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was one of us that went too far.”
    “Which king did he anger?”
    Lucian swallowed and glanced away. “Not a king. A princess.”
    She leaned forward eagerly. “Don't keep me waiting. I love a good tale.”
    “She was a princess of the Fae.”
    Isabelle rolled her eyes, not wanting to be taken in by the jest.   She chuckled, realizing belatedly that Lucian hadn't joined her.   Her smile faded as her stomach feel to her feet at the look of sincerity in his eyes. “A Fae?”
    “Aye,” he said earnestly. “They do exist.”
    This was too much to believe.   First, a hidden kingdom, and now the Fae. But, no matter how much she told herself to rise and demand he leave, she couldn't. Everything about him intrigued her, but the tale, as fanciful as her best daydreams, urged her to discover more.
    After a moment, Lucian continued. “The princess and my ancestor fell in love, or so the Fae thought. In truth, my ancestor merely dabbled to see if he could.”  
    “Not a very noble gesture.”  
    “True.   He had no idea of the consequences of his actions until afterwards. Once the princess discovered his treachery, she cursed our kingdom from then until the day this world no longer exists.”
    Isabelle found her gaze riveted on Lucian and the sadness in his eyes. Even if she didn't believe him, he did believe it.  
    Every word.
    “And the curse?” she asked. “What is it?”
    “Every prince and princess of the Drahcir must find their mates and return with them by a designated time. If even one fails, the kingdom will vanish. For all eternity.”
    Her heart hammered in her chest as she repeated his words in her head. Mate. Mate. Return to Drahcir. Vanish. Mate.
    Slowly, her gaze found his and saw the truth in his eyes. “How do I know what you're saying is the truth?”  
    “Come here,” he said and held out his hand.
    She didn’t hesitate to rise and take his hand. He pulled her around the table onto his lap.   Then he leaned her back until he cradled her head with one hand.  
    “Know the truth,” he whispered just before his mouth descended on hers.
    In his sweet, intoxicating kiss, Isabelle let herself go. She then saw the veracity of his words and their bond, a bond that was forged eons ago, a bond that even death couldn't break.
    Her blood heated and pooled between her legs, sending a fire through her. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to end the growing pressure, but the movement only caused a ripple of delight to lance through her. Her nipples hardened, and her breasts swelled as she wished for his hands to move over her body.
    With one touch he’d turned her into a wanton.   She needed his touch, his kiss.   Her body was in a near fever pitch as it craved more of him. And it terrified her, alarmed her.   To want someone so desperately wasn’t normal, was it?  
    Then she forgot to care as he deepened the kiss.   She wound her arms around his neck and forgot to care about anything other than the man in her arms.   Doubts melted away, worries dissolved.
    The only thing that mattered, the only thing that filled her mind and her heart was Lucian.
    His hand, splayed on her back, moved to her side, his fingers brushing the underside of her breasts.   Isabelle gasped.   The kiss turned fiery, frantic as desire took them, claimed them.
    Her back arched into his hand when he cupped her aching breast.   A moan, deep and low, rumbled through his chest.   She wanted to run her hands over his skin, to feel the steely sinew.   Isabelle pushed his jerkin over one shoulder and jerked at his tunic, pulling it up enough so she could touch him.
    His stomach jumped when she laid her palm flat on his abdomen.   Just as expected, his muscles rippled beneath her hand, and suddenly it wasn’t enough to touch.   She wanted to see him.
    It took her a moment to realize Lucian had ended the kiss.   Desire had taken her, seized her.   He was massaging her breast while he rubbed his thumb over her