Tabitha Bradley

Enticed

DESTINY

Destiny… Power… Passion…

Yes, Samuel thought, gazing into the blood-red depths of the Daestrian Glass as it drank in and refracted the flickering light of the low-banked orange coals smoldering in the fireplace. My destiny … my power…

Stormy gray eyes, silken ruby hair, the scent of warm cinnamon and dragon's blood resins, the sensual heat of her soft, curvaceous body as she writhed against him, moaning.

Nicolette.

My passion.

My Nicolette.

Yes, Samuel, yours, a soft, deep, ancient voice whispered in his brain, your passion, your destiny. Your power. Infinite power. Isn't that what you've always wanted?

Samuel grunted softly, shifting in the chair he'd been sitting in since Gareth took his leave three hours ago. His eyes were dry and aching, as though he'd forgotten to blink for a while.

Yes.

Then take what belongs to you. She is the key to your destiny, Samuel, to the power that is rightfully yours. Daestrian power.