The Dragon and the Dreamwalker (Elemental Series) Read Online Free PDF

you seem even more frightening or powerful? Or perhaps you choose to use me for your pleasures?”
    “Don’t flatter yourself,” he answered. “You are no prize. I happen to know that just as many people fear you and want you dead as they do me. And I have no need to display tokens of war to make me powerful. That ability was granted to me the day I was born a Pendragon. And though I can’t say you’re not alluring under that coverlet, I don’t want you for your body.”
    She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, almost wishing he did want her body. At least then she wouldn’t feel so low for her own thoughts of his beauty running through her head.
    “Then what is it?” she challenged him. “There must be another reason for marrying me. You’ve already got my father’s castle and riches. So what is the reason for wanting me to become your wife?”
    His mouth was clenched and she saw a muscle twitch in his jaw. She was sure no other woman, nor probably even his men, had ever questioned him or challenged him like she had just done. She was irritating him, that was obvious, and she was glad of it. Any man as cold-hearted as he to have done the things he’d done, needed someone to stand up to him and question him about his actions. Even if it was the most addlepated thing she had ever done in her life.
    He walked back toward her and reached out, taking her chin in his hand. He tilted it up till her eyes met his. She had somehow expected him to be looking at her mouth - to take her in a punishing kiss to let her know he wasn’t going to put up with her antics. But instead, he was looking into her eyes. Her own gaze flickered across his lips before interlocking with his eyes against her will. Even with words unspoken, he held such a dominance over her. What he said with that one look told her more than words could ever convey. She shuddered, she burned. She shivered, she yearned.
    And then he released her and left her standing alone as he headed out the door.

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    As soon as the door closed, Brynn collapsed upon the bed. Her will shaken, her mind confused, she needed fire to replenish what she’d lost and to regain her strength. Her father’s ivory-handled dagger still lay on the center of the bed where The Dragon had thrown it.
    She reached out for it with one shaking hand, barely able to close her fingers around it. She was alone now, and a prisoner in her father’s own castle. She clasped her fingers, gripping the hilt, feeling her father’s energy and her mother’s magic emanating from the dagger, giving her the courage she needed to carry on. This was a family heirloom. Not a weapon of destruction, but one of creation and life.
    She looked to the carved spindles on the bed, remembering the stories of how her father constructed them with this very dagger while making a wedding present for his bride. She looked to the faeries and woodland creatures that scampered around the wood in a carved motion that almost made them seem alive.
    Her father’s spirit would live on through her. Her mother’s gifts of magic would be with her for the rest of her life. Tears welled in her eyes as she held the blade up to flicker in the light of the night candle.
    “I vow I’ll bring vengeance upon the man who took your lives,” she made her promise. “Drake of Dunsbard may think he’s going to marry me, but won’t it be his surprise when I kill him instead?”
    Her tears dripped onto the handle of the dagger as she made her vow. Steam rose from the ivory hilt, and to her surprise the entire thing was glowing. But it wasn’t glowing from her own magic or the memories of her family. She felt Drake’s presence in the dagger since he’d touched it. The Dragon’s curse flowed through the weapon - his essence overpowering that of her own parents.
    Her eyes darted to the banner of The Dragon covering her own family crest. The black and red dragon danced in the firelight, jumping, moving in the