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  Kiss of Danger

  The First Dragon Legion Novella

  by

  Deborah Cooke

  They will sacrifice anything to regain the loves they’ve lost...

  Alexander knew he had to fulfill his duty to his kind, the dragon shape shifters called the Pyr, even at the price of abandoning his new wife and young son. After he and his fellow warriors were enchanted for centuries, then finally set free in a future long after their own time, Alexander feared he would never return to his love. Against all odds, the darkfire crystal makes his dream come true, flinging him across the centuries to the world he left behind. Is this his chance to regain the life he lost? Has his Katina waited for him? Or has the darkfire crystal cast him back in time for some mysterious purpose of its own?

  Kiss of Danger

  by Deborah Cooke

  Digital Edition

  Published by Deborah A. Cooke

  ISBN: 978-1-9274772-3-6

  Cover by Kim Killion

  Digital Formatting by Author E.M.S.

  Copyright © 2013 Deborah A. Cooke

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  Prologue

  Salvatore dreamed.

  As he dozed in his elegant apartment in his son Lorenzo’s home, the old dragon shifter dreamed of the future, the present and the past. He dreamed of possibilities and roads not take, of chances lost and opportunities seized. Whether speculation or fact, his dreams melded together into a coherent whole.

  Salvatore understood that he had entered the realm of the Wyvern, a mystical dimension in which all possibilities existed simultaneously. He wasn’t sure how he had done it or why it had been allowed, but he was entranced. In every moment of his dreaming, he was aware of the steady pulse of the darkfire trapped within a large quartz crystal. Salvatore knew the gem in his dreams was secured in the hoard he shared with his son Lorenzo.

  Darkfire was said to have the power to turn everything upside down for dragon shape shifters like Salvatore and Lorenzo, dragon shape shifters called the Pyr. Darkfire introduced uncertainty and possibilities, challenged expectations and was a force for change—however unwelcome that change might be.

  Salvatore assumed it was the darkfire that had taken him to this dream place. The darkfire, after all, illuminated all he witnessed.

  Though Salvatore had known little of darkfire in his life—save the rumor of its existence—in his dreams, he glimpsed its past and its future. He understood that there were three similar crystals, and he saw the locations of them all. He saw the destiny of the one in Lorenzo’s hoard and understood his role in all of it. The gem had been entrusted to Lorenzo for safekeeping, but the darkfire had a will of its own. It awaited Salvatore, demanded that he play his role to ensure that the stone’s destiny was fulfilled.

  Salvatore followed the behest of his dream. He sent a summons on the wind of dreaming, a whisper lower than old-speak, a command that he knew would be obeyed. He slept yet more, awaiting the moment that would come.

  One morning, Salvatore awakened from his slumber, confident his summons would be answered that very day.

  He rose from his bed with purpose.

  He had to fetch the darkfire crystal to send it on its way.

  * * *

  Las Vegas, Nevada - December 10, 2010

  Erik, the leader of the Pyr, was only moments away when Lorenzo’s security system began to sound. Someone—or something—had entered the courtyard secreted in the midst of Lorenzo’s house. The only entry was from above. It had to be another Pyr, but which one? Lorenzo paused and inhaled deeply, disliking that he had been surprised.

  It wasn’t Erik.

  The arrival wasn’t a Slayer, either. No, Lorenzo knew the dark scent of decay and darkness carried by those dragon shifters who had turned evil. The lack of vitality that clung to the scent of Slayers was part of the reason he didn’t want to join them. He feared that the cost was higher than they preferred to suggest.

  And Lorenzo adored being vital and alive.

  This scent was faint, difficult to perceive. It was so strange that he couldn’t quite place it. He chose to mull it over, keenly aware of Erik’s increasing proximity.

  Definitely Pyr, but ancient. More like the old perfumes that had been sold in Venice centuries before. Frankincense. Myrrh. Ambergris. Scents that could not be precisely described by anyone but which, once smelled, were never forgotten. This scent awakened something in Lorenzo that he would have preferred to have left slumbering.

  Lorenzo returned to the atrium and pulled back the blind with a single smooth gesture. He hid his surprise that there was not just one Pyr there.

  There were seventeen.

  It was strange that their individual scents were not as readily distinguishable as those of the other Pyr Lorenzo knew. They must have arrived in dragon form. Together. Acting as one. The courtyard was open to the sky and all other windows to the house were locked against the heat.

  But the arrivals were in human form now, and he was struck by the similarity of their appearance. They were all dark-haired with dark eyes. They all carried themselves with the impassivity of warriors, and they were all fit. They might have been in uniform, so closely did each one’s choice of khaki garb resemble that of the others.

  They could have been one of his own illusions, a single Pyr mirrored over and over again to look like a crowd.

  But one man stepped forward when Lorenzo opened the door to the courtyard, his gaze steely. That he alone moved was evidence that this was no illusion.

  There was a bit of silver at this Pyr’s temples and determination in the line of his lips. “I am Drake, leader of the Dragon’s Teeth Warriors. We have come, as summoned.”

  Lorenzo hadn’t summoned anyone. He spared a glance to the upper window and wasn’t certain whether he saw the blind move.

  No. It was a trick of the light.

  His father, Salvatore, slept. Hibernated really, his strength fading with every breath.

  Aware that his glance might betray his secret, Lorenzo met Drake’s gaze steadily. “I didn’t summon anyone. You’ve made a mistake.” He moved to shut the door, but Drake stepped forward quickly, blocking its passage with his booted foot.

  “We will have what was promised.”

  Annoyance rose within Lorenzo. “I promised you nothing.”

  “We will have it.”

  It? Lorenzo arched a brow, not troubling to hide his irritation. “You will leave.”

  A ghost of a smile touched Drake’s lips. “Not until we have it.” He put out his empty hand, expectant.

  Lorenzo knew that Erik was only moments away. He had an illusion to stage for the leader of the Pyr and it must go flawlessly. He hated to be distracted before a performance, particularly a challenging one.

  He had beguiled Erik before, but wasn’t entirely certain that he
could do it again. Erik might have learned something in the interim.

  That uncertainty was part of what make the trick interesting.

  But he didn’t need this interruption.

  “I can’t help you,” Lorenzo said flatly, pushing on the door again. “You’ll have to leave.”

  Drake stepped across the threshold, his defiance tempting Lorenzo to shift. “We will not leave.” Drake spoke with resolve, and a faint ripple passed through his men. Lorenzo was aware of the glitter of their eyes, the way that they stood more at attention. He was outnumbered, in his own home, which did nothing to dispel his irritation. “We have been summoned and a promise has been made.” Drake stretched out his hand again. “Keep the vow.”

  “It wasn’t mine.”

  Drake didn’t move or blink. He waited.

  Lorenzo heard Erik’s car at the gate. He heard the chime that echoed in the house whenever an authorized vehicle was allowed to enter the compound. He saw the slight flare of Drake’s nostrils.

  “Leave,” Lorenzo insisted.

  “How timely,” Drake said instead. “I can appeal to the leader of the Pyr to take my side. Erik is fond of promises kept.”

  “I made you no promise!”

  “Promises must be kept.”

  “It wasn’t my promise.”

  Drake held Lorenzo’s gaze, his own unblinking. His warriors had moved when Lorenzo wasn’t looking. They stood at attention in rows just outside the door, their gazes as flinty as that of their leader, closer than they had been before. They shimmered slightly around their perimeters, that pale blue light a warning that they hovered on the cusp of change.

  Shit. The last thing Lorenzo needed was a fight over a promise he hadn’t made. Lorenzo was sure both he and Drake heard Erik being ushered into the house, courtesy of their sharp Pyr hearing.

  Drake didn’t move.

  He seemed to smile slightly, as if anticipating triumph.

  The sight infuriated Lorenzo. “I must see to my guest.” He gestured to the men in his courtyard, indicating that Drake should rejoin his men. “You will wait together until I return.”

  Drake held his gaze for a long moment, as if wanting to ascertain whether Lorenzo was lying. If Erik had not been waiting, if he had not needed every bit of his strength, Lorenzo might have tried to beguile the leader of the Dragon’s Teeth Warriors.

  Just to find out whether it could be done.

  But as it was, he was annoyed and surprised, precisely the way he did not want to be before a performance. Perhaps his irritation showed. Perhaps Drake knew that Lorenzo was more like Erik than he would have liked others to believe. Perhaps Drake recognized that Erik was close enough to aid his cause if necessary.

  Because it took only a moment for Drake to incline his head and step back to join his men. He folded his arms across his chest and fixed his stare on the sliding glass door when Lorenzo locked it.

  They both knew that Drake could rip it open if he so chose, that he could break into the house and take whatever the hell it was that he thought was owed to him. They were all dragon shape shifters and it was courtesy that made Drake step back, not fear.

  Because he wanted something. What?

  Who had summoned Drake?

  If Lorenzo hadn’t known for a fact that his father was clinging to the last tendrils of life, he would have known where to find the answer.

  As it was, he wondered who had set him up.

  * * *

  An hour later when Lorenzo returned to the courtyard, the angle of the sun had changed.

  And the courtyard was empty.

  He unlocked the door, just to check. There was no sign of Drake and his men, not even a faint whiff of their peculiar scent in the air.

  Even though Drake had been determined to have whatever it was that he believed he was owed, he’d left. Had he gotten whatever he’d been promised, or had he changed his mind? Lorenzo couldn’t imagine that Drake surrendered a fight easily. It made no sense.

  Unless someone else had summoned Drake.

  Unless someone else had given Drake what had been promised.

  Lorenzo eyed the window blind on the second floor. He shut and locked the door, then raced up the stairs and strode to the apartment in that corner. It was dark in the luxuriously appointed rooms, dark and still. He stood in the shadows of the doorway and listened to the long slow rhythm of his father’s sleep.

  No, Salvatore was still hibernating. Lorenzo’s suspicions melted. His father was only the ghost of what he had been, his vitality having faded abruptly this last century. It was a miracle, truly, that he was still alive. Salvatore couldn’t be roused that quickly these days, was often confused, and took a long time to settle back to sleep again.

  Salvatore’s days of making mischief were over.

  Lorenzo was honest enough to admit to himself that he missed them.

  He left his father’s apartment, still thinking. He was too suspicious. Drake must have simply given up. It was long odds but not impossible. Even Pyr could be less than perfectly predictable.

  Lorenzo returned to his plans for the massive spectacle he was planning, vaguely disquieted and distracted.

  It hadn’t just been Erik’s visit. It wasn’t just the firestorm burning in the distance. It was the prickle of darkfire. He shook his head, pitying the unfortunate Pyr who had been saddled with this particular firestorm and its complications. There couldn’t be a woman alive who was worth as much trouble as darkfire could create.

  But what Lorenzo didn’t realize was the extent to which the darkfire would change the world of the Pyr. The fact that he even sensed its blue-green flicker meant that it was changing him, as well.

  It would be months before he realized that the third darkfire crystal, the one he had kept secured in his hoard for centuries, had vanished without a trace.

  Chapter One

  Alexander winced when he smelled the darkfire crystal heating.

  As the Dragon’s Teeth Warrior with the keenest sense of smell, he always knew the stone was warming, even before the strange light within it began to flicker. Sure enough, his leader Drake lifted the crystal and held it aloft.

  That blue-green light flashed within the stone, like lightning trapped in a bottle.

  “Yet again,” Drake said beneath his breath. If Alexander hadn’t been Pyr, he would not have heard the softly uttered words. “It’s relentless.”

  Alexander could only agree with that. He was exhausted, like all of the others, terrified to wander away or risk sleep so long as they kept guard over the unpredictable stone.

  Drake gave Alexander, his second in command, a sharp look. “Find the others.” His eyes flashed with a panic that Alexander shared. “Now!”

  There was no telling how long it would take the stone to work its strange sorcery. Sometimes it flashed for hours before anything changed. Sometimes it lit to brilliance in seconds.

  But when it flared its most brilliant light, the one that nearly blinded them all, the Dragon’s Teeth Warriors were hurled through space and time.

  They would feel the rushing of the wind and feel the sensation of being transported.

  And when they opened their eyes, their location would be changed.

  It was a strange and unsettling sorcery.

  And these warriors had seen their share of sorcery. They’d been beguiled by an ancient viper, enchanted to take the form of dragon’s teeth, trapped for millennia until they’d been set free in a future that defied expectation. Their leader, Drake, had changed his name, perhaps to indicate that he was no longer the Pyr he once had been. It was so apt that Alexander didn’t even think of Drake as Stephanos any more.

  In contrast, Alexander felt he continued to survive an ordeal, one that only made him yearn more strongly for the wife and son he’d left behind, one that made him more of what he had always been.

  The first time the darkfire had worked its magic had been immediately after Drake closed his hand over the stone, at Lorenzo’s home. Si
nce then, it had occurred three more times. Alexander was not even certain where they had been.

  The group of Pyr had almost immediately realized that only those within some measure of proximity to the crystal were carried along with the company, and this was the cause of their concern. Who knew what had become of the others? Alexander doubted he was the only one haunted by the uncertainty.

  With a single shout from Alexander, the other warriors raced closer. Alexander saw his own distrust of the crystal echoed in the wary expressions of his companions.

  “Wonder where we’re going this time,” Peter muttered in his usual grim tone. Peter was the oldest of all of them, a ferocious warrior independent of his age. He tended to expect the worst, a perspective the darkfire crystal was unlikely to change.

  His view, however, would do little to bolster the confidence of the team and Alexander wished he would be more optimistic.

  “It’s not as if we have time to look around,” Iggy complained.

  “Just make sure everyone is here,” Alexander commanded tersely.

  Drake was regarding the stone with undisguised horror. Alexander knew it was because they’d lost five men already, thanks to the darkfire’s unpredictability. It was shocking that there were only twelve of them left, when their original company had numbered in the hundreds. Each curse upon them had taken its toll, but with fewer men, each new loss sickened Alexander. He and Drake had concluded that those men who hadn’t been in the immediate vicinity of the crystal when the light flared had been left behind.

  Wherever they had been.

  Could they ever be retrieved? Would the stone continue to flash until they were all dispersed? The last transition they’d managed to remain together, but Alexander couldn’t help wondering how long that would last. They were tired and becoming irritable. It was only a matter of time until one fell asleep, or wandered away to relieve himself at the wrong moment.