Moon Sworn (Riley Jenson Guardian 9)

When my gaze met his, he nodded once, then stepped into the room.

I took another sip of Coke and waited. He weaved his way through the mess of tables and chairs, his movements deft and sure, exhibiting a fluid grace so rare in most people.

Of course, he wasn't most people. He was one of the other ones. One of the monsters.

"Angus Dougall, at your service," he said, his deep, somewhat gruff voice holding only the barest hint of a Scottish brogue. "Sorry I was so late, but there were protestors up on Mission Street and the traffic was hell. You want another drink?"

"Not at the moment, thanks. And why meet here if it was so far out of your way?"

"Because I know these parts well enough."

Implying that he felt safer here than anywhere else, I guessed. He took off a blue woolen peacoat that had seen better years and tossed it over the back of the chair opposite, then walked to the bar. He was, I thought with amusement, very much the image of a sea captain of old, complete with jaunty cap and a pipe shoved in his back pocket. His multicolored hair was wild and scraggly, his skin burned nut-brown by the sun, and his beard as unkempt as his hair. All that was missing was the parrot on his shoulder. And the wrinkles - because despite looking like an old-style sea captain, he couldn't have been any older than his mid-forties.>So I took a deep breath and raised my head, staring into the beautiful dark pools that were his eyes. "May the moon bless this union and grant us a long life together."

He smiled and gently brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead. "And what the moon has bound, let no man or woman sunder."

He leaned forward and kissed me. Gently, sweetly. Then he bent and gathered a small, silk-wrapped package by his feet. "And now, for the human part of the ceremony." He opened the silk, revealing two identical, black onyx rings. He plucked the smaller of the two free and slid it onto my finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

I smiled and repeated the process. Then I flung myself into his arms and said, "You can't get away from me now, vampire. You're mine until eternity ends."

"And a better place to live and die I couldn't think of."

"Run with us tonight."

"Oh, I intend to. No bride of mine is spending her wedding night with her brother and his lover."

I laughed and kissed him, with all the fierce joy in my heart.

From behind us came a whoop of delight, then suddenly Rhoan and Liander were all over us, hugging and kissing and crying.

It was the perfect way to start our new lives together. As a family, as a pack.

But as the call of the moon got fiercer and fiercer, and the thrum of the change began to tingle across our skins, Liander made the night just that little bit more perfect.

"Here," he said, and handed me a small photo.

I took it and looked at it, but wasn't really able to make sense of the odd black-and-white image. "What is it?" I asked, looking up.

"Those," he said with a grin that lit up his entire face, "are our babies. Riley Jenson, you and I are having twins."

At long last, Keri Arthur's riveting

Myth and Magic series

continues with

Mercy Burns

Coming in Spring 2011

This stand-alone novel expands on the mysterious world of sea and air dragons as one young woman's quest to right a wrong leads her into more danger than she ever anticipated.

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Mercy Burns

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