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Micah gave a single nod as the couple reached them. Emmy proved not as stout of heart as Esme—she took one look at the Guardian of the Abyss and fell into a dead faint. Scowling, Micah bent down, picked her up without effort and glared at her gaping husband. “Take us inside.”

“Yes, my lord!” The man hurried ahead, his torch bobbing wildly above a head covered by a long white nightcap.

“Yes,” he said when Liliana asked about the nighthorses while Micah placed the man’s wife on a table, “we host a pair. My Emmy is a healer of beasts—they come to see her, stay awhile, help the travelers they like. Magical creatures, you know, can’t force them to do anything.”

The inside of the inn explained why they’d caught the couple so unprepared—the place was empty but for the four of them. “We used to be busy as bees, we did,”
the innkeeper muttered, his long face mournful. “Then
him
came and now everyone’s too scared to pass this way. He’s got monsters guarding the roads into Elden, hasn’t he? And most folks, they passed this way toward the kingdom, didn’t they? Such a wonderful place it was—sad what’s become of it. Sad indeed.”

He continued to mutter away under his breath, not realizing he’d driven a spike of ice into Liliana’s mind. She hadn’t known about the monsters, hadn’t prepared for them. What were they going to do? The time—

Fingers closing around the back of her neck, a small squeeze. “We will consider it in a few hours, Lily.”

“Lord.” The innkeeper bobbed his head. “Here we are. One room for the lady and one room for yo—”

“
One
room.” Micah’s tone left no room for argument.

The innkeeper’s eyes swung to her, but instead of the scandalized reproach she expected, she saw only pity. Her first response was to ignore it, so used was she to that look…but then she caught the fear behind the pity and realized the poor man thought Micah was going to eat her alive or something else horrendous—after all, he was the Guardian of the Abyss.

Rather than disabusing the trembling man of his erroneous notions, she did her best to look fearful when the innkeeper gave her the keys and showed them to the simple but large room. The Guardian’s reputation did as much to protect the Abyss from encroachment as the dangers of the badlands.

Kicking off her shoes and tights the instant they were inside, she pulled off her tunic, pushed down the sheet and crawled in. A naked Micah followed at almost the same moment, hauling her against him and throwing a heavy thigh over her own. Safe, she fell into darkness.

M
icah woke to the realization that dawn remained at least an hour away. Heading out into the dark wasn’t an option—light would be their friend when facing the monsters the Blood Sorcerer had created. Which meant he’d have to use that hour some other way.

Glancing down at the woman curled up against his side, he told himself she was tired, that he should let her rest. It would be the right thing to do. Unfortunately, the good part of him was totally overwhelmed by the part that wanted to roll her onto her back, part her thighs and slide into her deep and hard.

Extricating his arm from under Liliana’s head, he nudged her gently onto her back. She mumbled something but didn’t wake. The depth of her trust in him made a quiet, fierce happiness hum through his blood. That trust, the wicked part of him murmured, should make removing her underthings so much easier.

Peeling down the sheet until it lay at her feet, he smiled in satisfaction as her tight, bitable breasts were exposed to his gaze. Warm and relaxed in sleep, one arm thrown over her head, and with only a whisper of fine cloth hiding the curls between her thighs from his gaze, she presented a luscious picture. He thought about sucking her nipples to wake her up, but he was enjoying the view too much.

Bracing himself beside her, he looked his fill, running his gaze over those firm little peaks with the dark nipples and wide areole. His cock, already hard, pressed insistent and demanding against her thigh, and she made a restless movement before settling. But she’d cocked her leg, the thin fabric that covered her mound stretching tight.

Stroking his hand oh-so-gently over her thigh, he got her to straighten up her leg again, and then, not wanting to lose the opportunity, inched down the tease of clothing that covered her until he could pull it off and discard it over the side of the bed.

Now, she was naked. And all his.

Braced beside her again, he insinuated his hand between her thighs, waiting until she settled before rubbing one finger along the seam of her flushed folds. A tiny sound, her body arching into the caress. Liking that, he repeated the act. Her breathing altered, and he froze…but she remained asleep.

He touched her again, so slow and stealthy, felt a slick of dampness.

Removing his hand, he spread her thighs and moved over her, fitting his cock to the entrance that was so wet and hot for him. Her eyes snapped open as he began to push into her, her hands fisting in his hair when he dropped his head to suck at her nipples, doing that thing
with his tongue that had made her clench around his hardness the previous night. It did so now, too. Groaning deep in his throat, he reached down to spread her wider, and then he shoved in all the way.

A cry muffled against his chest, but it held only pleasure, no pain. He would never hurt his Liliana. Pumping into her in short, hard thrusts, he lifted his head to claim her mouth. She wrapped a leg around him at the same time, attempting to brace herself against the bed with the other.

Laughing at her frustration at being unable to control the rhythm, he squeezed one breast with a surely proprietary hand—after all, she was his—before flipping them so that she was on top, with him below. “There, Lily. Am I not generous?”

She brought herself up into a seated position with her palms flat on his chest, moaned. “You’re very hard.”

Gripping her hips, he urged her into a slow rotating movement that felt very, very good. “It’s morning. You’re naked. There is no mystery here.” The last words were a groan because she was starting to squeeze him with her inner muscles as she moved and, oh, he liked that.

“Micah, wait.” She pushed at his hands when he would’ve urged her to increase the pace.

Deciding to occupy himself elsewhere, he cupped her breasts in the curve created by thumb and forefinger, squeezed in to pinch her nipples. “Come closer,” he said, her breasts sweet temptation. “I want to use my teeth.”

“Horrible, teasing beast.” Pulling his hands off her breasts, she used their handclasp to brace herself and lift up off his cock.

The exquisite silken suction bowed his back. Then
she slid down and the shock of liquid heat had his balls drawing up tight to his body. Knowing he was going to spill sooner rather than later, he broke her hold and reached down to flick that tiny nub between her thighs.

“Micah.”
She shuddered around his cock on her second downward stroke, and after that, there really was no hope for either of them.

Finishing her bath in the shallow tub, Liliana pulled on fresh underwear, part of a set of two that Micah had made a predawn trip into the village to get for her the morning they left the Black Castle. She’d never be able to face the shopkeeper again, but at least she felt decent. That done, she was bending over to grab her tights when she found herself being pulled backward and into Micah’s lap where he sat half-dressed on the bed. Settling in, she wrapped an arm around his neck. They had time yet—the light hadn’t touched the horizon.

He slid his hand up her rib cage to cup her breast, and while it was a lusty act, as he was an unashamedly lusty man, it was also affectionate and comforting. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, winter-green eyes clear and free of deception, yet no less strong for their purity. “Your father won’t win.”

“I just…” Drawing in a deep breath of the morning air, she nuzzled her face against the solid warmth of his neck. “He hurt me,” she said, telling him because he was Micah, who would never betray her. “Part of me is still that scared little girl, hoping my door won’t open at night, that I won’t be dragged screaming, sweat-soaked and shivering to—” a huge knot in her throat “—to witness him slit the throats of innocent men and women, watch their blood drip along the channels carved into
his killing bench and into the enspelled pots that keep the blood ever-fresh.”

Micah’s hand clenched tight on the back of her head. “For that alone, I will make him suffer before he dies.”

“No, Micah.” She couldn’t bear the thought of him becoming tainted in any way by the Blood Sorcerer. “I needed you to know in case I freeze up during the fight.” It was a humiliating and horrifying thought, but she had to consider it. “If I do, please don’t show any mercy in trying to wake me. Slap me if you have to, but
get me out of the nightmare
.”

“I won’t slap you, Lily.” A brutal line to his jaw. “I might just kiss you, though—and use my tongue.”

That suddenly, her worry transformed into a need so intense it scared her. “Save yourself, Micah,” she whispered. “Whatever happens, please don’t let him kill you.” He was someone unique and wonderful and she couldn’t bear to think of the world without him.

“If you die, Lily,” he said, fondling her breast, “I’ll steal your soul and take you to the Abyss, where I will keep you in my magical dungeon so you can never escape.” The threat was sealed with a Micah kind of kiss. Hot and dark and possessive.

The pleasure drugged her until she could almost not taste the guilt. Because she’d broken her promise and lied to him again—a lie of omission, but that had been her sin the first time, too. Yet how could she tell him about the death spell when she knew he wouldn’t allow it? No, dishonorable as it was, she couldn’t bring herself to confess her secret—not when it might mean Micah’s life.

Night-horses were creatures of legend, rare and fierce. Her father had never been able to trap one,
though he coveted their proud blood—and for that mercy, she could only thank the heavens. Standing beside Micah, she looked at the two huge beasts he’d brought forward—both were as black as pitch, with eyes of a startling amber that sparked with temper.

Huffing and pawing at the ground, they showed her their teeth, as if they would take a bite out of her. Micah, strapping his sword to the saddlebag, tapped the nearest one on the nose. “She is my mate. Treat her with respect.”

Liliana didn’t know what shocked her more—Micah’s words, or the way the horses dropped their heads as if in shame. Staring at Micah, who seemed oblivious to the turmoil he’d engendered within her, she reached forward to cautiously pet first one velvety nose, then the other. “You are very magnificent,” she said with complete honesty. “I’m sure you are the fastest creatures in all the realms.”

Their heads lifted, manes flaring in pride. In those eyes of amber lightning, she saw magic that sang to her blood. “You must run,” she whispered. “When you have taken us to our destination, turn around and promise me you will
run
.” Her father, if he caught these amazing beasts, would brutalize them—to imagine them broken and bloody in razor chains made her heart ache.

The horses neighed in rebellion.

“They are creatures of great pride, Liliana,” Micah told her, “warriors in their own right. We must treat them as comrades.”

It was hard for her to do that, to accept that she might be riding these glorious animals to their deaths, but there was no arguing with the sentient eyes looking back at her. “Thank you, friends.” With that, she swung
herself onto one of the horses and waited for Micah to do the same.

The innkeeper and his lady wife—both considerably richer—waved them goodbye with tearful eyes, aware of their destination. They were good people, had promised Liliana and Micah that there would always be a bed for them at the inn regardless of what may come.

Taking a last look at the cheery building, Liliana met eyes of winter-green. “Ready?”

His response was a wicked smile and a, “Whoa!” that sent his night-horse racing ahead.

Laughing—an unforeseen gift—she raced after him, her own magical partner ready for the chase. They raced each other until the inn faded out of sight, then settled into a steady run of such furious speed that Liliana expected to see wings. Exhilarated in spite of the evil to come, she allowed herself a moment to remember the time before dawn.

Waking in such a way, to see Micah with that playful, sensual smile on his face, his body so big and hot around her, inside her…it was something she wanted to experience a million times over. But even if, by some inconceivable miracle, she survived this, she knew that was never going to happen. Micah believed what he said, of that she had not a single doubt, but she also knew how royal houses functioned.

A prince, regardless of his position in line for the throne, was expected to marry a certain kind of woman, a woman with an unsullied past, one who could carry the crown of princess with elegance and beauty.

Everything Liliana was not.

You could be his mistress.

The sly suggestion came from the part of her that had no honor where Micah was concerned. She was
sure she would do any terrible thing to be with him—but she didn’t think she could stand to share him, to know that another woman had the right to bear his name and his children, to love him and hold him. It would break her.

No, when the time came, she would quash this selfish need and let him go, allow him to embrace the destiny that had always been his.

“Liliana!”

Looking up, she followed the line of Micah’s raised hand. She couldn’t see anything at first, but then realized the ground not far in front of them was moving. “What is that?”

“Snakes.”

Horror uncurled within her—the writhing sprawl went on at least five lengths deep, in every direction as far as the eye could see. There was no way to circle or jump it. Then she saw the glittering red scales on the snakes’ backs. “Get back!” Touching Micah’s arm, she urged him to move back with her. “Their poison,” she said when they were at a safe distance, “it’s enough to bring down the horses.”

The night-horses shook their heads and stamped their feet, as if in violent disagreement. Proud, temperamental creatures. Rather like the man in front of her, who scowled. “Snake fangs can’t penetrate their skin.”

“These snakes aren’t natural,” she told him, having been chained naked in the tower room when her father created them, her wounds seeping. He’d needed powerful blood, but the Blood Sorcerer rarely spilled his own. “Their fangs are made of steel. However, I can use my sorcery to make them move.”

Thick and gleaming, the snakes’ hissing was a con
tinuous susurration in the air as they stroked and rolled over one another—when they weren’t devouring each other. Strange how her father’s creations had a way of turning out cannibalistic. Thicker than Micah’s forearm and at least ten feet long, each could crush a human being. The only good news was that they appeared to be restricted to moving within a defined boundary—likely a sorcerous safeguard to ensure they wouldn’t spread across the land.

“We won’t use your magic,” Micah said after a moment. “Your father may have laid further traps tied to your blood. As we are now in a realm in which he holds power, there is a good chance the effects will be more virulent.”

Though it galled, she agreed. There was also no point in giving away her presence when the element of surprise was the only real advantage they had. “They’re afraid of fire,” she said, remembering her father’s anger at that flaw. “But it’d have to be a big one to scare a swarm this large.”

“We don’t need to scare them all.” Turning his night-horse so that he was positioned behind her, he said, “When I tell you to go, you take your horse and fly.
Understood
.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m ready.”

“Promise me.”

Thinking he needed to be sure because the escape would require split-second timing, she nodded. “I promise.” Stroking the mane of her night-horse, which was too intelligent to fuss, but clearly didn’t like being near the snakes, she waited. And almost screamed in horror as she turned back to see Micah jump off his horse and to the ground. “No!”

“Remember your promise.” With that, he dug his fin
gers into the earth. The strain across his shoulders and on his face was obvious, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. But his eyes, they were focused forward. Following his gaze, she saw the swarm grow agitated, hissing in a nonstop chorus, sharp and fractious.

An instant later, they began to slither rapidly away in two directions, opening a narrow—too narrow—corridor in between. That’s when she saw thin runnels of magma forcing their way out of the earth, burning the snakes bellies, making them squirm to get away. Heart thudding, she went to turn to look at Micah again when she heard,
“Run!”