The floor was hard beneath my knees as I dropped beside the bed. Tristan had his face turned away as though he were sleeping, and I had a terrible sense of dread he’d gone back under.
“Tristan.” My voice came out as a whimper. “Tristan, please, I’m here.”
“Kanji.”
A heavy hand was in my hair, tangling my long dark strands around his fingers. Even though he had been in a coma, Tristan still felt as strong as he had before, as if his deep sleep had merely been a passing dream.
His fingers twitched as he gently caressed the base of my skull. His other hand lay limply on the bed, so I pressed my face against his palm. Just inhaling his scent would’ve been enough to bring me to my knees if I hadn’t been already.
“Kanji,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. His body shuddered as he touched my hair, my neck, my shoulder… everywhere he wanted. “You saved me.”
I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Cold tears burst from my eyes, but I was powerless to stop them.
“Baby, why are you crying?” He sounded alarmed.
“I’ve missed you,” I admitted, keeping my hands firmly on my jeaned thighs. The urge to touch him was overwhelming, and just his little circles on my neck filled my cock. “It wasn’t me.”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t me who saved you.”
There was a silence as heavy as the coats we had to wear to stay warm. “How can you say that?”
“Zain and I found an Asrai boy. He’s the one who saved you.”
Tristan’s laughter was like music I wanted to covet for the rest of my life. “Maybe he woke me up, but he didn’t save me. I assure you, that was all you.”
I tried to bury my face deeper against his hand, just in an attempt to get closer to him. “I failed.”
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Blurb:
Liberation from one master might mean enslavement to another.
For centuries, the Kuro swan shifters have been the unwilling servants of the Dryma faeries. That changed when Prince Tristan of the Dryma attempted to sacrifice himself for Royal Kuro Kanji—his lover and mate.
The Sidhee, seeing Tristan’s actions to free the swans as a betrayal, launch a devastating attack that leaves most of the Kuro and Dryma dead or imprisoned. The fate of the swans rests entirely on Kanji’s shoulders, and he must somehow devise a plan that will protect both his partner and his tribe as the war with the Sidhee rages. It won’t be easy for mortal enemies to become allies, and Kanji is beginning to despair of ever waking Tristan from his deathlike slumber. And neither the Kuro nor the Dryma can compete with the Sidhee when it comes to brutal violence.
When Kanji finds a small boy asleep at the bottom of a lake, his hope for reuniting with Tristan is rekindled. But what is the boy, and can his magic turn the tide against a seemingly unstoppable enemy?
Author Bio:
Ana Raine writes because she loves to believe in magic, dragons, and that there is more to life than what human eyes can see. Ana lives in Michigan where when it’s not snowy and wet, there are beautiful state parks and lakes to visit. When she was eighteen, she married her best friend and they live with their two cats, Mason and Misaki. Ana has celiac disease, but that hasn’t stopped her from learning how to cook and bake so she can eat tasty treats. Fudge, enchiladas, and anything involving yucca/cassava are her absolute favorite.
Ana has studied in Osaka, Japan where she learned about theater and drama. She would love to go back after she is sure her Japanese is efficient enough. Ana loves anything to do with foxes, especially Arctic foxes. One day, Ana will find a way to incorporate her love of foxes into a novel, but until then, she’ll stay focused on fairies, shape shifters, and mythology.
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