Sanctuary, Texas: My Dragon Masters Part 12

"She's that old? There aren't many left their age," Eli said.

"He said she was a shield-maiden from a territory adjacent to his Jarl's. She is one of the fiercest warriors he's come across in all his years. Her betrothed was killed in the same battle that claimed her human life. She was sired by the same vampire who turned Erick."

"And they never met? After all these years?" I asked.

"No," Rose answered, wiping her hands on the ap.r.o.n around her waist.

I added what I knew about her. "She works with the Mason pack currently. But as attached as she is to Diana, I'm not sure she will be leaving any time soon."

"We may need her. It will be good if she stays a while. The Masons are a strong family, but foolish. They know Xerxes is the driving force behind the SECR's corrupt government, yet they continue to risk so much each time they go back East. Hannah knows several of the Masons. She has friends in Ada, where they usually settle for the winter."

"She should be more careful who she hangs out with," I said, growling at the thought of little Hannah Bateman spending time with a pack of Lycans.

Rose smiled at me. "She's a big girl, Miles. They would never hurt her. She goes up there to help with healing."

I knew that. I also knew Hannah and Meredith both traveled back and forth to Ada. It was where their mother was from originally and they still had other family there. Sanctuary was blessed that the girls both decided to stay after their mother pa.s.sed away. Their family had created the warding spells that kept Djinn from being able to teleport in and out of Sanctuary's buildings.

"Hopefully, the girls can help Diana once she wakes from the healing sleep. She has no memory of her life before three weeks ago."

Rose frowned. "That's strong magick. I promise you both, we will find a way to help her. First, I need you to take the four wolves outside the cafe and set them up with these." She pulled two sets of two-way radios from a cabinet behind her. "Have them stay in the four corner towers of the Castle."

I nodded.

She pulled out a handful of small ear buds from the same cabinet and handed everything to me. I took the radios, put a listening device in my right ear, and handed another to Eli. He followed suit and placed one of the enchanted ear buds into his right ear. At first glance, the tech looked normal-like our mobile phones-but thanks to Bateman magick, humans couldn't listen in. We were invisible on the heavily guarded networks, no matter which Republic we were in. They hadn't figured out how to use the Internet undetected yet, but at least we had the modern conveniences of mobile phones and two-way radios.

I rose from my seat and headed for the door. Eli padded quietly behind me.

"Be careful." Rose's warning was soft, but sincere. "None of the soldiers can be allowed to leave the town," she added.

Looking over my shoulder, I caught her deadly gaze and nodded. "I know."

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.

ELI.

Killing humans was always messy. People tended to come looking for them. I hated that Xerxes was using them to try and get to Sanctuary. It was bad enough he'd enslaved an entire race of supernaturals, branding them as evil and vicious in human and supernatural eyes alike. The Djinn had not always been hated or feared. But now, stuck under Xerxes' thumb, they had no choice.

I followed my brother through the dining room of the cafe and out onto the front porch. Four Lycans stood off to the side. I couldn't remember a couple of their names, only two had visited the Castle that I could recollect.

"Liam O'Connor," one of the unfamiliar men approached with his hand outstretched. "Brogan is my cousin. I believe Kieran and Douglas said they'd met you previously at the Castle."

"Thank you," I said, shaking his hand. "I couldn't for the life of me recall your names."

The Lycan smiled. "No worries. There are a lot of us to keep track of, especially when we keep taking in strays."

"Rose knows you took more into the pack?" Miles growled softly.

"Aye, no worries there. She knows and has approved each new arrival. Most we've taken in have been extended family to pack members already living here," Liam answered, not letting Miles' attempt at intimidation get him down.

The wolf Liam had called Brogan stepped forward. "Even though some of us haven't been here as long, I can a.s.sure you we will fight to the death to protect this town and our families."

My gaze shifted to the blond man next to Liam. His green eyes flashed yellow for just a second and I let my lips curl into a smile. I liked his att.i.tude. That was the kind of man I wanted at my side in a fight, even if he was just a wolf.

"Miles, give them their earbuds and let's show them where they'll be camping until the action starts."

My brother doled out the tech and we headed for the Castle. I reached the ma.s.sive doors first and pushed one of them open. Miles followed next and then the four Lycans. I closed the door behind the group and then heaved the heavy bar into place. It didn't need to be there yet, but out of habit, I replaced the barrier anyway. Better safe than sorry, though it would take a h.e.l.l of a beast to even push the door open without the bar.

My brother was barking out instructions as they climbed the grand staircase to the right. I followed quickly behind them, catching up in a few strides. Our footsteps echoed down silent hallways. Even the courtyard was empty and quiet. The Sisters probably already knew the s.h.i.t was about to hit the fan. Their main living quarters were in the lower levels of the Castle, below ground. But they spent most of their time in the outdoor courtyards or the living areas on the first floor.

We climbed two more flights of stairs and split. Miles continued straight with Liam and Brogan and I waved the other two Lycans to follow me. We followed the path under the parapet and doubled back toward the front of the Castle.

Each Lycan was a.s.signed a corner tower of the Castle. Liam and Brogan would stand watch in the two back towers, while Kieran and Dougla.s.s covered the front. With Lycan hearing and telepathic abilities, any humans approaching the town would be noticed immediately. If Djinn approached first, Calliope and Rose would come on the protected radio signal and let everyone know to be on high alert. Because of the magickal wards, Djinn had to physically enter the buildings in town. No teleporting in and out.

I thanked them for their help and then turned, following the parapet pathway to the back stairwell nearest our living quarters. I stepped down a flight of dark, stone stairs and came out in the hallway that leads to our bedrooms. Miles' footsteps echoed behind me. We were both thinking the same thing.

Diana.

I pulled open Miles' bedroom door and Eira turned her head to face us. "She hasn't stirred."

Miles approached the bedside first and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Diana's forehead. He moved away, giving me room to do the same. She smelled as sweet as Rose's cinnamon rolls.

I glanced up and caught Eira's gaze. Her jewel-blue eyes sparked and she stood from the chair on the opposite side of the large, four-poster bed.

"Perhaps there's somewhere I could freshen up before the all goes down. I expect the first wave of soldiers to be arriving near the twelve-hour mark, so I have a few minutes before I need to be prepared to fight." She walked around to the foot of the bed. "I haven't seen her sleep this soundly since I met her. Whatever you guys did, it's helping."

It tore at my heart to hear she'd been suffering ... how many years? At least our healing spell was giving her some peace. Would she still be the same woman we fell in love with and married so many years ago?

Wait!? "The first wave?"

"It's how the SECR operates. First wave will be small, maybe thirty to fifty soldiers. They can't get more than that over the borders at a time. Texas law will let them send up to fifty for hunting an escaped prisoner, which is what they will have their orders written up to look like."

"Gives them carte blanche to do whatever they want in the Texas Republic," I muttered.

She nodded. "Another reason the Masons hole up in Ada for six months out of the year. Helps with soothing them into forgetting they need to come after us."

"You've been doing this a while, haven't you?" Miles asked.

"Since the walls between the republics first were built. So almost forty years now," she added with a sigh. "It's nothing new. I've always helped. Wherever I lived. I am an ageless warrior. What else am I good for?" She shrugged her shoulders and looked away.

"You've never wanted a mate? How many years have you been alone?"

She rolled her eyes. "No need to go playing matchmaker, dragon man. I'm perfectly happy on my own." But the tone of her voice hinted that she didn't speak truthfully.

"I'll stay with Diana," Miles said, catching my gaze.

I nodded and motioned to Eira. She followed me out of his bedroom and down the hall. We had several spare rooms in our wing of the Castle. All of them had their own bathroom en suite.

Pushing open a large, wooden door, I gestured for Eira to enter first. To my surprise, she didn't come back with a witty comment about me holding the door for her. I peered inside and noted that it had been freshened lately and the bed had clean sheets, not that a vampire would really need to sleep.

"There should be fresh linens in the bathroom. If you need anything else, just let me know. There are four Lycans in the Castle right now, just so you know. They're on lookout in the four towers.

"Thank you," she said. "I noticed their scent on you, but didn't realize they were in the building."

I turned to leave, but paused and looked back at her one last time. She was pulling her chocolate tresses loose from its ponytail, reminding me how much I'd missed running my hands through a woman's hair. After Miles and I took charge of the Sisters, our s.e.x lives had become kind-of empty.

A casual fling with a visitor or two at the private Castle club or one of the pixies from town, but never more than that. We tried to find regular subs for a few years to release stress ... or grief, but they knew our hearts weren't in it. It wasn't fair to a sub to have a Dom who wasn't focused. Now we taught in the Club once a week, training males from town or visitors how to be responsible and attentive Doms.

The Sisters appreciated our efforts creating a safe and controlled environment in the club for them to practice BDSM; but neither of us was willing to have s.e.x with any of the Sisters, even though they had attempted to coax us on multiple occasions. The idea that we might father children into the House of Lamidae made it completely unappealing. My brother and I preferred to know our children-should we ever have any.

Which brought me back to the horrifying question in my mind. Did we have a child with Diana? Had that experience been stolen from us along with our wife?

This room had been crafted for the sole purpose of one day being a haven for a son or daughter. Though both of us had given up the hope of Diana's return, the Sisters had insisted when the Castle had been designed that we put a nursery and spare bedrooms in our wing of the fortress.

Maybe the Sisters had held back information all along.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

DIANA.

I could smell him before I saw him.

The scent of male flooded my nostrils and the beast within me roared to life. I recognized it, but I didn't. Everything was muddy, except the need to touch the male, taste him, and have him completely. Turning my head toward his scent, I opened my eyes slowly, thankful for the dim lighting. It made it that much easier to focus and take in the handsome face staring down at me from the bedside.

He had strong, deep-set eyes, hard brow lines, and a square jaw covered in several days' growth. Black, wavy hair hung forward from either side of his face, easily shoulder length and beautifully familiar. He was one of the men from my dream. No doubt about it ... yet I still couldn't remember his name or how we knew each other-just that we did.

His brown eyes widened, surprise flooding his face like a man who'd been caught spying on a naked lady washing. I felt the corners of my lips turn up into a smile.

Heat flowed rapidly through my body and I clenched my hands into fists to keep from reaching forward to touch him. He smelled like heaven. The d.a.m.ned dragon inside me was not helping either. A light sweat coated my body in seconds. I knew what was coming next-ice. Every time this blasted fever rose, my powers overwhelmed me and ice covered the room, froze the bed, the sheets, and the walls. I ruined everything around me.

But nothing happened.

We just continued to stare at each other-silence filling the s.p.a.ce between us like fog on the hillside. It just became thicker and thicker, neither of us willing to break through the barrier first.

A click from the doorway across the room drew our attention and I marveled as another man, identical to the one already standing at my bedside, entered the room. He took one glance our way and something akin to a whoop came from his lips.

"When did she wake up?" he asked, rushing to the other side of the bed.

b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l. How was I supposed to watch them when they stood separately on either side of this enormous bed? I flashed my gaze back and forth, studying their faces.

"Just now," the first twin rumbled.

That one. The man I'd seen first. There was a small scar above his right eyebrow. It wasn't much, but at least it was something to start with. I'd never seen such perfect twins before. In my dreams, I'd known they were twins, but seeing them in the flesh and smelling their scents ... it was more than overwhelming. There were so many emotions running through me. Excitement. Arousal. Fear.

"Diana, how are you feeling?" The second twin spoke, drawing my gaze from the first.

Diana? I didn't remember my name, but it sounded ... right. They had to know me. Right? I would not have had the inappropriate carnal dreams about them if they did not.

"Diana." The name rolled off my lips easily. I liked the sound of it. "What is my surname?"

"Your family name before marriage was Karlson," the second twin spoke again.

"I'm married?" I glanced back and forth. "To whom?"

"To us," the first twin answered.

I gulped and felt the temperature plummet in the room. Married? To two men?

"Your name is Diana Karlson Blackmoor," the second twin continued. "We lost you when our kingdom was taken by the Incanti brothers, Kevan and Leif. Do you remember them?"

I shook my head and looked back at the first twin. His eyes had darkened and he was frowning, but not in a frightening way. It was more like he was trying to figure out what to say.

"Where's Eira?" I missed the plucky vampire who acted as my go-between in this strange and unfamiliar world. I prayed to whatever G.o.ds were listening that she had not abandoned me.

"Down the hall washing up. Neither of us thought you'd wake from the healing sleep so quickly. Do you feel all right? Any residual pain anywhere?" The second twin rambled on and I watched him refrain from reaching for me at least three times.

At least I was not the only one struggling to keep my hands to myself. Even with the revelation that I had married to two men-two brothers. I wanted them. With every fiber of my being, I craved their touch and so much more. My behavior was that of a tavern wench. This heat would not let up.

"I feel tired, but no pain. Why is the room not covered in ice?"

The first twin held out his hand, palm up.

I could feel heat rising from his skin, warming the temperature around me. It was counteracting the freezing cold and ice that normally poured from me whenever stress overwhelmed me. Which was most of the time lately.

"Are you like me?"

"Dragons? Yes," the second twin to my right spoke up. "But you're an ice-breather. We're fire-breathers. My brother Miles ..." he pointed to the first twin, " ... and I are born of the house of Blackmoor. We were the crown princes of the Veil before the Incantis betrayed us and stole our home. We would have ruled from the stone thrones as kings once our fathers finished their two-thousand-year reign."

None of it sounded familiar. Not even the name "Miles."

"What is your name?" I asked. It would be nice to refer to them as something besides number one and number two. Or twin with the scar.

"Forgive me," he said. "I'm Eli."

Eli and Miles. I rolled the two names around in my head, but still came up blank. I would give anything to regain my memories. Who I was. Where I was from. If I had a life with these two men, it would be nice to remember it.

"Eira calls me D." I looked up at Eli. His brown eyes softened and he smiled.