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I instantly recognized the magic-siphoning cuffs and groaned.

I squirmed against Thax’s steel hold around my torso, shouting curses. “Let go of me!”

“I don’t think so, Azara. Not when you pulled a disappearing act before things got interesting last time.” He dragged me to a door by the entryway and yanked it open. Coats, umbrellas and other miscellaneous items filled the small closet.

“It wasn’t even my fault,” I hissed as he pushed me inside.

“I know it wasn’t. It was those pesky males protecting you. Don’t get me wrong, I get the attraction, I do.” He leaned closer and ran his tongue over my cheek.

“Get off me, you pervert!” I shrieked, trying and failing to break his iron hold. Talon, where are you? I could use a little help!

“I’ll never understand male and female relationships,” he mused. “It’s clear that dragon shifter feels something for you, but that Fae female agent feels something for him. So much so, that she was willing to betray you, her own cousin.”

A chill chased up my spine. “What are you talking about?” I rasped out.

“After your little visit to my castle, I began to do my own research about you and your family. Who knew that cute blonde SIA agent was your cousin? I assume you’re not very close or why else would she have helped me orchestrate this entire event?”

Ella betrayed me? A stab of hurt streaked across my chest. “You’re lying,” I hissed.

He clucked his tongue against my ear, and goose bumps broke out over my arm. “I’m not. Since you rescued my source of information, I had to find a new little birdie.”

“Azara!” Talon’s voice boomed through the old wooden door.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Thax’s hand slapped across my lips. “Shh, cuz. I can’t have your boyfriend ruining my plans again.”

Peeling my lips back, I chomped down on his middle finger. With a curse, he loosened his hold on my mouth and I cried out. “Talon!”

The door whipped open, and Talon’s blazing eyes met mine. My shoulders sagged, my heart leaping for joy. I reached for him, but Thax’s hold tightened around my middle.

“Say goodbye, little demon.” My bastard cousin’s hot breath whirled across my eardrums as panic gripped my insides.

A black cloud blanketed us, blotting out Talon’s form. I reached for him again, but it was useless. My head spun, and darkness descended over my vision. Talon’s frantic shouts echoed across my mind as Thax dragged me into oblivion.

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Sneak Peek of Darkblood Prison: Demon At Large

Prologue

Talon

“Azara doesn’t want to be found, brother. I know it’s hard for you to hear, but she’s gone.” Hayden’s fingers closed around my shoulder, but I jerked from his grasp. It wasn’t the first time in the last three months that he’d tried to force his angel healing—or pity, on me.

“You’re wrong,” I gritted out and continued to pace the length of the training room annex.

Hayden and Dallas exchanged a quick glance before returning their focused gazes to the blue glow of the computer monitors. “Come see for yourself,” said Dallas. “Video footage doesn’t lie. Her eyes, man… they’re two bottomless pools of black. She’s gone.”

“I don’t need to see it,” I growled. “Thax is manipulating her somehow, just like he did that night at the Fae club. Azara would never do something like that.”

Vander peeled himself off the wall and cleared his throat. He’d been so quiet I’d forgotten he was there at all. “You’re probably right, T. The Azara we knew would never have behaved with such little regard for lives—supernatural or otherwise, but it’s been months. This isn’t the first report we’ve gotten.” He took a step toward me, and I took one back. I didn’t need his coddling right now, what I needed was Azara. Steel bands wrapped around my lungs as her screams echoed in my mind. I rasped out a haggard breath, forcing air inside.

I’d failed her.

The pungent odor of smoke and burnt demon hides filled my nostrils. I squeezed my eyes shut, chasing away the vivid memories, but like every night, I was sucked into visions of the past.

“Azara!” I barreled