Forever Rowan

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Authors: Violet Summers
really gotten yourself in a fuckin’ pickle, he thought as he made his way around the room. The lights were on a dimmer and Aidan raised his eyes to the ceiling. Of course they were covered by something clear, and he bet it wasn’t made of glass.
    Stone wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t leave anything that could be used for a weapon lying around. There was no other furniture in the room, but a pile of extra clothing was folded neatly on the floor.
    Her scent floated in the air. Rowan was back. There were two doorways, one led to Rowan and the other was a bathroom. Aidan made his way to the second opening and looked inside. No mirror, only a sink, toilet and small shower stall, no curtain, no privacy.
    What did he really expect? He was a prisoner of a psychotic fanatic, not staying in a five-star resort.
    He left the bathroom. Only one more room to go. Aidan’s heart rate picked up speed, the hammering in his chest becoming harder at the mere thought of seeing Rowan again.
    He’d never believe she was on her father’s side or that she’d set out to seduce him. Dragons were fairly good at reading people’s emotions through facial expression and body language, a gift each member of the clan was born with. Instinctively they could distinguish the smallest movement of the body, the slightest inflection in the voice. Many dragons were ambassadors to just about every county in the world. Despite their tempers, or maybe even because of them, dragonkind had learned to control their beasts and become great diplomats as a result.
    Aidan knew he possessed none of his race’s greater qualities. What he did have had been torn out of him the day Fiona was taken from his arms by hunters, never to be seen again.
    He held onto the anger of that day, held it tightly to him. He never forgot and he’d vowed to find those who had taken her and kill them.
    Shaking his head, he stalked toward the door that led to Rowan. Now was not the time for a trip down memory lane.
    The light in the room was dim. He recognized her shape on a sofa placed against the wall. He turned the dimmer up, wanting to see her face. He’d be able to tell if she held any guilt or deception.
    She was turned away from him, her body huddled as close to the couch as she could get. Her breathing was slow and even. She was sleeping. He wasn’t sure if she’d been drugged as he’d been, and decided to leave her in peace. He could still smell the blood from her earlier wounds, but didn’t wake her. He fought the need to take her in his arms and pushed it aside.
    She wore only a thin cotton robe and he grew hard as he imagined her naked underneath. He clenched his fists to keep from sliding a hand between her thighs and touching what was his. The bonding released a never-ending supply of pheromones. The need to fuck his wife over and over again would be impossible to fight for any length of time.
    Instead he concentrated on the rest of the room. Like in the bedroom, there was a camera up high on the wall. There were two gigantic pillows in the middle of the room which he supposed were meant to be used as chairs.
    The door to the room was the same kind as the one in his cell. This one had a slot much like the ones you see in jail and lying at the bottom was a bag. The aroma of cold chicken wafted out from it.
    He sat down next to the door and ripped the bag open. Yep, cold chicken along with two Styrofoam bowls, one containing potatoes and the other broccoli. Accompanying the food were two large cups filled with water. He drank his in two swallows. At least they could fill them up in the sink when needed. It could have been raw steak for all he cared, now that he was free to move about his appetite had returned. He ate with relish and moaned slightly as his stomach filled with food. He left half of the contents in the bag for Rowan when she woke.
    After filling his belly, Aidan stayed where he was, watching the rise and fall of Rowan’s back. He knew there was true evil in

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