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bridle.
    “You were ill?” Zorin asked as he stepped away from his own horse.
    Isabelle blushed under their combined attentions. “Just a little,” she admitted. “I felt slightly breathless on the way out here. Nothing to worry about. Probably just the stress of the last few days.”
    Zorin looked her over closely, his eyes narrowing on her pale cheeks and the glassy sheen to her eyes. “Perhaps. But I want you resting this afternoon anyway. Caden will be fine with me.”
    “But I—” she began to protest, but at Zorin’s worried look she dropped her head and nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.”
    Zorin nodded. “Good. You know your way back?”
    Isabelle nodded, kissed Caden’s cheek and with one last look to Zorin she made her way back to her bedchamber to rest.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Zorin landed easily on a rocky outcrop just outside of the largest room in the Draconian mountain palace. He stretched his black wings, delighting in the light breeze as it ruffled his feathers before he folded them neatly against his back. A quick thought and his wings vanished, though their weight on his shoulders was a comforting reminder of just who and what he was. He thought back to what Isabelle had said and quickly shook his head. Silly woman didn’t know what she was talking about. Still though… He frowned and shook out his wings as they became visible again. He was not ashamed.
    “Zorin?” Faolan asked as he stepped out from the shadows, dressed simply in a pair of loose pants and a tunic. He seemed curious and just a bit tired with small circles under his eyes and his usually neat hair was rumpled. Zorin knew better as his nostrils flared and took in the bright glaze to Faolan’s eyes.
    He shook off what he knew though and took a step towards the other man. That Faolan had recently bedded his wife was none of his business. But Zorin was a bastard and needed to know more. “I have to be quick,” he said, forcing an air of impatience that he didn’t feel. “I have to get back in time to help my mother with her latest party.”
    “Oh?” Faolan asked, leaning nonchalantly against the stone wall.
    Zorin shrugged, turning away from him as he scanned the red mountains surrounding them. “My mother is throwing a party to try to find a husband for Isabelle now that you’re done with her and she’s going to be queen.” He let out a put upon sigh. “It’s really nothing that important.”
    Zorin glanced back at the other man to see him more beast than man as he growled low in his throat. As Zorin kept watching, the man’s tan arms turned black as shiny scales began to cover his skin. “Problem?” he taunted.
    Faolan violently shook himself, clearing his mind as he settled back into his human skin. Zorin grinned at him. Faolan shot him a murderous look which only made him laugh harder. There was a soft noise behind them as Celeste, dressed in only a sheet, walked into the bright sunlight and settled against Faolan’s stiff, unrelenting side. Zorin gave her a cruel smile which she uneasily returned as she wrapped herself around Faolan.
    “Darling,” she cooed. “Come back to bed.”
    Faolan shook her off. “We’re having a meeting. Leave us.”
    She pouted and pressed herself closer to his side. “A meeting? Sounds like fun. What about?”
    Zorin slowly prowled towards her. “We were discussing Princess Isabelle Falcone’s upcoming marriage to one of the Phaedran Empire’s young bachelors. Perhaps you’d like an invitation to their wedding?” Zorin taunted them both. He knew that he was being cruel to Faolan, but he deserved it. And he couldn’t tell what Isabelle had ever felt for this selfish man that was so confused by his affection for her that he stood fuming now at the thought of her with another man as his wife wrapped herself around him.
    Celeste scoffed at him. “That lowly human? Why would I want to even breathe the same air as her?”
    Zorin ignored Faolan’s low growl as he moved