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As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.?―Peter S. Beagle,?The Last UnicornCharlotte blinked as the visions faded. It was the strangest thing in the world to see through another person's eyes, to feel what he felt, to taste and smell everything he had. And she had shared those same experiences with Rurik, being a part of him in a way she didn't know was possible. But it was. Now she was back in bed with him, that bond still in place even though she could no longer see his memories. Her body shook from the pleasure and the shock of what she'd just experienced with him."Whatwas that?" She lifted her head and tensed when she felt him move inside her. Her body was raw and sore down there, but it still felt good."I" Rurik paused and then closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping him before his dark lashes flew up again."What happened? That wasn't dragon pheromone–related, was

Rurik knew the moment she fell asleep. He carefully picked her up and pulled back the covers before tucking her in. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, watching her, feeling like the most blessed man alive. He had a mate. The one thing he'd believed he would never have. He could have had this with Nikita, but he'd enjoyed a gentle contentment watching her work alongside him at the nightclub, and he'd convinced himself that was enough. And it had been, until she'd died. Losing Nikita had changed him in a way he hadn't expected and had driven him to throw caution to the wind. His heart ached at the thought of what might have been with Nikita, but he couldn't regret that he'd found Charlotte either. The complexity of the situation left him feeling lost until he looked down at his mate and the turmoil inside him eased.He'd risked his family's future, but he'd spent the last thousand years thinking of others. Wasn't he due some measure of happiness? She was perfect. He hadn't lied whe

He could sense her emotions beneath the surface, like listening to a muffled conversation. She was a strong woman, but she'd been through much in the last two days."As long as you need," he whispered, kissing her temple. Then he rested his cheek against her hair, and they both breathed together. His dragon stirred, cautious, but also hopeful.She raised her head, and her eyes flashed with a new light. "How long before the plane leaves?""About two hours. Why?""Could we see a palace or two before we go? I really wanted to take some tours"He smirked playfully. "You don't need tours. You have me." Her eyes widened. "Because you lived through all this Holy cow. I keep forgetting. You seem so modern most of the time.""Most of the time?" He quirked a brow."Yeah, mostly. Sometimes you slip and say something adorably old-fashioned.""I'm not old fashioned." He shook his head, and she grinned at him."Yeah you are, like when you call me 'delicate flower' or 'little rose.'" "I

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero. Marc BrownDamien stood in the small office of the hotel manager, watching the shooting that had occurred the previous night. The office was cramped with Jason standing behind the manager's desk as the manager pulled up the security footage.The picture the unknown caller had texted him had shown Charlotte being dragged to the ground with glass everywhere, but it hadn't been clear what had happened. When they'd found the hotel where her bags had been left behind, they'd seen the shattered windows of the lobby, still in the process of being replaced."This is all we have on the cameras," the manager said. His thick accent was punctuated with a nervous glance between the brothers. He tapped a few buttons on the keyboard of his computer, and the video began to play again.Charlotte and Rurik Barinov stood near the valet booth when the glass suddenly shattered behind them. Chaos descended on the scene. The dragon shifte

Rurik panted against Charlotte's lips, his forehead touching hers. Her heart still pounded from experiencing his memories and the pain and terror of those final horrifying moments when the two dragons had lunged at each other."What was that place?" she asked in a shaky whisper.He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, and she reached up to stroke his scar."That was the Amber Room. It was once considered the eighth wonder of the world. During the Second World War, I fought with the Soviet Air Forces. I didn't agree with their politics, but the German Luftwaffe was annihilating my countrymen, so I chose to fight. We had so few experienced flyers, and I knew the humans needed my help, but I couldn't help as a dragon. Being a pilot was the next best thing. Germans were bombing the palace and the cities, and I had made a promise to Empress Elizabeth when the Amber Room was installed that I would always protect it. I failed in that promise when the Germans bombed Russia."Rurik's green e