She placed her body in the doorjamb, prepared to slam the door shut-a necessary precaution as an unwelcome mortal in a fae household. Runa cleared her throat, shook off her momentary shock, and padded across the carpet to open the door. Taking Octavia’s place as the baby of the family had come at a high price, and the consequence had left Runa living on the edge, always waiting for what might happen next. The numerous accidents and mishaps Runa had suffered throughout her childhood were a testament to it. More than a simple case of sibling rivalry, Octavia had loathed Runa from the moment of her conception and had never tried to mask her disdain. It was a good thing the feeling was absolutely, positively mutual. Of Runa’s five sisters, Octavia despised her best. She preferred to stay away from Runa-the sibling she detested. Her sister Octavia never ventured from the underground residence buried beneath their father’s magik-masked building, where she and the majority of the Charon family resided. Runa, can I talk to you for a sec? An intrusion in general was unexpected, but the voice accompanying the faint knocking was a mindblower. She would no longer be apart, observing from the outside.Ī soft tapping was accompanied by a muffled voice through the bedroom door. They would have to acknowledge her as one of their kind. It wouldn’t be so easy for people to stare through her when she took the stage, accepted her prize, and waved to the crowd like a modern-day Cinderella. Taking down Mynx Deirmetre, one of the sidhe’s favored and most renowned debutantes, would be the icing on the cake, a cherry on top of the sundae, but the true glory would stem from the recognition Runa would gain from victory. Runa closed her eyes and envisioned the night as she hoped it would be. This Samhain Runa would prove she was more than a half-mortal, half-sidhe anomaly among her kind, more than just an outcast to be avoided and shunned, and she would start by beating the reigning champ for the best costume Crystal Crown at the eagerly anticipated Samhain Ball. Or Halloween, as humans fondly referred to it. The last 365 days of patience and waiting had finally delivered. Working at the toggles affixed to the throat, she slid the wooden clasp into the leather loop and then spun in a circle. She grasped the matching red cloak draped across the chair and slipped the weighted material over her shoulders. Runa Charon assessed her outfit in the large antique, mirrored vanity, scrutinizing the costume she had meticulously labored over for months. He'll do whatever it takes to possess her, protect her and keep her by his side. Knowing a future with his Chosen can only span one lifetime, Eric defies the Fates and claims Runa as his own. When she's taken captive by a Draigen who plans to return her to the Otherworld for crimes she didn't commit, she attempts to fight him off only to discover her destiny has been changed forever.ĭraigen mate for life, choosing to follow the path of their beloved mate in this reality or the next. Immortally strong but mortally fragile, she's been sheltered all of her life. Unlike other sidhe, she longs to experience pleasure instead of pain, love instead of lust. Runa Charon is an anomaly among her kind, the mortal offspring of a human and a fae. When he mistakenly recovers the wrong fae, the dragon under his skin responds in a way he never could have predicted, and he discovers he's found the woman destined to him by the Fates-his Chosen. Dreading the one night per tide he's forced to travel between the realms, Draigen Eric Locke has only one desire on Samhain-to retrieve the fae transporting daemon relics through the realms and escort her to the Dark Court to face the sidhe king.
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