The Vampire’s Fae
Roman has waited centuries for his mate. Now under the spell of powerful magic, the demon inside the vampire is compelled to kill her and re-ignite a centuries old war with the fae. Fate may have decided the two belonged together, but it never promised for how long.
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“Are you letting her escape?” His king inquired with a slight hint of humor in his voice.
“Of course not.” Using his superior speed, Roman dismounted and took off. In a split-second, he was in front of her.
She stumbled and planted her hands on his chest to keep from falling. Heat shot through him and caused him to snarl.
“What sort of witchery is this?” The inferno from her touch swept straight through him while the smell of wildflowers and morning dew wafted in the surrounding air. She was attempting to seduce him with her magic.
“What the heck?” She met his gaze, then shoved herself away. “How did you?” She looked behind her, then back at him.
“You will come with us and answer our questions.”
Her brows scrunched down. “The only place I am going is home.”
“I was not asking.”
“Just who do you think you are?”
Well, well. She had some fire in her and while he found it sexy, he still had a job to do no matter what.
“I know exactly who I am. I am the king’s guard. No one crosses the veil into our world on their own. You will come with me peacefully or kicking and screaming. Though I recommend the peaceful choice for your own safety.”
She blinked, the muscles in her neck moved up and down rapidly while her gaze flicked between him and Andrei. She was weighing her odds. Hopefully, she was smart enough to know when she held a crappy hand.