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scratched and screamed. A scent enveloped her along with the strong arms.
    Sweet and rich, as alluring as chocolate. Primal and musky and unbearably mesmerizing too. Somehow the man’s smell made her relax and tense at the same time.
    “Quiet. I won’t hurt you. In fact, it’s my need, pretty little lass, to do the opposite.” His husky, baritone voice spoke English in a sensual accent.
    He pulled her closer to him, squashing her breasts against his wide, hard chest. She’d never been so close to a man, except in her dream world. She’d never been held like this. A bit of cloud slid away from the sun and light slanted over his face.
    His cheek glowed as though it had caught fire. Smoke spiraled off his skin.
    She almost gagged on the smell of burning flesh.
    A man with fangs, one who burned in sunlight. A vampire.

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    His full, seductive mouth curved into a grimace of pain, then the faint bit of light disappeared.
    “What are you?” she managed. But her traitorous body did not want to struggle in his arms. His scent made her . . . weak.
    Her skin felt warm, and her head felt too dizzy. But she had to break free, and she forced her legs to thrash wildly.
    “Stop. I am Zayan,” he growled by her ear. That rumble of sound was not like an animal, but like the way she’d heard her brother Simon growl to his new wife, Caroline. Lustful. Hot.
    Aroused.
    She should be afraid. But her nipples hardened, and her breasts lifted against the soft brush of her chemise. Between her thighs, she ached and got hot and sticky, the way she did when she had her dreams.
    She must be going mad. Or she was trapped in another dream. In the last dream, she’d been dying!
    She would break free of this nightmare. This was enough.
    Miranda lashed out. Her boot flailed wildly and made contact with his hip with a thud that she felt through her shin. She hammered her fists against his arms, writhed, and twisted against his grip.
    And nothing worked. He gazed down at her with amusement, those terrifying fangs exposed by his smile. His eyes were the dark silvery gray of the snowy sky. They held her like a hypnotist’s twirling silver watch.
    A thunderous roar exploded from the woods, and a brilliant red light exploded outward from inside it. The light scattered into winking stars and disappeared, but out of its core, another man appeared. As large as the one who still held her. His hair was as long and black but bore a brilliant silvery white streak within it. He, too, had fangs.
    “Bloody hell, it’s daylight.” This man’s hands were bare, and smoke plumed from the backs of them. “Your brilliant plan was to escape our prison into the bloody middle of the day?”

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    Wake up. Wake up, Miranda! But she was awake.
    “I’ve cast darkness around the sun, but it will fade soon—”
    Zayan broke off and muttered a curse. A particularly coarse one.
    Clamped to his body, Miranda twisted to look.
    A mass of snowflakes swirled over the grass to the side, and they looked as red as blood. Then the fluttering flakes joined, forming a shape. It grew legs, a thick body, a long neck, and a giant head. A dragon.
    Impossible.
    Whatever it was, it ran toward her and the . . . the vampires.
    Stay.
    She heard Zayan’s voice in her head, and though she tried to force her limbs to move, they would not.
    The ground shook as the red dragon charged at them, and though she blinked a dozen times, the monster did not vanish.
    Wide blood-red wings seemed to hang in the air. Giant legs swallowed up the ground as it half-ran, half-flew at them. An enormous, serpent-like head leaned forward, leading the massive body.
    Flames tore out of the dragon’s mouth. Bracken caught fire, flared, and became instant ash. Miranda meant to scream, but it caught in her throat, choking her.
    The other vampire muttered, “Bloody Christ Jesus.” He stalked toward the beast and held up his hand. Flames launched from the slavering jaws and hit the