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Katya stared long and hard at her mother, making Eve increasingly uncomfortable. "Mama? Oh my God," she whispered, bringing a hand up to her mouth. "You care for him."

Eve stiffened. "I am grateful to him. He looked after you these past few weeks and for that I am indebted to him," she said, her tone brooking no argument.

Katya didn't look convinced and Eve blamed herself. She was a terrible liar. She prayed for the courage to walk away from him.

* * * *

Drago strode into his Great Hall. Nolan and Falk greeted him as he entered, but he was too deep in thought to acknowledge them. His thoughts were on Eve.

He sat on his throne and exhaled a heavy breath. The irony didn't go unnoticed by him. For two hundred years he had accepted his fate without a woman he could love, a woman who could rule by his side forever.

The irony was that he found his perfect mate, but she didn't want him.

Ortega strode in the hall. "Your Highness, there is a young girl at the gate who says she has important information about Balkathan. Information you may use against him."

Drago stiffened and raised his hand at Nolan and Falk who rose sharply. He narrowed his eyes on Ortega. "Show her in," he said slowly.

A few minutes later, a young girl walked in who didn't look older than sixteen. Drago stared at her and the hair at the back of his neck rose. Her face! It was luminous with the same subtle glow on Eve's beautiful face.

A vampire!

He growled softly under his breath and rose from his throne. The girl stood before him and curtsied, raising a pair of innocent blue eyes at him. He faltered. She was just a child.

"How is it a child has come to my gates with news of Balkathan?"

Tears welled in her eyes and she clasped her small hands before her. "I escaped his lair a few weeks ago. I couldn't return home because our village was destroyed. I heard about your kingdom and how you offer sanctuary."

"And you were turned into a vampire when he attacked your village?"

"Yes," she said quietly, darting a nervous glance at his guards.

"Come here, child. Sit by me and tell me what you know."

She approached him slowly, her expression fearful as she cast another nervous glance at his men standing guard behind her.

"Do not fear my men. Balkathan enslaves children,
we
protect them."

"Please, may…may we speak alone, Your Highness?

He understood her fear. His guards would frighten any child, whether the child was a vampire or not, and he gave them a quick look. "Wait outside."

They went outside and closed the door behind them. He directed his attention back to her. "What is your name?"

"Dahlia."

"Tell me, Dahlia, what do you know?"

"Well, it's not so much what I know, Your Highness, but more what
you
know."

All of a sudden he noticed a change on her face. The innocence left and was replaced with a malevolent look. His blood ran cold. Silently, he cursed himself for his foolhardy mistake and growled as his beast rose to the surface.

It was too late. She moved like the wind and she clasped her hands on his face before he could shift. The effect of her touch was instant. He grew weak as something cold penetrated his mind. He fought the iron grip she had on his thoughts. She was probing, digging, pushing deep into his mind looking for…someone. Katya!

Blackness overwhelmed him as his body sunk to the ground, his last thoughts on Eve.

Chapter Ten

Eve smiled at Katya's reflection as Hesta helped her daughter slip into a gown. It was the colour of chocolate and had delicate cream lacings trimming the low neckline. "You look lovely, Katya," Eve said.

Her daughter returned the smile through the mirror. "The king has sent me so many lovely gowns, I don't know which to pick from."

Hesta tightened the laces on Katya's back. "The master is a very generous man, my girl. Do not be fooled by his harsh exterior. Beneath him lies a man who has a big heart."

The healer gave Eve a long look, her weather-beaten face softening and Eve looked away nervously. The old woman was obviously--Eve gasped! She couldn't complete her thought because something fierce slammed into her stomach. Her breath caught and she stiffened violently. Drago! She grasped the armrest of her chair and rose unsteadily to her feet. Hesta and Katya stopped what they were doing and stared at her, worry lining their faces.

"Mama, what is it? You…you look ill!"

Eve felt ill--with panic and fear. Small tremors ran through her limbs as she tried to speak. She sensed him! She sensed Drago and he was in mortal danger!

She caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were blood red and she bared her fangs. She hissed as she shot a glance at her daughter and Hesta. "This cannot be," she spat.

"Mama, you're scaring me. What's happened?"

There was no time to explain. She sensed the presence of one of her kind and Drago's emptying thoughts. "Drago's in danger!" she yelled. "Hesta, he's in the Great Hall. Alert the guards!"

Without sparing another second, she sped from the room and flew down the hallway. She sailed down the stairs and flew towards the Great Hall. The guards growled when they saw her appear suddenly.

"Balkathan's vampire is in there!" she screamed before she crashed through the doors and ran a frantic gaze around the room. She unsheathed her wooden stake from her back and splayed it out before her.

She saw Drago on his knees by his throne with a child-demon's hands on his face. Oh my God, was she too late? Flying through the air, she grabbed the girl by the hair and yanked her off him. She glanced fearfully at Drago and saw him collapse on the floor.

The child-demon hissed at Eve as she pulled a small wooden contraption from a pocket on the side of her gown. She flicked a lever with her finger and the contraption snapped open, taking shape of a wooden stake.

"You're too late!" the child hissed, lunging at Eve. "I already know where she is and after I kill you, I will kill her."

Eve sprang to the side, barely avoiding the girl's stake. She heard Drago groan and shot him a panicked glance. He rose unsteadily, his hands clenched at his sides. Slowly, he turned his gaze to hers and her heart wrenched at the look on his face. It was a mixture of rage and fear and something else she couldn't define.

"Protect Eve," he roared hoarsely to the two guards rushing into the hall.

The guards shifted into their wolf forms and lunged towards the child-demon. Eve knew it was suicide because their strength was no match for the young girl's speed and she sprung in the air between them.

"No!" Drago roared and he shifted into his Lycan form.

Eve faced the child-demon, the wolves growling behind her, and pointed her stake to the girl. "I have never killed a child before. Please, don't…don't make me do this."

Dahlia bared her fangs and hissed. "I am not a child." With lightning reflex, she flung her stake at Eve.

Eve heard Drago roar with rage and before she could react, his Lycan form vaulted between her and the stake. In one swift movement, it entered his abdomen and he groaned as he fell to the ground. Rage blinded Eve and she hissed, flying over his body to land in front of the girl. She plunged her stake into the child-demon's heart. The Lycan guards shifted back to their human forms and ran to Drago while Eve watched the child-demon's body disintegrate into dust.

She turned and saw one of the guards pull the wooden stake from Drago and she ran to his side, collapsing on the ground beside him.

Fear shook her as she watched him revert back to his human self. Relieved, she watched his cut heal and disappear. He rose from the ground and glanced at the ashes of the girl. Grimacing, he gave his hand to Eve and helped her rise.

Without taking his eyes off her, he roared, "Everyone out!" The guards immediately took their leave. "How did you know I was in danger?" he asked harshly once they were alone.

Eve snapped out of her daze. "What matters is, I knew," she said, trying to sound calm. The tremor in her voice didn't help concealing her nerves. What if the girl had thrown a silver dagger at Eve? Drago could have been killed. The thought left her numb.

His nostrils flared. "So you are starting to feel it, too."

"Feel what?"

"Our bond," he rasped and lowered his head to cover her mouth with his.

He crushed her body to his and kissed her with a ruthless passion that thrilled her. In the midst of all the danger they had just passed, she wanted him. Eve's heart dropped as the scene in the corridor with Drago and Gretchen swam before her eyes. She pushed at his chest.

"Let me…go," she gasped beneath his mouth.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth and began his sensual exploration as his hands ran up and down her back and lower to her bottom. She was beginning to melt. Moaning against the passionate onslaught of his kiss, her hands wound themselves around his neck and, without meaning to, she pressed her lower body against his. He groaned and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer to hers. Letting caution run with the wind, her tongue mixed and meshed with his and she succumbed to the desire building in her limbs.

He withdrew briefly and murmured deeply, "My beautiful Eve," before he kissed her again.

She was soaring. And she didn't want this to end. She forgot about everything except this moment and how, for the first time in centuries, she felt like a woman. She felt passion and love and wanted to stay in his arms forever.

"Drago! I heard what happened!"

Eve stiffened. It was Gretchen's voice behind her. Slowly, Drago raised his head and held Eve against his chest.

"Take your leave, Gretchen," he said quietly over her head.

She caught the thick tension in his voice, as though the slightest tug would make him snap.

"So this vampire bitch has already put your life in danger. I knew it! She and her daughter are nothing but trouble and you need to banish them at once!"

Eve felt Drago's body go still and for a split second, she feared for Gretchen's life. Gently, she pushed herself out of his grasp and looked up into his handsome face. "I will go."

"No," he ground out. He snapped his gaze to Gretchen. "Guards!" Within a split second, Nolan and Falk entered the Great Hall. "Escort Gretchen off the grounds and never let her past the castle doors again. Is that clear?" he asked in a dangerously soft tone.

"Aye, Your Highness."

"Don't touch me," Gretchen spat at the guards. "I will go, just remember I warned you, Drago," she added, tossing him a hateful glare.

"I'm sorry," he told her once they were alone again.

Eve stepped away from him, hardening herself against the flash of regret she saw in his eyes. "She's right. Your whole kingdom is in jeopardy because of Katya."

"I will protect you both," he said thickly.

"No. I lo--I care about you too much to see you get hurt. Katya and I must leave." Grim-faced he reached for her and she sprung back with her vampire speed.

She heard trumpets blaring all around the castle and Eve frowned. "What is that?"

Drago clenched his jaw. "My son, Vasilis, has returned with Alexandra. I must go and see him, but I will come to you later. We must talk. Tonight."

"There's nothing left for us to say."

"I will be in my chambers in a couple of hours. If you're not there, I will come looking for you," he said firmly as he turned and walked to the door. "And I will find you." Their gazes locked briefly before he left.

Chapter Eleven

She was not in his chambers in two hours. She was in
hers.
And when he opened the door and strode in, she was not surprised. She knew he would come looking for her.

"Drago, we can never be together," she said without preamble.

His mouth tensed as an intense heat lit his dark gaze. "If you are worried about Gretchen, don't. I ended things with her and what you saw earlier was Gretchen kissing me, not the other way around." His face darkened with desire. "I cannot fight what I feel. I want you to be with me. Stay with me."

"Until you meet your
one?
No, I cannot."

"So that is what is keeping you from me. That damned legend."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Eve, I cannot explain this bind I have with you, nor can I predict the future, but what I
can
do is tell you I have never felt like this for a woman in my life, not even for the late queen." He ran a shaky rough hand through his hair. "The legend is true. There is one mate for every Lycan, but the legend does not apply to me."

Eve frowned.

"I've always felt…alone. My people, my land and my kingdom are my priority. They depend on me for food, shelter, protection. When my own father died and I inherited his crown, I swore I would take care of this land and make him proud. I married the queen to bear an heir and I love my son deeply, but I've always feared the legend would tear me away from my royal duties."

"I don't understand."

His face turned grim. "I am like you. I don't believe in fairy tales. Not for me, in any case. I am happy for my son, but what happened to him will not happen to me. There is no Lycan Legend for me. I believe in the now and how I can keep my kingdom safe. I can't believe in
ones
and happily ever afters. Too many lives depend on me." He inhaled slowly and released a heavy breath. "You are ideal for me. You are brave, courageous, kind. You are strong and honourable."

"What are you saying?"

"Be my wife. Rule by my side. You are a warrior at heart with a strong, courageous spirit. Together, we can protect this kingdom and make it prosper. You have power, beauty, bravery, all befitting qualities for a queen."

Eve didn't know what to say. She was stunned. She could never marry him and once he knew the truth about her, she doubted he'd want her.

"I'm sorry, Drago. I cannot be your queen."

His jaw tightened. "You don't have to answer me now. Let me show you how right it could be between us." He took her by the shoulders and drew her in his arms, his dark gaze dipping to her mouth. "Eve, I want you," he said. "Let us be together now, in this moment, as man and woman."