Ryder had every camera in Perth looking for Ulrik’s face or his car. Anything to prove that the banished Dragon King was there.
Ulrik proved time and again that he’d do whatever it took to hurt the Dragon Kings. That usually meant he targeted their lovers.
Ryder’s blood went cold at the thought of something happening to Kinsey. She had been on her own for three years, and nothing had happened. But that didn’t mean nothing would happen either.
The fact she’d been sent to Dreagan was like cannon fire over the estate. Someone was making a point. No, Ryder corrected himself. Ulrik was making a point.
The question was what?
Ulrik could’ve gotten to her and killed Kinsey easily. Why hadn’t he? Why had he brought her to Dreagan?
None of her tech held any signs of a virus or being tampered with. Ryder checked them all three times just to be sure. Her bag, her purse, and even her car had been thoroughly examined. Still, they found nothing.
Unless … Kinsey was the Trojan horse.
Ryder swung his head toward her. She far surpassed most individuals who worked with computers doing the intricate things she did. She was kind and sweet, willing to help anyone who needed it. But she wasn’t a good actress.
He’d always been able to tell when she lied about anything. Since she walked through the door, she’d been telling the truth.
Yet others had been fooled. Darcy, for one. Ulrik and his old Druid had gone to tremendous lengths to make Darcy think her magic remained, when in fact it had left her the moment she helped Ulrik.
Then there was Iona. Her father was murdered just to get her back to Scotland so Ulrik and the Dark Fae could access Dreagan.
“What is it?” Kinsey asked when she caught him staring.
Ryder shrugged, not wanting to tell her his thoughts just yet. “I’m thinking.”
“Apparently hard by the way your forehead is creased. It’s about what’s going on, isn’t it?”
He gave a slow nod. His gaze landed on the box of donuts, and for the first time, he didn’t want one.
“Just tell me,” Kinsey urged as she swiveled her chair to face him.
“No’ yet.”
“Why?” she pressed, her voice edged with a hint of aggravation. She suspected he was hiding something.
Ryder shoved a lock of hair off his forehead. “I need to get it all sorted in my head first.”
“You look worried. Talking it out helps.”
He paused his fingers as he typed and briefly closed his eyes. This he wouldn’t lie to her about. “I am worried. Ulrik has a habit of targeting anyone a Dragon King has shown interest in.”
“If he wanted to target me, why wait three years?”
“Who says he did?”
Kinsey’s violet eyes widened. She blinked, her long black lashes briefly closing. “What does he look like?”
Ryder sent a picture of Ulrik in a suit to the monitor above her. Kinsey stared at it a long while without uttering a sound. Ryder then sent several more pictures of Ulrik getting out of his car, in jeans and a sweater, with his hair pulled back, and with it down.
Finally, Kinsey said, “He’s good-looking, and certainly knows how to wear clothes that make him look amazing. A woman doesn’t forget a man like that.”
Jealousy simmered through Ryder. Kinsey thought Ulrik handsome. And unforgettable. It cut through Ryder, sinking deep into his soul.
He’d never forgotten about Kinsey or the love he felt for her. Even though he’d seen a spark of desire in her eyes earlier, he was beginning to suspect she had moved on.
Not that he blamed her. Ryder had walked out of her life without an explanation. Even if he had been able to tell her who he was, he wouldn’t have. Because of exactly what she had done when he saved her a few weeks ago.
He always feared she wouldn’t be able to accept him. Ryder had wanted her as his desperately, but it wasn’t just that he couldn’t tell her who he really was. There was the spell put in place to stop the Dragon Kings from feeling anything for mortals.
It was only recently that they discovered when the Silvers moved in their mountain, it was because Ulrik had gotten back part of his magic.
That’s all it had taken to break Con’s spell. That’s when Ryder realized he loved Kinsey. He returned to Dreagan to see if he could understand what had happened. Then Cassie arrived and Hal fell in love with her.
After that, all Hell seemed to break loose. At every turn, someone or something was trying to get onto Dreagan. The Dark were relentless in their attempts to discover where the Kings hid a weapon that could kill them—so far unsuccessfully.
Ryder was still adjusting to the knowledge that Con and Kellan—the Keeper of History—were the only two Kings who knew where the weapon was. And what it was.
Everyone targeting Dreagan could be traced back to Ulrik. It took Ryder time, but he discovered that Ulrik’s network of spies, mercenaries, corporations, and everyday people was extensive. That wasn’t even counting Ulrik’s affiliation with the Dark Fae.