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He surveyed the dieon cell And one he recog­nized, because he'd kept prisoners here when he wasof Castle Tornin

She's trapped eon

When he faced her once ht a as dark as coffee He couldn't seehtwith Omort"

"That's correct" Her voice was a purr

I'ritted teeth he said, "And ill I get to face him?"

"You will not You need not All you need is me"

"Explain tohis reaction to her He'd never responded so strongly to any wo her, lost in pleasure, actually thinking, She ht be my queen

Rydstrom had worried what such a beauty would think about his scar, about how entle his touch and kiss All the while she'd been luring hian ­nant with your heir"

His lips parted Her very words made his shaft shoot hard as steel as every primal demon instinct inside him seemed to stir to life This female with her plump brsts and sweet lips desired his seed, wanted tome She must be

He'd studied Os O their powers But a few he kept close

What have I read about this sorceress? She was aptly called the Queen of Illusions Rydstroh she looked to be in her early twenties, she would have to be centuries old

She was reputed to be even rated, "Sabine, let's discuss this like rational beings" Rational was the last thing he felt "What do you hope to gain ?"

"With e demon rebellions will be quelled"

The idea that the rebels a Rydstroime had broken any true hten e demon could take release in sex, but could never spill his seed until he'd claimed his female, and the seal was finally broken "Not for any but my fated one-"

"I am yours" Her eyes held his, and he realized that she, at least, believed what she'd said Omort had ora-cles, basically his own Nïx at his beck and call

Sabine could know more than I do

Rydstrom shook his head hard, even as his mouth went dry In fifteen hundred years, he'd never felt so attracted to another fe so long? To find her as Omort's sister? "No, fate isn't that cruel"

She quirked a brow at that "Fate is indifferent"

"What are the odds that my woman is related to ot hundreds of daughters" She sidled around hio, a soothsayer told Omort that his own half sister,

the Queen of Illusions, would be your fated mate, and that she would bear your heir in a ti, Omort searched for me specifically because of what I aht time"

"Why now? Why do this now?"