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his hands on the table. “Do I look as if I’d make a stupid decision?”
    “You look like you’re holding back a tide of rage.”
    Rage. Aye, that’s exactly what flowed through him. Rage and … desire. He briefly squeezed his eyes closed and tried to shove back the need clawing through him. Tried and failed. “Two of my fellow Kings were taken recently.”
    “They escaped,” she said softly.
    “A friend was taken. I have to find her.”
    “Her?”
    Was that a hint of jealousy he heard in her voice? Kiril straightened and walked into the front room without looking at Shara. He stopped at the sideboard with various crystal decanters filled with liquor. He poured two glasses of whisky and turned around.
    Shara stood in the doorway, her expression closed and her body rigid. Good. He wanted her off kilter. He wanted the Dark to wonder what he was up to. He held out the whisky.
    She didn’t move from her spot. “Aren’t you going to turn on the lights?”
    “Why? You’ve already walked through my house last night.”
    Her eyes flared. “How did you know? There are no cameras. I used my magic to search.”
    “Your scent was everywhere.” Kiril inhaled, pulling her smell deep within him. His cock swelled, need heating his blood.
    Shara regarded him a moment longer before she walked to him and accepted the proffered glass of whisky. “You said you were looking for someone. Is she … is she your lover?” she asked and quickly lifted the glass to her lips.
    “Would it matter if she was?”
    “If the Dark have her, you should just forget her. Humans never last long.”
    “I never said she was human.”
    Shara took a hasty step back. “Fae? You’re looking for a Fae? But Dragon Kings hate all Fae.”
    “Who told you that? Your family? We despise the Dark. The Light … we’ve come to work with on occasion.” She didn’t need to know it was a very rare occasion and only with Rhi.
    “It doesn’t matter. Whoever the Dark takes is never the same, even if you do find her.”
    Kiril glanced around the darkened room. He walked to a leather chair and sat, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. “Did you know that during the Fae Wars the Dark took two Dragon Kings? At different times, of course.”
    “I suppose they escaped as well? Are you telling me we don’t know how to hold a Dragon King?”
    “The Dark did … things to my brethren. One completely lost his mind and attacked us, which is what the Dark wanted. He had to be killed. The other King knew what was happening to him, but he couldna stop it. He came to us and begged to be killed before he could harm one of us.”
    Shara sipped her whisky before she said, “You lost two Kings and I lost seven siblings.”
    “And the Light the Dark took?”
    “The Dark take the Light and the Light take the Dark.”
    Kiril let his gaze drift down her body. How he itched to have her long legs wrapped around him. Things would be so much easier if he didn’t desire her as he did, but there wasn’t a switch he could flip to turn off his body’s reaction. The more he tried to ignore the growing desire, the more it raged uncontrollably within him.
    He gave himself a mental shake and returned to their conversation. “What’s the plan, then? Will the Dark storm in here and try to capture me?”
    Shara walked around the room, her hand skimming along the backs of the chairs. “No.”
    “No?” Kiril set aside his glass on the table next to him and silently rose to his feet. He followed her as if a string tied them together. “What then?”
    “You don’t really want to know.”
    Kiril spun her around so hard that her glass flew from her hand and landed upon a rug, spilling the whisky but not breaking the crystal. “Tell me,” he demanded in a soft, deadly voice.
    “My job is to seduce you.” She held her stance for a heartbeat before she retreated, taking two steps back.
    He tracked her until she was once more in the entryway. The