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dead had awakened with a vengeance. What was this? Was the prophecy being fulfilled?
                And then it happened. His eyes opened, snapping wide suddenly to peer into the darkness of his own bedchamber under the dust and decay of the lost centuries. His gaze was fuzzy at first, as if unable to focus, until it fixed on a spot directly in front of him—deep into the burning violet eyes of a witch.
                “It is about time you woke up.”
                The voice was smoky; not deep, but a kind of husky that from the right female was incredibly sexy. As Tura didn’t have a cock in dragon form, he couldn’t really say he was erect. However, he was definitely aroused. Desire slammed into him hard, forcing him to take a deep, calming breath. A deep breath of centuries’ worth of dust that had come to cover him while he slept.
                The coughing was immediate as he tried to expel the dust he’d just inhaled, managing to snort smoke that filled the room that was already swirling dirt.
                “What do you want with me, witch?” he managed to cough out as soon as he could drag in enough unpolluted air.
                To her credit, she hadn’t moved even when he had been hacking up what he’d unintentionally inhaled. He couldn’t see much more than her eyes, their eerie purple light boring into him without blinking. Although he couldn’t make out much of her, his desire for her was growing by the second. Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to move the rest of his body. It was believed the witches had fled this planet long, long ago. They didn’t live amongst the tribes, but then they never really had. Instead, Tura knew they had simply gone underground. He had felt them, but he hadn’t been able to “see” or hear them. Witches and dragons weren’t friends.
                “What do I want? Nothing at all,” she sneered in his direction. “But the damned tattoo on my shoulder dictated that I had to come to you as you awakened. I have been here for seven moons, dragon. I am getting sorely tired of waiting for you.”
                None of it made sense. Seven moons? Waiting for him? A tattoo. Her baffling words did manage to allow him to lift his large head to peer more clearly at the puzzling woman. Sweet Fate, she was gorgeous! With skin a deep, dark chocolate and locks that flowed to her waist, she looked every inch the powerful witch. And Fate help him, he wanted her. But in that way lay danger. He would never touch her. Could never touch her.
                “Explain yourself before I decide to eat you. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve had a good meal.”
                That didn’t scare her, or make her mad. Instead she did the oddest thing. She smiled.
                “Well, I should certainly hope so. I have intense sexual appetites, as you will learn, seeing as how you are my mate.”
 
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