The universe is vast, but finding a dragon on the auction block isn't a usual occurrence for hunter Daecon Kreass. When the magnificent dragon shifts into a stunning woman she stirs his blood like never before, but Arara is Zyafayan aristocracy and Daecon must keep her at arm's length and return her safely to her royal family.
Arara has never forgotten the handsome vampire who saved her from captivity. Determined to find out if her feelings are true or that of a grateful victim, Arara changes her appearance and her name. She joins Vazan Shield and is partnered with Daecon in the new hostage rescue unit.
Despite her deception the flames of passion are quickly ignited. This time around she's determined to never let him go.
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Arara raised her head and opened her wings to the blustering wind. The ship's bow dipped into a trough, and heaved upward, cresting the oncoming swell. Salty spray spattered her neck, chest and back, glistening on iridescent scales. She swished her long tail, sending flashes of golden hues along its length.
Folding her wings, Arara turned her broad head and looked down at her faithful servant.
Hands on her hips, Elsath shouted over the wind. "Your father has forbidden you to fly."
"We've been confined below for days. I need to spread my wings and feel the wind on my face."
A gust whipped Elsath's brown hair around her thin face. "It's too dangerous!"
"The storm has passed." Arara opened her wings with a snap, the thin membranes catching a strong blast. "A little wind won't harm me."
"Arara. Stop! The captain says the storm has forced us off course."
"I won't go far."
Wings spread, Arara launched off the ship's deck. Sweeping over and under her wings, the wailing wind lifted her skyward. Arara soared high, delighting in the swirling air currents.
She swept her wings high, then down in a power-stroke, pushing higher into the overcast sky. Whipping her long tail from side to side, Arara increased her air speed. Arching her back and slashing the air with her tail, she pointed her nose skyward and threw back her head, performing an aerial somersault. After three flips, she pulled up and straightened her course. Dipping one wing, Arara turned and headed back toward the ship.
A flash to her right alerted Arara, but the warning came too late. A thin, gossamer net fell over her, covering her back, catching on her clawed feet and snagging her wings. She flapped and fluttered her wings, but instead of shaking off the net she merely twisted and turned, caught in the crisscross of thin line. Dangerously ensnared, she tore with teeth and talons, but the net held.
She roared, blasting the net with her fiery breath. The line turned black, but didn't burn or melt.
Sharp stings pierced her shoulder and chest, stealing the breath from her lungs. She gathered her ebbing strength and let loose a dragon cry, attacking the net once more with a sputtering flame.
Her wings useless, Arara fell, spiraling toward the waves below. Her fall ceased, so abruptly that her weight pressed hard into the net, ripping scales from her back. Then she recoiled, shooting back up into the sky. Gravity prevailed, the net halting her sudden ascent.
Tangled, helpless, and quickly losing consciousness, Arara hung in the net and looked up into the yawning belly of an airship. Then darkness claimed her.