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He and Uthyr, his dragon ally, stood on a terrace high in Sian's castle A league below theions clamored for war
Sian was feeling just as bloodthirsty "If Princess Kari's even been reincarnated" Merely thinking about the perfidious bitch made his muscles tense "I have only the word of a soothsayer"
But he'd always believed
Uthyr rested on his hind legs and wrapped his spiked tail around his gigantic body Like all Morior, he could communicate telepathically: --Your feo her whole life without reht have no memory of a betrayal What then?--
Sian hoped she did reh memory for both of us"
Uthyr gave a dragonic sigh, a lazy strea from his lips --Will you not tell me your mate's crimes?--
Even after so long, Sian couldn't speak about her actions without going into a rage When he gripped the handle of his ax, he could feel Uthyr studying him
The dragon shifter had decided to take a sabbatical in Pandeaon population" Most likely he was here to ression
Sian didn't care what the shifter did, as long as he didn't get in the way "All you need to know is that she betrayed me and every demon of this realm" Because of her, Sian had been left maimed for ten millennia Inwardly, he'd been scarred much, much worse
For eons, he had awaited his revenge, not only on his mate, but on her entire hated species
Uthyr scratched his neck with the claws of a back paw, shedding a old scale --You've never doubted she would be reborn What made you so certain?--
Because he'd had no choice "When I learned of her death, I vowed to live long enough to see her return" How else could he have gone on?
He would never forget falling to his knees beside the river of fire, roaring and clawing at his chest, grief and hatred blistering him inside
--No word on your bounty?--
"I the universe for her If she retains her species and her unique appearance"--a fey with one amber eye and one violet--"she will be found" If not, he would take over the hunt between his next tars
In the first caht off an invasion of trespassers In the second, he would launch his own invasion
Nothing pleased Sian so well as a good, rateful to have conflicts to distract hi of his mate's possible reincarnation
And since he'd been struck by the hell-change curse
Upon his brother's recent death, Sian had reluctantly returned to Pandees He'd started to transforood looks into his most monstrous self
Whoever ruled hell slowly became hell The last tier had stared back at him
His forlyphs over his chest His chiseled features had become blunter, more brutal Mystical hell e of his nose and through his nipples, not to mention other parts of his body
He'd grown a pair ofblack claws tipped his fingers and the toes of his beastlike feet
For ten one without horns--thanks to Kari--but now a new, larger pair had e even than before A wide swath of skin surrounding his eyes was darkened like a dereen irises rerip of rage
The hell-change heightened his aggression until he could barely think at times, his most primal demon instincts at the fore Like him, hell was
in turht be alive, the realued with firestorms and lava floods Ash choked the air The skies churned
He rubbed his hand over his still-unfamiliar face Even if she retained nize him
All those years ago, he'd believed his mate had felt some measure of attraction to him Now she would be repelled
Only one thing could return hi on madness
The dragon's watchful gaze was upon hies, ill looks matter? We Morior have a mission, demon We live lives of service--
"Is that the point of our unending existences?" Sian's life seeave up a grain of sand every few centuries "Is service what s?"
--That and television--
Sian lifted a brow "Alas, those two enticements have little effect on me"
--Then what does affect you?--
"A challenge I can't reainst any of us" The Morior--not even at full strength--continued to rout any opposition with ease "Our power is vast, but life is long without challenge I would give my ax to find a worthy opponent"
Would he ever know a hard-won victory again?