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drew a lot of attention, but Drake was an entirely different animal. The biggest and most powerful of the Guardians.
    “Speak.”
    He cringed, knowing what was coming would be fucked. “Rain is my mate.”
    Drake cocked a brow and looked at him for a minute, silent. “And you’re trying to find a way out of it,” he said, watching, assessing.
    “Yes.” He shouldn’t have been surprised that Drake would know what he planned. He expected Drake to do more than stare at him. He felt like a kid, wanting to squirm in his seat. He got the distinct feeling his leader was seeing into his soul. He hated that about Drake. Dorian waited for the order, his gut clenching hard, because he knew there was no way in hell he’d claim her, ordered or not. He couldn’t.
    It was fucking eerie sitting there while Drake just watched him. Finally the dragon nodded once. “You’re pulled from patrol the second it’s a problem. Go.”
    He felt his mouth drop open. What the fuck was that? He didn’t order him to mate the Mageia. Drake wasn’t even going to guilt him? Tell him he was letting his brothers down by not mating? All mated pairs gained power and strength. They needed the added power from another mated pair. Drake cocked a brow, and Dorian got up and left before his luck ran out. He got the distinct impression he was still screwed, he just didn’t know how much. His leader was intelligent and cunning, that thought made Dorian’s neck crawl.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Guardian Manor, Tetartos Realm

    Rain didn’t remember sitting, but she was glad she was. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest at any second.
    “What?” Her mind was still reeling from what Sirena had just told her. Her head buzzed with so many emotions, ranging from shock, excitement to dread. She’d known something was wrong with her. She’d felt aroused and needy for days, even throughout everything that had happened in the last week, which had been insanity.
    “Your blood shows signs that you’ve entered the mating frenzy,” the healer Guardian said. Concern scrunched her delicately stunning features.
    She shook her head. She’d never imagined she was going through a mating. She assumed that arousal was the way her body dealt with the worry over everything happening to Delia, the young female that had worked in her shop before being captured and tortured by Cyril. Her concern for the Mageia hadn’t seemed to affect her body’s neediness. She’d assumed it was some weird physiological issue about life and death, her mortality and needing to feel alive; she didn’t think for a second that it was a mating. Those were so damn rare, and her best friend, Alyssa, had just found her other half in the Guardian Gregoire. So few Immortals found their mate, and only a select few of those were among Mageia like her, the odds had been miniscule.
    She stared at the thick brown rug, sitting in the seating area of her room, still trying to process how she missed the clues. So much had been going on even before Delia was taken by the Realm’s biggest enemy. That had to be why she disregarded what was going on with her body. She’d been uprooted from her home and business, thrust into the Guardians’ manor, for her own protection… She and Drake, the Guardian leader, had shared words about his high-handedness, but in the end, after he’d nearly scorched her eyebrows off in his dragonish annoyance, she’d made her own decision to stay. She wasn’t stupid, and even though his behavior had set her off, she wasn’t one to make a decision out of anger.
    A week or so after she was taken away from her life, she and Alyssa were abducted. It was only for a short time before they were rescued, and she’d been unconscious through almost all of it. A thought that thoroughly disgusted her. She hated feeling weak. The only thing she remembered was being grabbed and fighting whoever held her, a sharp sting on her neck, and then waking up on Alyssa and Gregoire’s