracks. He slowly turned to her. “You find something amusing?”

Shara shifted her eyes to him, her smile still in place. “You assume that Rhi will remain here for you to turn her Dark.”

“The Light never come for their own,” he declared, the malice and hate dripping from his words.

“Those aren’t the only friends she has.”

It took a moment for Balladyn to catch on, but when he did, he spun and rushed out of the room. Shara couldn’t stop her laughter. It grew louder with each moment as she pictured Balladyn rushing to Rhi.

No matter what punishment Balladyn had in store for her, the look of hatred and concern on his face was priceless. He’d underestimated the Dragon Kings, just as her brother had done. It was a lesson she herself had learned the hard way.

The laughter died instantly as melancholy consumed her.

“Oh, Kiril,” she murmured.

She could accept her fate and remain with Balladyn, or she could make a run for it. She had no idea where she would go, and the chance that she would be killed was great. But it was better than living as Balladyn’s mate.

Shara wouldn’t wait around for Balladyn to return. The perfect time for her to do something was while he was occupied. She stood and walked to the door. There she paused for a brief moment to gather her courage before she threw open the door. Two Dark soldiers stood guard on either side of the door. She smiled at one as she leaned forward and grasped his sword.

They were so surprised by her tactic that Shara had time enough to hit the second guard with her elbow before plunging the sword into the first. Shara withdrew the blade and spun around, sinking the sword into the gut of the second guard.

If she was caught, she had sealed her death by killing two of Balladyn’s men, but she didn’t care. Shara had to get to Kiril and break him free of the dungeon.