Fate Of The Minotaur (Her Dragon's Bane 5) by Harmony Raines Read Free Book Online Page A

your own good. You are only safe by my side. When the others know what you have seen, then they will be searching for you until they find you. And then they would snuff you out.”
    “Why?”
    “Because what you have seen in that exquisite head of yours is too valuable. You are the key, Sybil. But then you know that, don’t you?”
    “Some people think more highly of themselves than others.”
    He laughed, a sexy sound if ever she had heard one. And she wondered what he had been like in life. Terribly irresistible. Had that been his downfall? “I like you, Sybil, I really do. Unlike that seer who belongs to the dragons, you have a warmth and humility that I used to find incredibly hard to find even in life.”
    “So how do I know that you are the one I should trust? How do I know you are the good in this war?”
    “War?” he whispered. “So that is what is to come. Oh, my dear Sybil, please tell me what you know.”
    She stood, her lips tight as she studied him. This was the first time, in so many years, that she was thinking of telling someone what she had seen. And if he listened and acted on her vision, that would be something new. And it scared her. What if by interfering she made it worse?
    Then her dream flashed in front of her eyes, and she knew it couldn’t be any worse. Then she stopped, her breath held in her throat. There he was. She replayed it again. And when her eyes flew to his, she saw pain there. He didn’t need her to speak; he knew that she had seen his death in those images.
    “Ahh. So it comes at last. Do you know how many centuries I have lived? How long I have thought that death would be a release. But now it is nearly upon me, I would cling to this waking death.”
     

Chapter Thirteen – Fin
    He woke up to find her gone. For a moment, he lay there, his hand on the cold sheets. She had been gone for a long time, but it was still dark outside. Why would she be up in the middle of the night? Another dream—or perhaps she knew one was coming and she went to hide from it in the light of wakefulness.
    Expecting to find her downstairs in the small kitchen, he dressed and headed down to her, wanting to comfort her and chase all her demons away. It was empty. Going to the kettle, he found that to be as cold as the bed; she hadn’t come down to make some soothing tea. She must be outside. Panic took him: if she was outside, even on the veranda, she was vulnerable.
    When he pushed the handle down, he was surprised to find the back door locked. She must be in the house somewhere. He went from room to room, searching, calling, his voice becoming frantic. At last, he returned to the bedroom and switched on the light; he saw her discarded nightclothes on the floor. She had dressed before she had gone out. Sybil had left voluntarily.
    Had she gone to the dragons? He ran down the stairs, practically tore the back door from its hinges when he couldn’t find the key, and fled into the night. He would go to Charlotte first, then if she had no answers, they would go to the Stronghold.
    His head was filled with confusion and a growing rage. It clouded his mind, making the forest in front of him, already dark and foreboding, seem like such a terrifying place. Especially when he thought of his sweet Sybil out here alone. He sprinted faster—so fast he didn’t see the shape of a woman to his right, he didn’t even know she was there. Not until he tripped over her outstretched foot and sprawled onto the ground for the second time in twenty-four hours.
    Before his body had even touched the ground, he was propelling himself up, his fists clenched, ready to fight. He cursed himself for not bringing one of this wooden stakes with him: if this was a vampire, he might be doomed. Maybe it was a mistake coming here to Spellholm, but if he met his death, at least the realm of the Labyrinth would be relinquished from his care. Open for anyone to find it. He might have regretted leaving there, taking on this strange