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Unknown Binding
First published January 18, 2019
Sweet fucking diamonds, weren’t elves supposed to be all brightness and light or some shit? Lysander knew their assassins were different but this… this was… he didn’t have words to describe this.
He didn’t look nearly as weak as he should have. Didn’t they need light to live? This one looked like vengeance alone sustained him.
Mirann’s gaze sat heavy on his back. Apparently, she was impressed with the fuck-up she’d walked in on. And Lysander had thought amethyst were wired wrong. The bronze took fucked-up to a whole new level. Maybe all dragons were wired wrong.
“My name is Eroan Ilanea,” he breathed, setting his name free. “I was forged in the fires of Ifreann, quenched in Alumn’s maelstrom, for a single purpose... to kill the Dragon Queen.”
“Lysander is a diamond in the rough. Even broken, he is worth a thousand amethyst.”
Bring them all down… but one. The dragon with the green eyes and broken wing. The one who had dared think differently.
Being a survivor, living with the pain, healing from it, it makes you strong.
“My name is Eroan Ilanea,” he breathed, setting his name free. “I was forged in the fires of Ifreann, quenched in Alumn’s maelstrom, for a single purpose... to kill the Dragon Queen.”
“So, why are you helping me? Why are you different?” she asked.
He shrugged and dragged a smile out of nowhere. “I’ve no idea. If you figure it out, let me know, won’t you.” He offered his hand again. This time, she took it.
Fear held Lysander rooted to the spot and kept his hands locked at his sides. Fear that if he took a single step closer, if he lifted his hand and tucked that stray curl of white hair back behind Eroan’s tipped-ear, it wouldn’t stop there. He’d turn the elf’s face toward him, and if Eroan didn’t stop him, he’d taste those soft lips like he’d ached to since he’d first seen the elf in chains. And if he still wasn’t stopped, he’d explore that mouth, and when he was done there, he’d sweep the elf’s hair back and taste the curve of his neck.
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If tomorrow was the end, then what was a kiss today?Wow! A dark, twisted, and fast-paced fantasy adventure. SO my cup of tea.
The need to own, to hoard, to have. The dragons' curse.Plot : Both humans and elves are near extinction at the hands (or teeth) of dragons. In its latest attempt to kill the Queen, the Elven Order of Assassins has sent its best to the dragon stronghold. There, Eroan is captured, imprisoned and tortured . . . and meets the dragon prince, Lysander.
Eroan could almost believe this prince with his half-smile and haunted silences was something other than the monster.And so begins Lysander and Eroan's impossible love/hate relationship.
There was a great deal more to this elf than the fleeting glimpses he'd revealed so far. Lysander found himself wanting to peel back those layers to discover what secrets lay beneath.Be prepared for an incredible ride! I loved every moment of this one. I mean, who doesn't love dragons? Especially these cute and cuddly types:
Her kind - a dragonkin who cared for others - were rare. As far as he knew, they didn't fix their weak, they ate them.LOL, good stuff.
The deep, luscious sound rumbled through his chest and sank into Lysander's bones stoking the fires hotter, brighter, luring the beast in him out of its hiding place and spilling its needs and wants through his veins.A HUGE thank you to MONIQUE for inviting me to read this one with her. Without you, Moni, I would have put this off for who knows how long. Thanks for the buddy read. 🥰