Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher by H. C. Brown Read Free Book Online Page A

the Singing Forest. He absorbed the Dragonfae’s anger, relishing in Lumos’ pain. The man’s agony filled him like the sweetest wine. Lucifer, the Fae’s heartache made him drunk with euphoria. Although Lumos had refused the tainted wine and not succumbed to Drog’s potion, the Dragonfae had been easy to manipulate once the beast had found the mate he had sought for more than a century. The dragon had become intoxicated with desire, the beast’s senses trained on one objective—Thalia.
    The instant the dragon had landed in the clearing and had morphed into Lumos, his capture had been simple. He would have killed the Dragonfae then, if not for the chance that his brother, Axim, would step up to take the challenge at Drakka. No, a far better plan was to make Lumos miss the deadline, and forfeit the realm.
    Inhaling to draw in more of Lumos’ frustration, Drog puffed out his chest at his ingenuity. He had set his brother, Boris, the task of finding the Dragonfae’s mate. A simple spell had found the few females with dragon flames dancing in their eyes. By secreting each of the females’ scent via articles of clothing around the Dragonfae lair, Boris only had had to note which of the concealed garments attracted Lumos. Drog had found to his great satisfaction that the girl Thalia was the daughter of King Garro—a Nomag. The girl chosen by the gods for the Dragonfae heir, an innocent, had proved an easy target for Boris. The young Magus had cast a simple spell to turn Thalia’s people against her, blaming the girl for the death of their queen. The king had banished the female from the herd—or whatever it was they called a group of Nomags.
    The Magus rubbed his hands together and chuckled. A shiver of pure bliss ran down his spine. After all, it had been his ingenious spell that had transformed the king’s men accompanying Thalia into a pack of lusty fiends worthy of their place in the Underworld. How he had enjoyed immersing himself in the innocent’s screams of terror. His cock ached at the memory.
    Drog grinned into the gloom. His plan had worked beautifully. Six months had passed since his gift of fifty casks of the finest wine—tainted with a mind-controlling potion—had arrived at Drakka. Now with twenty dragons under his enchantment he had an army to rival the gods’ militia. He needed to gain control of Drakka and destroy the Gate of the gods.
    The girl’s mind had proved easy to infiltrate. Nomags had no idea true magyck existed. The creatures had no barriers against dark telepathy and he could bend Thalia to his will with a snap of his fingers. Now, he would use Lumos’ desire for the Nomag female to control him.
    Drog snorted with glee. He would dangle the girl in front of the Fae like a carrot for a donkey. He would control Thalia’s mind, with a suggestion here, a little push there, and he would have the girl manipulating the Dragonfae for him with consummate ease. Lucifer, imagine the satisfaction of having the Nightdragon under his control?
    With a laugh, the Magus watched Lumos fell tree after tree. Damn, he could taste the blood streaming from the Fae’s knuckles, feel the crack of his bones. Delicious. How easily he had drawn the Dragonfae heir to the Singing Forest. The girl’s Dragonsong had been an unexpected bonus, then, to witness Lumos’ response to Thalia’s silk scarf, the Dragonfae’s desperation had been an unexpected delight. The lovers would have crossed paths eventually but perhaps a few years later. In truth, Thalia would probably die if Lumos mated her at this young age. The Faerie females matured at one hundred summers for a reason. The Magus shrugged—he didn’t care a fig about a Nomag of eighteen summers. He had set his sights on more complex matters.
    Steam billowing around him, Lumos slammed his blood-soaked hands into the trunk of another tree. The Magus licked his lips. How I wish I could lick the blood from your knuckles, Dragonfae. The lovestruck dragon had