Dragonfury 02 - Fury of Ice
about…him?”
“Not much. I dinnae spend too much time with the Razorbacks.” Disappointment crossed her face. And something else, too. Real dismay. Forge folded, just caved beneath the onslaught. He frowned, searching his memory banks to come up with some small detail for her. “He likes games of all kinds. And coeds. He hunts for young females. Ones that have just come into their energy.”
“Seattle U?” Myst asked.
“Yeah.” Angela’s eyes narrowed. Palming the Glock, she fiddled with the safety, flicking it on and off. Click-click-snick. Click-click-snick. “Dead college girls have been showing up around there lately.”
“Ivar’s doing, no doubt,” Forge said with a curse. Fucking bastard. Like Lothair, the Razorback commander liked the young ones. Enjoyed draining them dry while he fed.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to…” As Angela’s gaze settled on him again, she laid the gun down in her lap. “But that’s good intel. It gives me a starting point.”
Uncomfortable with the gratitude, Forge shifted, rolled his shoulders, stretched out his neck, got busy examining the grainy pattern of the concrete floor. When that didn’t work, he started on his hands, cracking each one of his knuckles. The sharp snap-snap-snap nipped at the silence, but after a full minute of nothing but quiet, it became too much. He’d had enough silence in the last twenty-four hours. Didn’t want to waste the precious minutes he spent with the Nightfury females lost in thought.
“And you,” he murmured, his gaze flicking over Myst. “You wish tae know about energy-fuse.”
Angela threw a load of WTF at the female next to her. “Energy what ?”
“It’s a special bond between mates…a form of energy sharing,” Forge said. “When a male feeds, he connects to the Meridian through his female, staving off hunger, which keeps him healthy. A female needs her mate’s energy tae thrive and heal. The connection is very rare for a Dragonkind pairing. Myst and Bastian share it, and so do…”
He almost said you , but Forge stopped himself, wondering how much to reveal. If Rikar hadn’t explained, then his female didn’t know the bond already existed between them. Forge could smell it on her, sensed the combined energy like a hound scented a fox.
“And so do…?” Angela leaned forward, the barrel of her formidable intellect pointed in his direction.
Forge frowned, hesitating. As much as he wanted to sabotage Frosty, it wasn’t his place to tell Angela. That conversation belonged between mates—was a special moment for a male, a commitment he made with his chosen female.
And something that precious must be respected.
Besides, Rikar already wanted his head on a pike. Maybe tweaking the bastard’s tail wasn’t the best idea. Yet.
So he backpedaled and said, “Other males of my kind.”
“But it isn’t enough to protect me, is it?” The movement gentle, Myst rocked his son. Back and forth. Back and forth. Caroline was on her mind. He knew it like he was sitting in a cell, the memory of his female lingering in his own thoughts. Desperate for a distraction, Forge glanced at his bairn. His mouth curved. He was almost asleep, his eyes already closed, sucking on his wee thumb to soothe himself. “Something else has to happen, right?”
Good instincts. Which was a problem. Bastian’s female was too smart for her own good.
He dragged his gaze from his son’s face. Worried eyes met his, and Forge’s heart sank. He hated to deny Myst the information. Her life, after all, depended on it, but…
Shite.
No way he could tell her about the ceremony, the ritual that completed the magical loop, fusing a bonded male’s energy to his female’s for life…keeping his mate young and healthy until he died. Forge knew of energy-fuse through his parents. The firsthand knowledge coupled with the ancient book his sire had made him memorize gave him the edge. He’d read the detailed account again and again, hoping one day to perform it with a female of his own.
But that hadn’t happened. No matter how much his human half had wanted her, the dragon in him—the magic that forged the connection—hadn’t bonded with Caroline, refusing to accept her as his mate. His mistake—one he would pay for every day for the rest of his life. But as he’d told Angela, the past was over and done. He couldn’t change it, so he must move on.
What did that entail? Screwing Myst over.
Bloody hell. What a stupid set of
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