Read Online Downs, Jana - Ravyn's Destiny [Ravyn Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) by Jana Downs - Free Book Online

built like that. To a lesser degree, the town also shone with light from its own variety of fine gems inlaid in the masonry. The view from the center window on the royal family hall was magnificent.
    Salvatore admired the finery of the work and was inexplicably drawn to the shimmering city that Destin ruled. It reminded him a little of where Salvatore had grown up in Demontia. Pandemonium was a less shiny version of this realm. It made him miss it and his Ravyns all the more.
    “You seem sad,” Mar said delicately, coming to stand beside Salvatore as he looked out the window.
    “Just thinking about home,” Salvatore offered, sighing. He wondered what his Ravyns were doing right now. Mar put a hand on his shoulder.
    “I know it’s difficult for you being here, my lord.” They’d become somewhat friends after the ordeals they’d gone through together with his transition.
    “I have people who are worried about me over there. I need to tell them I’m okay. I need to get home,” Salvatore said in frustration.
    “Most people forget where home was when they come here,” Mar said. “You surprise us. You’re not the usual convert to say the least. You’re a very powerful fae, or you will be. Something inside you already had ancient magick inside it. Becoming a fae just unlocked the floodgate.”
    “I noticed,” Salvatore said dryly. He now knew things. Spells, enchantments, powers for which no modern practice had even named yet swirled in easily plucked regularity inside of Salvatore’s mind. The power was phenomenal. He’d taken to walking around shirtless because whenever he became agitated, his wings materialized on his back and he’d ripped the last three shirts he’d been given. They were huge suckers that, when they weren’t flared out behind him, lay against his skin in a two-dimensional pattern of iridescent scales that looked sewn into his flesh or somehow tattooed there from the tops of his shoulders to the bend of his knees. Luckily his pants were pretty traditionally fae and were loose enough to kick off at any moment. Those wings were just a symbol of the power that lay within him. His dragon heritage had given a nice twist to his transition.
    “Soon you will be strong enough to go to the other side. You’ll just have to name a Consort to take with you. Don’t worry, my lord. Have a little patience and everything you desire will come to pass.” The sentence seemed layered to Salvatore, and he gave Mar a look. The other dark-haired fae smiled smugly. “Our King favors you.”
    Salvatore snorted. “He could’ve fooled me. He’s avoided me like the plague.”
    “He spends a lot of time on Earth,” Mar offered. They began to walk down the hallway toward the part of the wing he hadn’t wandered into yet. The library on this level had been phenomenal. “He has his job, and I think he gets lonely here. People tend to treat him as nothing but royalty when he’s around. Always on that impossibly high pedestal. He does what he wants, and no one ever corrects him. You challenge him in a way I’ve never seen before.” They had that in common, Salvatore thought. He’d often felt frustrated by being kept behind the glass cage of his heritage. “Though I don’t think loneliness is why he’s stayed away this time.”
    “Why has he stayed away from his home, then?” Salvatore asked. His heart wanted an answer to the reason behind his hurtful absence.
    “You know that answer already, even if you don’t admit it,” Mar said, stopping in front of two huge wooden doors that were inlaid with carvings of two trees, the same ones that Destin had tattooed on his arms. “He doesn’t trust himself around you. He’s scared that you’ll hurt him. Our King hasn’t had the best luck with Consorts.”
    This was the first Salvatore was hearing of it. His ears perked up in interest. “Oh?”
    Mar nodded. “Yes. His last consort, Terren, was a human that he brought over from Earth. They were lovers on