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he didn’t think they comprehended to what extent. He had agreed with the council’s decision to trap key members of the Khr'Vurr as they approached teenage campers in hopes of recruiting their politically powerful parents, but with a murder on the first day of camp, the Peace Camp had gone downhill from there.
At least fighting the Khr'Vurr kept his mind occupied. Trying to keep the teenage campers alive also helped. So why was it he spent most of his time thinking about his lost mate? It had been twenty years, but it was still as raw as the first moment he realized his beloved Lizzie was missing.
His chest constantly ached in a way he never dreamed possible, not until the day she disappeared. He yearned for her laughter, for one more smile, a single touch of her hand.
His jet-sized body shuddered. Just last night, he had yet another hazy mate dream, a type of dream spurred by the synth crystal in his blood. A normal mate dream pulled two un-bonded mates together, giving them a chance to speak. The mate dreams, he had with Lizzie, brought hope and despair. She never moved; curled on her side and obviously chained, the brief glimpse of her brought him hope that she still lived and despair that he couldn’t help her.
Mate Dream
Lizzie lay curled on her side. The silver chains limited her movement to bare inches. The heavy metal also restricted her Sídhí abilities. She was dragon, a DeLeigh dragon. A clan of dragons not bound by blood, but by the gift of seeing other people’s auras.
Had the chains been iron or even steel, she could have freed herself. The silver stopped nearly all of her Sídhí abilities, including faster healing. Still, she healed faster than a mere mundane human did. The whipping three days before would have killed her otherwise.
She felt herself fall into a light dose, drifting deeper into sleep. She thanked God for the respite. Her dreams of Alex kept her sane. The few nights he didn’t appear, she grieved.
She knew he would appear tonight, she could hear him approaching. His light footsteps whispered across the ground. He knelt behind her and curled his big body around hers.
Shivering, she sighed with pleasure. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him so many things, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move. She had tried, repeatedly, but her body remained frozen in the same position.
“Lizzie, Mia Cara.” Love burned through his voice as he softly spoke in the old tongue, words that translated into My Beloved. “I miss you so very much. I am empty without you, but I received the gift you sent me. Your beautiful daughter, Leah arrived at the Peace Camp. She is with me and safe.”
Wild Portal
Alex stood by the tower window, a slight breeze ruffled the sheer curtains. His gaze softened, watching the daughter of his lost mate. The teen had shown up the first week of camp. Her delighted laughter danced through the air, so bright and pure he could nearly touch the sound.
The ice surrounding his heart, which had become an unbreakable cage after Lizzie disappeared, formed a hairline crack. He visibly shuddered. The tiny fissure wasn’t large, just enough to allow a glimmer of love to seep into him.
The emotion threaded through his defenses. Growing and building, love for the teen soon swamped him. How in the world could he love the daughter of his enemy – the man who had kidnapped his Lizzie – as if she were his own child? He had to be insane.
He shook his head in disbelief.
Deep down, he completely understood how he managed to love her, the daughter of his hated enemy. The reason was blazingly apparent. The girl’s face was a mirror image of his beloved Lizzie, the woman of his dreams, the mate who had disappeared without a trace.
Not a single minute passed that he didn’t yearn for his beloved. He never stopped searching for the woman he called best friend. They grew up next door to each other. Then, for the next two thousand years, they loved, played, and
At least fighting the Khr'Vurr kept his mind occupied. Trying to keep the teenage campers alive also helped. So why was it he spent most of his time thinking about his lost mate? It had been twenty years, but it was still as raw as the first moment he realized his beloved Lizzie was missing.
His chest constantly ached in a way he never dreamed possible, not until the day she disappeared. He yearned for her laughter, for one more smile, a single touch of her hand.
His jet-sized body shuddered. Just last night, he had yet another hazy mate dream, a type of dream spurred by the synth crystal in his blood. A normal mate dream pulled two un-bonded mates together, giving them a chance to speak. The mate dreams, he had with Lizzie, brought hope and despair. She never moved; curled on her side and obviously chained, the brief glimpse of her brought him hope that she still lived and despair that he couldn’t help her.
Mate Dream
Lizzie lay curled on her side. The silver chains limited her movement to bare inches. The heavy metal also restricted her Sídhí abilities. She was dragon, a DeLeigh dragon. A clan of dragons not bound by blood, but by the gift of seeing other people’s auras.
Had the chains been iron or even steel, she could have freed herself. The silver stopped nearly all of her Sídhí abilities, including faster healing. Still, she healed faster than a mere mundane human did. The whipping three days before would have killed her otherwise.
She felt herself fall into a light dose, drifting deeper into sleep. She thanked God for the respite. Her dreams of Alex kept her sane. The few nights he didn’t appear, she grieved.
She knew he would appear tonight, she could hear him approaching. His light footsteps whispered across the ground. He knelt behind her and curled his big body around hers.
Shivering, she sighed with pleasure. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him so many things, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move. She had tried, repeatedly, but her body remained frozen in the same position.
“Lizzie, Mia Cara.” Love burned through his voice as he softly spoke in the old tongue, words that translated into My Beloved. “I miss you so very much. I am empty without you, but I received the gift you sent me. Your beautiful daughter, Leah arrived at the Peace Camp. She is with me and safe.”
Wild Portal
Alex stood by the tower window, a slight breeze ruffled the sheer curtains. His gaze softened, watching the daughter of his lost mate. The teen had shown up the first week of camp. Her delighted laughter danced through the air, so bright and pure he could nearly touch the sound.
The ice surrounding his heart, which had become an unbreakable cage after Lizzie disappeared, formed a hairline crack. He visibly shuddered. The tiny fissure wasn’t large, just enough to allow a glimmer of love to seep into him.
The emotion threaded through his defenses. Growing and building, love for the teen soon swamped him. How in the world could he love the daughter of his enemy – the man who had kidnapped his Lizzie – as if she were his own child? He had to be insane.
He shook his head in disbelief.
Deep down, he completely understood how he managed to love her, the daughter of his hated enemy. The reason was blazingly apparent. The girl’s face was a mirror image of his beloved Lizzie, the woman of his dreams, the mate who had disappeared without a trace.
Not a single minute passed that he didn’t yearn for his beloved. He never stopped searching for the woman he called best friend. They grew up next door to each other. Then, for the next two thousand years, they loved, played, and
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