When
Darkness Ends
Guardians of Eternity # 12
Guardians of Eternity # 12
By: Alexandra Ivy
Releasing May 26, 2015
Zebra
Blurb
The Guardians of Eternity are facing a
final battle to save their world—but battles of the heart may be the most
difficult to fight…
Cyn,
the vampire clan chief of Ireland, is an unabashed hedonist whose beauty is
surpassed only by his insatiable appetite for pleasure. It’s no wonder he’s
furious when he’s transported from the magical land of the pureblooded feys to
his desolate private lair—only to have his very existence thrown into a chaos
that even he cannot charm his way out of…
Most
women may be all but powerless against Cyn, but Fallon, a sharp-witted fairy
princess, is less than beguiled by the silver-tongued vampire. She’s a serious
soul with no time for the sort of games he plays—especially when they learn
that someone is trying to close the veil that separates the dimensions. But
seduction may prove the most powerful force of all, as attraction ignites
between the unlikely pair even as worlds are colliding around them…
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22859817-when-darkness-ends?ac=1
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/40933-guardians-of-eternity
Author Info
ALEXANDRA IVY graduated
from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred
to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives
in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay
updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please
visit her website at www.alexandraivy.com
Excerpt
When Fallon had opened her eyes to
discover herself far removed from her fairy homeland, she’d been more annoyed
than frightened.
Strange, considering that it was the
first time in her life she’d ever awakened in a dark cave, stark naked, and in
the company of an equally naked vampire.
Hell, it was the first time she’d ever
been away from her father’s vast palace.
She should have been freaking out.
Shouldn’t she?
But while she’d tried to convince herself
that he must be some sort of deranged beast who’d stolen her from her home for
God only knew what sort of perverted reason, she couldn’t truly make herself
believe he was intending her harm.
She hadn’t spent much time with Cyn, but
while the massive clan chief was obviously a terrifying predator, she’d easily
sensed he posed no danger.
No, that wasn’t true, she wryly conceded.
He posed all sorts of danger, not the
least of which was the unwelcomed excitement that sizzled through her whenever
he happened to glance in her direction.
But she didn’t for a second believe he
would physically hurt her.
Not unless he believed she was a threat
to his people.
The tiny demon in front of her, however,
had just sent a chill of terror straight down her spine.
She knew of the Commission, of course.
Unlike most Chatri, the pure-blooded
ancestors of the fey, Fallon had never been content with her secluded
existence. Others might be happy in her father’s royal palace, surrounded by
lush gardens and meadows that were drenched in perpetual sunshine, but for her
it was all too . . . flawlessly monotonous.
There was only so much perfection a woman
could endure before she became bored out of her mind. Which meant that Fallon
had been driven to develop a secret life just to keep her sanity.
No one among her people knew that she’d
created a hidden chamber where she honed her skill at scrying until she could
not only peer into other dimensions, but she could maintain several images at
once.
Over the years she’d spent endless hours
studying this world, fascinated by the rapidly changing cultures while her own
life remained stagnant. She’d even kept up on the current fads and speech
patterns, telling herself that she might have the opportunity to visit this
world, even when she’d known deep in her heart that her father would never
allow her to leave their homeland.
Now she wondered if she’d been mistaken
in her belief that the powerful Oracles were both wise and fair leaders for the
demon world.
“What would be the point of trancing
you?” she demanded in confusion.
Siljar regarded her with an unblinking
gaze. It was . . . creepy.
“My guess would be that they want us in
the Council Room,” she said.
Fallon forced herself not to wilt beneath
that basilisk stare. “Why?”
“It’s the place we gather to share
information, and to settle disputes between demons,” Siljar explained, abruptly
pacing across the cave with jerky movements. As if she was trying to contain
her emotions. “And in extreme cases it’s where we share our power.”
“Do you think it could be a demon who is
trying to influence you to judge in his favor?” Cyn abruptly demanded.
“I asked myself the same question. We are
currently negotiating a land treaty between the mountain ogres and the woodland
sprites.” Siljar gave a sharp shake of her head. Swish. Swish. Her white robe
brushed the uneven floor. “But now I fear the plot is far more nefarious.”
“Nefarious?” Cyn demanded.
Siljar nodded. “I think someone is trying
to force the Commission to combine their powers to cast a spell.”
Cyn grimaced. “Who or what could have the
necessary strength to influence the entire Commission?”
Siljar halted her pacing, regaining her
composure to turn and meet the vampire’s troubled frown.
“That’s what I need you to discover.”
“You want me to spy on the Oracles?” Cyn
rasped.
“Of course not,” Siljar chided. “I want
Fallon to spy on them.”
Fallon’s mouth dropped open, her blood
running cold. “Me?”
Siljar lifted a brow. “You are a master
at scrying, are you not?”
Oh . . . damn.
“How did you—”
“I know many things, my dear,” Siljar
smoothly interrupted.
Fallon shuffled beneath the dark, steady
gaze. What else did the tiny demon know about her? Not that Fallon had an
exciting enough life to hoard many secrets, but still . . .
Cyn sent her a searching glance, as if
surprised that she might have an actual skill.
Jerk.
“What does a master of scrying mean?”
Siljar answered. “Fallon can keep track
of the Oracles, even when they travel between dimensions.”
He didn’t look particularly impressed.
“How will that help?”
“She can see if there is anyone in particular
who has contact with all of the Oracles,” Siljar explained. “Or if there is
someplace they travel where they could be manipulated.”
“How close does she have to be to scry?”
Cyn demanded of the Oracle.
Fallon muttered a low curse. Had she
suddenly become invisible?
“Distance doesn’t matter,” she informed
the vampire, not about to be treated as if she couldn’t speak for herself.
She’d had enough of that in her father’s court. “The only thing I need is a
location to start.”
Without warning, Siljar was moving to
stand directly in front of Fallon, her hand reaching to press against her
cheek.
“There,” the demon said, searing the
image of a vast complex of caves into Fallon’s mind. “You can track them?”
Fallon hissed in shock as the location
locked in her mind and she realized just what was expected of her.
Crap. What was wrong with her? She should
have told Siljar she couldn’t scry. That she’d made some sort of mistake.
Instead she’d practically boasted about
her skill.
As if she was trying to impress . . .
No. She locked out the disturbing
thought.
Cyn was an arrogant lug with an oversized
ego. Okay, he was gorgeous. And sexy. And his hard, warrior body was lickably
delicious. But she certainly wasn’t going to waste her time trying to impress
him.
Siljar cleared her throat. “My dear, can
you track them?” She repeated her question.
Fallon swallowed a sigh. It was too late
to get out of her unwelcomed duty.
Besides, if her talent would help, then
she surely had a duty to do whatever she could. “I think so,” she said.
“Good.” Cyn folded his arms over his
chest. “Then she can return to fairyland?”
Fallon’s mouth dropped open at his blunt
words. “Why, you rude—”
Siljar held up a hand. “No.”
Cyn’s jade green eyes narrowed. “Why
not?”
“Although it has been several weeks since
you left Fallon’s homeland—”
“Several weeks?” Fallon forgot her
annoyance with Cyn as she sucked in a shocked breath. How was that possible? It
felt as if it’d only been a matter of minutes since she was standing in the
small reception room in her father’s palace.
Siljar gave a lift of her hands.
“Traveling through dimensions can often create temporal fluctuations.”
She was lying. Oh, it was true that
traveling through dimensions could screw with time, but Fallon suspected that
the cunning Oracle had deliberately altered time for her own purpose.
With a low growl Cyn clenched his hands
in frustration, clearly more pissed than suspicious.
“What’s the date?” he demanded.
“The middle of January.”
The vampire’s icy powers pulsed through
the air, making Fallon shiver.
“Shit,” he rasped.
Siljar calmly smoothed her hands down her
robe, pretending there wasn’t a massive vampire filling the cave with enough
power to make it collapse on their heads.
“As I was saying, I brought you here so
Fallon could concentrate on her task without the interference of her father and
her fiancé who are both searching for her.”
Fallon widened her eyes. It made sense
that her father would come in search of her. But her fiancé? The prince barely
remembered she was alive most of the time.
“Magnus is here?”
“Fiancé?” Cyn muttered, sending Fallon an
oddly angry glare before turning his attention to Siljar. “You can’t expect me
to be her babysitter.”
“I request that you give her your
protection.” Siljar spoke before Fallon could call him a jackass. “Which will
be considerably easier if you remain behind the potent magic that hides your
lair from prying eyes.”
“And what about my people?” he snarled.
“I’ve already been gone too long. They need their chief.”
Siljar waved away his concern. “You
surely have a trusted servant who can keep your presence here a secret and yet
allow you to ensure the welfare of your clan?”
The chill in the air became downright
frigid. “There are others more suited to taking care of a fairy.”
Fallon met him glare for glare. “I
couldn’t agree more.”
Siljar reached into the pocket of her
robe, pulling out a small scroll.
“But they would not be more suited to
deciphering this.”
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