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ast, echoing space. Gideon Carlisle's gaze was a physical weigh

ot cower; it hummed with a primal, combative thrill. The air was thick with

other now, laced with a dangerous amusement. "

ed by the ancient pride of my true lineage. "From the moment

escaped him. "My bride? I d

g the sharp line of his jaw and thin, unsmiling lips. "The rumors say I'm

e rumors also say you have a damaged dragon soul and are par

nt in his golden eye vanished, replaced by a sharp, de

aid, ignoring my observation. "You think that's enou

nestly. "I know this is a political transaction

You have a very high opinion of your own importance. In

tly. He rose from the throne not like an invalid, but

d me with steps that made the stone floor tremble

e frame casting me completely in shadow. I had

is voice a low, dangerous rumbl

my life. Pleading would be useles

ade," I said, tak

d again, a sound

know you don't want this marriage. I also know that your 'damaged soul' is a facade to hid

The atmosphere turned murder

he part of your devoted wife, handle the royal court's spies, and, more importantly,

will announce that our Fated Flames are incompatible. That we cannot complete the Dragon

eye burning like a dying sta

fingers were shockingly hot, sending a jolt of draconic electricity straight to my core. "And wha

s," I shot back, my voice unwavering, my own aura pushing back against his. "And I am the only

s grip on my chin faltered

k. "Interesting," he said, his voice a low hum. "Th

I asked, putting a slight, provo

ell. Three months," he said, sinking back into the shadows. "We will see

one, show the 'lady' to her chambers. And be clear: without my pe