Guardian's Beloved Mate (Song of the Sídhí Series #4) Read Online Free PDF

stalked after the silent moving girl.
    She did have a lot of questions to answer, but at the moment, he didn’t care about her, Dragon Valley, or even stopping the Khr'Vurr. Nothing mattered to him, except finding his mate.
    Sarah stopped at a blank wall. Putting her hand to its surface, she spun a thread of synth crystal into its surface. The thread expanded, forming a tube.
    “I think this will let you smell what’s on the other side. Take a whiff and see if you smell her,” she said, nodding toward the open end of the small tube.
    He glanced inside the tube. A tiny fan whirled within it. Hell, the girl was scary.
    The stagnant scent of feces and unwashed bodies filled the air. He froze. Among the scents, he smelled paradise. Lizzie’s pure scent sifted through the air. He shuddered harder than ever before. The sweet scent of jasmine called to him.
    His fingers curled and he clawed against the rock wall, desperate to reach his mate.
    “Well, I’ll take that as a yes,” Sarah said. She moved backward, removing the tube as she went.
    He growled, turning on her in a flash of fury. His guttural words were barely recognizable. “Put it back!”
    “Easy, guardian,” she said quietly. “I believe getting her out is better than simply smelling her. Don’t you?”
    He swallowed convulsively. Unable to speak, he quickly nodded his head. He was not familiar with being the weakest person present. It grated against his inner dragon as he waited for the girl to speak.
    She didn’t say anything. She looked at the wall. Tiny strands of synth flowed from her hands, covering the wall in a sparkling web. The strands sunk into the wall, disappearing from sight.
    One heartbeat turned into two. It was the longest two seconds of his entire life.
    The wall, on either side of the fairy-made illusion, crumbled. He surged forward before the rubble settled, scrambling over the pile of rock.
    He exited in an empty cell.
    He rushed forward, through the single door and nearly lost his head.
    A tall dhark elf darted forward, twisting his swords in a deadly dance of death.
    Alex dropped to the ground and rolled out of danger, immediately springing to his feet. He clutched his sword in front of him.
    The elf’s head rolled across the floor.
    He glanced toward Sarah.
    She didn’t comment as she turned away from the elf’s convulsing body.
    Not a flicker of remorse showed in her icy gaze. “You’d best hurry. I hear more people coming.”
    He nodded once, but the scent of jasmine snagged his attention. Like a bloodhound, he raised his head and shot down the corridor.
    Shouts of prisoners bloomed around him. He clenched his fist around the hilt of his sword, ignoring each sound.
    He jerked to a halt in front of a solid metal door decorated with a small mesh grate.
    Before he could ask, Sarah cut through the locks.
    He shoved the door open and rushed into the small cell. For the first time in twenty years, he felt joy fill his heart. He thanked God for answering his daily prayer.
    In a corner, chained to the floor, lay his mate. She remained unmoving, curled on her side. Bone thin and dirty, she stared at him. Her dull gray eyes flashed purple, glaring at him in hatred.
    “Bloody, filthy changeling you’ve tried that trick before,” Lizzie said, her voice rasping with what he knew was lack of moisture. “First you tried to look like Alex then you tried looking like my baby girl, you filthy animal. I won’t believe you.”
    He dropped to his knees, gently touching her cheek. “Lizzie, my heart, it’s me. I swear.”
    Lizzie curled her lip, baring her teeth at him in silent warning.
    “Guardian,” Sarah called, “catch.”
    Alex turned in the nick of time as a thirteen-inch bowie knife flipped through the air. He snatched the blade by its hilt, turning his fury toward the pale-blonde girl.
    Sarah was gone. Just like that, she disappeared.
    His sharp senses expanded and he heard the running patter of dozens of feet.
    Well, blast the