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had a sub ‐ order and a leader. Because he was the commander of the Fae army and Theron’s right hand man, he knew the names of the leaders.
    “Kyndra is the leader of the Blue Order. Has she not tried?”
    “She was the first,” Theron murmured. “If they won’t allow her, they won’t allow anyone.”
    “Not even Julieth?”
    “Julieth is…weakening. Her magic has been used against the black magic that seems to have invaded our realm.”
    Aimery ground his teeth together. “This is related to the string of murders, Theron. I’m sure of it.”
    “As am I, which is why I’ve called for you.”
    “I’ll do what must be done.”
    “I have no doubt.”
    It was the uncertainty in Theron’s swirling blue gaze that made Aimery narrow his eyes.
    “What aren’t you telling me?”
    Theron glanced toward an open set of doors that led to the balcony. Aimery followed his gaze and found a cloaked figure with her back to him. The breeze lifted the cloak showing long, lean legs encased in black boots that stopped at her knee. He got a glimpse of pale blue skirts that ended mid thigh.
    The dress of a warrior maiden—a maiden of the Dragon Order.
    He knew without being told this woman was Kyndra. He’d heard rumors of her infamous beauty, how men had begged for her hand, but she had chosen the virgin robes of a priestess instead.
    “Together the two of you will be unstoppable,” Theron said. “Together, the two of you can right what went wrong.”
    At that moment Kyndra turned from the railing and let the hood of her cloak fall back.

Chapter Four
    Aimery’s breath locked in his lungs as he stared at the wealth of dark hair that fell over her shoulder to her waist. It was uncommon for a Fae to have any color but flaxen, yet before him stood the rarest of the rare.
    It wasn’t just her brunette locks either. As a general rule all Fae were sensual, beautiful creatures, but beautiful didn’t begin to describe Kyndra. She was elegant, magnificent…visually stunning.
    She had high cheek bones and dark brows that arched over wide, expressive eyes. Her full lips held a hint of a smile, as if she knew her affect on men. Wisps of hair curled about her face and slender neck. Her gown molded to her full breasts and narrow waist. Aimery longed to run his hands up her toned legs, kissing every inch of her skin.
    Her swirling blue eyes held his as if she were sizing him up. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her. A warrior. A priestess. And a woman every Fae in the realm longed to possess.
    What in all that was magical had Theron been thinking to put him in this position?
    Theron cleared his throat, and Aimery forced his gaze away.
    “Aimery,” he said, “this is Kyndra, leader of the Blue Order and next in line for high priestess of the Dragon Order.”
    Aimery glanced at Kyndra to find she had moved closer to him, her gaze raking over him as his had done to her just moments earlier. Did she like what she saw? As soon as the thought went through his head he knew it was useless. She was a maiden, her life vowed to the dragons and her order. No man could touch her.
    “Kyndra,” Theron continued. “This is Aimery, commander of the Fae armies and Duke of Eldwinds.”
    “A duke?” she repeated, her voice smooth, soft. Mesmerizing.
    Aimery clenched his teeth. Theron knew he didn’t want his title bandied about, because it was just a title and meant nothing. “The title has been in my family for generations.” Her brows rose before her gaze shifted to Theron. “I would like to state now that I would prefer Julieth be here in my place.”

    “I know,” Theron said. “Julieth told me as much, but she doesn’t have the strength. As next in line for her position, this will give you ample opportunity to test your skills.”
    “You make it sound like a holiday, sire, when in fact our realm is at stake.” Theron glanced at Aimery. “You’ll have the finest warrior of our people at your side. I