Created to be an assassin ... Treya knew nothing of soulmates.
As the league's best, she didn’t have friends. But Treya did have food, shelter, and the assurance that the lives she ended deserved it.
But did they really?
When Treya began to question orders, she was given a brother—a hostage to keep her in line. It worked for a bit, but now they need to escape. Only she needs help and who can she trust?
Alone, locked in his realm and slowly dying, anger surged as Ash sensed the female staking out his lair. Then it turned to curiosity as his dragon sought to claim her.
Yet, he had nothing to offer. Or did he?
As the enemy closes in choices will be made, but will they be the right ones?
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For fans of Sherrilyn Kenyon, J.R. Ward, Gena Showalter, Larissa Ione, Lara Adrian, Nalini Singh, Dianne Duvall and Christine Feehan.
Excerpt:
Treya’s heart lodged in her throat as the mighty dragon—it had to be Ash—turned his large head. He seemed to stare right at her.
Treya shivered. There was no way he could see her, could he?
He roared, a sound that shook the realm, then shot off the cliff. His tail flicked sharply with a crack behind him. Then he arrowed his body straight down, going way too fast.
Treya held her breath, certain he was going to crash into the spiked rocks far below. She exhaled as he leveled off at the last minute.
Shocked, Treya realized she was shaking and her knees had turned to limp noodles. She fell back to sit on a boulder, unable to tear her gaze away.
Ash rocketed straight up into the sky like a speeding comet. He entered a bolt of lightning, and swiftly followed it ever higher.
His whole body illuminated in a brilliant glow of energy. He was magnificent.
Treya’s pulse raced at the sight.
He roared again, a sonic vibration that seemed to rock the atmosphere all around her.
Rooted to the spot, Treya found herself mesmerized as the legend called Ash became one with the storm.
Never in all her years had she ever seen anything like the mighty creature. He owned the sky, the storm, the lighting, and as he gathered speed, it traveled with him. Bolts of light—energy—stayed with him, while others following in his wake, whipping and sizzling lashes of fury.
He drew the storm, pulled it, used and shaped it, roars echoing the furious booms sweeping the land. The rain came down harder, faster, plastering Treya’s hair against her face.
Something stung her cheeks, and it was a moment before she realized it was tears. Treya couldn’t remember ever crying in her life. She blinked, unsure why she was reacting this way. Yet her heart continued to pound in her chest as emotion choked her.
As the dragon finally disappeared, her heart calmed.
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