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Greydon knew the presence of death nearby on many occasions, perhaps too many times he stood by death as if they were allies, and that is why he had no qualms in striding through Malennis Manor some hours later. Midnight had been approaching, and as he ascended the stairs towards the wing where...

Good and gracious gods. She was an invitation he longed for, and as she loosened the hold of silks to her body, Greydon could not help himself. There was a shifting south of his lower abdomen, a heat and need growing rapidly in his pit. Hunger lingered in his eyes, and the feast before him was...

Greydon was ablaze, roaring with the accelerant she poured all over him. His answering grin was all forms of mischief and lust. She didn't stop him, she dared him to continue. Who was he to refuse a Lady of such? He could see her eyes flick to his lips, and Greydon made sure she watched his...

He was a man of action, setting aside his glass to the space beside him. It was empty, and he was in need of a refill, but the temptress before him posed a new challenge to him. Greydon lowered himself to his knees, whereas she moved with languid grace, he moved with a predator's precision. His...

Something about the way she rose to say that she would hurt him made Greydon smirk. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and let his hands dangle there in the space between. "Oh, darling, I would love to see you make good on that." His eyes bore into her's, challenge held in his...

To his credit, Greydon kept himself from smiling. Instead, he arched a brow and his head tilted to the side. "Can't say many women do once they realise what kind of man he is." Eira had won everyone's heart, Thanasis and the Thunder, for her intelligent plots and schemes, all of which...

His fingers curled around the offered drink, and Grey met her eyes as their fingers grazed each other. Grey held her gaze as she went to return to her seat, even if the movement of her evening attire begged for his attention. If he could, he would crawl the short distance between them, stay on...

She was right, that he had his fair share of being kissed by death and shadows in his time, but nothing felt more daunting than the loss of a dragon. "Drazhan's wing has been severed, I didn't know how we were going to get back home, to survive. Without the full use of his wing... well, we made...

"No, I shouldn't be..." but there was that curve to his lips again. "Although... if you refuse to tell me what's wrong, then allow me to offer a distraction." He made sure his eyes raked over her form once again, and gods did he wish he could look upon her and not think of how good she felt...

Grey knew that he shouldn't be here. The threat Ivan gave him last they all met was one he didn't want to test, but Imogen captivated him in a way that made him act like a fool. With slow strides, he crossed to her door and turned the lock. It clicked into place, a dull sound that he hoped...

He didn't really get a look at Imogen once she dragged him in, his eyes going to the interiors of what he learned to be her quarters. Greydon turned slowly, taking it all in before rounding back to Imogen. The way her arms had crosses, it really framed her shape nicely, his eyes focused there...

He was a fucking idiot for doing this, but scaling the gate the way she had done had been too easy to replicate. The stone and brick exterior that cladded the wall of the balcony she disappeared onto looked smooth and not at all flexible in climbing. No wonder she needed the aid of her dragon...

She walked like a wraith haunting the bones of a home that had long forgotten her. The wraith did not mind, seemed to move without any notice of those amongst the living. Did she need to when her flightless dragon stalked beside her and steered her back home? Greydon followed, forgetting the...

It was nearing night, and Greydon had been walking the street at a leisurely pace. Although his injured leg gave him reason to slow, the raesi root he smoked helped the pain ebb away. He had seen Ilir moments before, but the Lord Malennis made haste towards the small district of restaurants...

He wanted to rip himself from Imogen the moment they were caught, but at having been discovered, all he could think was how sweet she had tasted. How much more he wanted. Greydon stepped aside when he felt Imogen move, giving her the space to come down from the bench. His eyes met with the...