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  Table of Contents

  Content Warning

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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  First Edition August 2021

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  Prologue

  A rough hand shook Hadyn Reece awake. In an instant she was alert, eyes connecting with those of her adopted father, Chaghan.

  “They’ve come. We need to move fast,” he whispered. Hardly a sound. Which meant he was worried that whoever was out there was a shifter whose enhanced hearing might pick up the words.

  Fear spiked through her heart like a dragonsteel harpoon, but she’d been preparing for this most of her life. Using that adrenaline, she was up and following him down the hall to the kitchen. Rancid fumes—sharp and acidic—hit her nose and she put a hand to cover her face. What was that smell?

  They rounded the corner to find Qara, her adopted mother, waiting, salt-and-pepper hair hastily braided rather than up in her usually elegant chignon, already holding the secret door open—the one that led down to a secret safe room below the house, built into the bedrock of the mountain they lived at the base of.

  Hadyn stumbled to a halt. That’s what the smell had been. Gasoline. All over the house.

  “No,” she whispered, not forgetting those outside.

  She knew what that room meant, what the gas meant. Her parents were hiding her, but not themselves. She’d protested when they’d come up with this idea originally.

  “It’s the best way. They’ve come for us.” Chaghan urged her forward with a hand at her back. “They won’t know about you.”

  She whirled on him. “I’m not leaving you.”

  He stopped and took her by the shoulders, the craggy skin around his eyes creasing in concern. “We can’t lose another child.”

  His eyes took on an eerie glow, an even brighter green—the color of his clan. His and Qara’s. Hadyn’s, too, if she had been turned.

  Hadyn felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her slightly woozy, both at the words and the expression in his eyes. They’d lost their son to dragon shifters who’d hunted him down as a rogue. That was almost fifteen years ago now, but they grieved his loss every single day. She couldn’t put them through that again.

  With a swallow and a nod, she hugged Chaghan fast, then moved to hug Qara.

  “We love you,” her mother whispered in her hair. “So much.”

  “I love you, too. Always.”

  She climbed down the ladder that dropped her into a room that wasn’t more than six by six foot. It was stocked with a small cot, food for one to last a few weeks, and monitors not yet turned on, black screens staring at her.

  She waited until the blackness engulfed her as Qara closed the door with a soft thud. Then, feeling along the wall, she hit the switch that turned everything on—the lights, the air intake, and the video feeds from cameras placed all over the house and mountain, inside and out.

  She watched as Chaghan, easiest to spot with his white hair, doused the room in some kind of flammable fluid, then inhaled and blew a stream of green-tipped fire from his mouth, igniting the blaze. He would burn down everything, including all evidence of her. Especially that. That’d been the plan, should they be discovered.

  Quickly, smoke and flame filled all the feeds from cameras located in the house. Chaghan and Qara made a run for it, shooting out a back door and into the woods, and Hadyn had to move from screen to screen to track their superhuman speeds. Despite being June, where they lived in Alaska was still blanketed in snow, but even that didn’t slow them down.

  Out of nowhere a black blur tackled Chaghan to the ground. Hadyn didn’t make a sound as she watched Qara launch herself at whoever or whatever had attacked them. But more came. The fight was over quickly, and, her heart turning to lead and dropping to the souls of her feet, horror filled her at the sight of her wonderful, loving parents on their knees, hands bound.

  They’d taken her in the day dragon shifters had killed her parents along with their son. They’d raised her, loved her, nurtured her, and taught her to survive in a world most humans had no idea existed. One with the most incredible creatures.

  A world deadly to frail humans like her.

  “Tineen,” Chaghan snarled. “I should have known the Alaz enforcers would be the ones to come for us.” Then he turned his head to glare at another man. “And Roan, of course.”

  He didn’t identify the other three, but he didn’t need to. That had been for her, so she knew exactly who’d come for them.

  Rocking slightly, arms wrapped around her stomach, she waited for the final killing blow to come. After all, Chaghan and Qara were rogue dragon shifters. They’d abandoned their loyalty to their king and clan and gone off on their own. Rogues were supposed to be killed when captured. An instant death sentence.

  Chaghan and Qara had survived without capture more than thirty years this way only by being smart.

  Their son had gotten himself caught because he’d tangled with a bear shifter by sheer chance. One who’d reported his presence to the local dragon enforcers. He’d been staying at her human parents’ house the night they’d come for him. Which is why Chaghan and Qara hadn’t been killed that night, too.

  But Chaghan had always said they would be caught eventually.

  The first flash of memory came softly. An i
mage—combat boots a foot from her face as she hid under her bed.

  Oh gods, not now.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold the torrent at bay. Because she knew what came next. More memories followed by an almighty panic attack, only ever triggered by hiding. Even a game of hide and seek for fun used to bring these on. Years of counselling had only slowed the frequency. But once they started…

  Maybe Chaghan had hoped for one to come on, so she wouldn’t have to see.

  Her lungs tightened more as, instead of the images on the screens, all she could see was the night she’d lost her family. Her heart rate shot up, her breathing turning forced and rapid, the sound of it almost like scraping in her ears. She reached out for the image of her dragon parents on the screen, trying so hard not to give in to this, but the black dots consuming her vision coalesced and darkness took her under.

  Chapter One

  It might be early summer in Alaska, where Hadyn had lived last, but as far as the Andes mountains in the southern hemisphere were concerned, winter was just starting her reign.

  And I’m stuck on the side of a mountain like a chump.

  Hadyn banked that thought for later, needing every ounce of her focus. Aconcagua happened to be the tallest mountain in South America. Of course. Because that was her kind of luck.

  She had made sure to wear her high-altitude, cold-weather clothing for this trek. Climbing mountains almost all her life—a skill developed at the insistence of her adoptive parents—she was well aware of the risk she’d taken by attempting this now. Winter on this mountain, with its haphazard weather, plummeting temperatures, and tearing winds, was definitely the off season when the weather wasn’t worth the risk.

  But she didn’t have time to wait.

  Her dragon father had told her to come here if she needed help.

  Did you know what I’d have to do to get up this ice-covered rock, Dad?

  Hadyn was in full confidence of her abilities, but skill alone didn’t keep you alive in a place like this. She hung off the side of the mountain, the steel claws of her crampons finding purchase in the ice and snow. Dug in nice and tight, she leaned back against her harness and the system of ropes and carabiners she’d secured in the rock face. She shook out her arms to regain feeling as she mapped out her route in her head.

  Four days she’d been up here with not a sign of whom or what she was searching for. Alone.

  A gust of wind threatened to pick her right up off the side of the mountain, so she hunkered in close to the rock, waiting it out.

  “This sucks,” she muttered, the sound muffled by the thick gaiter pulled up to her goggles and crusting over with ice formed from her breath.

  The first night, she’d managed to find a flat rock the size of a double bed to sleep on. The second night, she’d dug out an eighteen-inch-wide ledge from the ice. But last night had been the grimmest yet.

  A tiny outcropping, with barely enough space to sit, her feet resting in a cat’s cradle of rope while her back leaned against the vertical granite wall, her safety harness clipped into steel pegs just outside her sleeping bag. Otherwise, if she’d fallen out of her makeshift bed, she would’ve plummeted around six thousand feet.

  She’d been doing this a long time. She used the best equipment and triple and quadruple checked everything, which left little room for fear. But it hadn’t been fun. She’d hoped to be inside the damn mountain by now, but she was starting to doubt if anyone was at home.

  Only Chaghan had said this was where she needed to be. She considered dragon shifters coming in daylight to haul her rogue dragon parents away to be an almighty shit show of a problem, and so she’d made her way here. She needed help, dammit!

  Was she too late? Or maybe the rogue dragon shifter she was searching for had also been attacked?

  She frowned, her gaze landing on a piece of rock that didn’t quite fit in with the landscape. With a gasp, she removed her goggles to peer closer.

  Sure enough, she was staring at video equipment cleverly disguised as rock. Finally. A sign that they’d been here. Surveillance for the dragons who lived inside this mountain. She’d spent four days scaling the rock and ice trying to find either this or the entrance.

  “Come on,” she whispered. Were they watching her now?

  The camera did nothing. Not a whir, not a blinking red light. Just a black lens, as cold as a dead fisheye.

  With a huff, she pulled her gaiter down and her helmet off, making sure to secure it and the goggles. She couldn’t afford to lose either, but she needed whoever was watching to see her. Really see her.

  “Rune Abaddon,” she said, speaking directly at it. She spoke slowly and deliberately. Likely anyone monitoring the camera couldn’t hear her, only see her. “I’m looking for Rune Abaddon. I need his help.”

  Nothing.

  Impatience dragged at her. Four days meant she was exhausted, hungry, dead on her feet, and frozen to the marrow of her bones.

  She repeated herself.

  Still nothing.

  She gave them ten more minutes, repeating herself every few. Still nothing.

  Right. Hadyn had never been one to sit around waiting for things to happen. She’d find a place to camp out here on the side of the mountain one more night. Give anyone inside enough time to discover her there—no doubt hundreds of cameras dotted the mountainside. If no one came out by then, she’d leave in the morning and go with Plan B.

  Not that she had a Plan B. Yet.

  It looked as though she’d have all night to figure it out.

  With a growl of frustration over so much wasted time first getting to Argentina and then scaling her way up this mountain, she put her goggles and helmet back on, then started hauling up the pack of specialized gear dangling from another rope anchored to her waist. She glanced over her shoulder, noting the position of the sun. Maybe she’d left it a little late. Hopefully, she could be set up before darkness overtook her. The idea of another night freezing her ass off strapped to the side of this monolith did not appeal.

  What she wouldn’t give for a hot bath and better food than the freeze-dried crud she’d been consuming.

  She’d hooked the pack with her gear into a newly set carabiner and was reaching for the heavy-duty zip when a shadow passed overhead, stilling her hand. Everything inside her quietened as well.

  Dragon shifter. No doubt in her mind.

  Instinct had her ducking as wind buffeted her, sending snow and ice to pelt her mercilessly. Good thing she’d put those goggles back on. “Watch it,” she snapped.

  “You’re on my mountain, little girl,” a sinfully deep voice curled through her mind.

  Despite the challenging words, this dragon had taken the courtesy to lower the volume so that the telepathic communication didn’t send splinters of pain through her head. The wind stopped suddenly, as though obeying his will, and the unmistakable sound of razor-sharp talons finding purchase in the rock above her screeched, followed by a few rocks tumbling down over her.

  “Seriously?” Hadyn raised her head, intending to glare at him, then blinked.

  Black dragon. So black, his onyx scales gleamed like a river of silk in the dying light of day, not reflecting the pinks and purples of the sky, more like swallowing the color into a black hole of nothingness. Wicked spikes rose to a crest at the back of his skull, but those down his back were laid flat.

  Wow.

  She’d been raised around these creatures. She shouldn’t be impressed. Hadyn had no doubt she was staring at a fighter. Dragon shifters tended to be lean and muscled, and black dragons were supposed to be the leanest of the bunch. This one was bigger than she’d anticipated. Not as long and elegant as her green dragon shifter adoptive parents, not as burly as the gold dragon who’d been one of the men to take them away.

  No, raw power surrounded him, his scales rippling slightly with each
small move to remain balanced while clutching the side of the mountain. A quiet menace stared at her from pitch-black eyes. No flames, though, his emotions in severe check.

  Not that he had anything to fear from her.

  Black dragons were supposed to be stealthy sons of bitches. The fact that he’d warned her of his presence with that flash of shadow told her all she needed to know about this one. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not unless she presented as a direct threat.

  Relief at finding him brought a tired smile to her lips. “Rune Abaddon, I presume?”

  “Who’s asking?”

  Cagey SOB, huh? “Do you mind if we take this conversation inside the mountain?”

  “Yes.”

  Okay… “My name is Hadyn Reece. My father is Chaghan Buqa. He told me that if I was ever in trouble, I should seek you out here.”

  Zero reaction in those dark eyes. “Father?”

  She had a fair idea what he was asking. No doubt he’d already scented the fact that she was not a dragon shifter. Yet. Ever, actually. The man who’d been her fated mate had been killed when she was too young to appreciate what that meant.

  “Adopted father,” she corrected. “He and Qara raised me after my own parents were killed by dragon fire.”

  His pause of reaction to that was long enough that she almost started explaining again. “And what trouble sent you to my door?”

  So this was Rune Abaddon.

  Rather than smirk at his inadvertent revelation, she kept going. “They were taken. The Alaz team of enforcers finally tracked them down. They’re being held for execution as rogue dragons.”

  The black dragon’s tail flicked, like the crack of a whip. A single swish, but also the first sign of reaction he’d made. She wasn’t sure, though, what emotion drove that small tell. Anger? Shock? Disbelief?

  “Let’s speak inside,” he said.

  Hadyn gave a sharp nod. “Give me a second to pack up and disconnect. Can you catch me midair?”

  That got a reaction from him. The dragon’s head jerked back as though she’d slapped him. “You would trust me?”

  She shrugged. “Easiest and fastest way to get us both off this face.”