Dream Warrior by Sherrilyn Kenyon Read Free Book Online

he alone suspected treachery said much for why he was a valuable ally.
    â€œNo need to be so jumpy.”
    His face was absolute stone. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œI’ve brought you a gift.”
    Jericho scowled at her, wondering what game she played—and he knew she was playing something. Her entire demeanor warned him that she was about to make him even angrier. And he wasn’t jumpy. It was just that he knew the treachery that lived in the hearts of all creatures. It was all he expected of them.
    No one could be trusted.
    Actually, that wasn’t true. They could be trusted to screw over the people around them when it served their purposes. That he would bank on.
    â€œGift?”
    Her smile was wicked and it was colder than ice. “Bon appetit, precious,” Azura said as she snapped her fingers. The sound was still ringing in his ears when a small form materialized at his feet.
    Jericho gasped at the sight of the tiny woman …
    One who was completely naked.

CHAPTER 3
    Delphine stiffened as she came awake to find herself sprawled face down on a cold marble floor. Naked. Mortified. Terrified.
    Rising slightly, she tried to cover herself with her hands, but she lacked enough hands to do it. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she was more than aware of the pair of black men’s boots she couldn’t take her gaze off of. Mostly because she didn’t want to see this man, whoever he was, eye to eye after he’d seen her completely naked.
    Heat spread over her as she wanted to crawl into a hole, one that hopefully had some clothes in it, and hide.
    Cursing so foully he made her jump, the man knelt down. She tensed, expecting the worst and ready to fight him to the death.
    But he didn’t touch her.
    Instead he pricked his finger with a small knife, and the blood from his fingertip wove itself around her to form a warm crimson cloak that covered her completely. She still didn’t look at him. She couldn’t while she was this embarrassed.
    â€œThat was unnecessary,” he growled in that deeply masculine tone she’d recently learned belonged to Cratus. His voice rumbled like angry thunder.
    It was Azura who answered him. “She’s our offering to you to show you our thanks for your loyalty.”
    Completely covered now and finding some semblance of dignity, Delphine rose to find Jericho glaring at Azura, who stood in the corner by the door. The evil goddess looked entirely too pleased with herself.
    Smirking at Delphine, Azura gestured toward her. “She’s your slave.”
    Delphine gaped at her disclosure even though Jericho didn’t say anything.
    â€œI’ve bound her powers and delivered her to you,” Azura continued. “Do with her as you please. But you should know she’s one of the Oneroi and friend to the Dolophoni you hate so much … the ones who have tortured you for centuries. I’ve restored all of her emotions so that you can take pleasure however you see fit…” She started to leave, then paused. “Oh, and you’ll probably want to know she’s one of Zeus’s favorites among the goddesses. I’m told he values her greatly.”
    Delphine opened her mouth to deny it, but no words would come out. Azura had her voice blocked.
    Oh, to have one second of her powers …
    And a minute alone with that deceitful bitch.
    Her features smug, Azura vanished in a cloud of blue smoke.
    Jericho glanced at his new “present,” intending to return the woman to Azura immediately, but the moment his gaze met hers, he was frozen in place.
    Long, wavy blond hair contrasted sharply with the red cloak he’d made for her. But it was her eyes that held him prisoner. A deep hazel green, they showed him a potent fear that she, as a Dream-Hunter, shouldn’t have been able to experience. More than that, they showed her spirit and her fight. She was tensed to hold her own even