"Joanna Wylde - Dragon's Mistress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

to overthrow an emperor, and still all he could think about was bedding this incredible woman.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that it never occurred to him she would hit him.
 The blow took him in the jaw, and he hit the ground with a thump. He gasped for breath as it had
knocked the wind out of him. She stood over him, hands braced on her hips and glaring in anger.

"I may be a pleasure worker, but I will not let myself be used," she said with bitter venom. "I have
no reason to believe you. You may kill me for this, but I'd rather be dead than betray my friends and my
Guild. I have no reason to believe a thing you say."

"I can prove it to you," he said, fingering his jaw.

"How?"

He stood, watching her carefully. He wouldn't make the same mistake again, he thought.

"Take off your earrings."

"What?"

"Take off your earrings," he repeated. "Karya gave them to you earlier today, didn't she? For
tonight."

She nodded, reaching up to take out the delicate silver baubles.

He reached out to take them from her. She handed them to him, and he turned them over in his
hands. They appeared to be a random twist of silver wires and pearls, but he knew there was a pattern.
There it wasтАжhe found the right spot and allowed them to interlock with each other. Then he held them
up for Daniella to see. They had formed the delicate outline of a dragon, the mythological beast which
was part of the Von'hot family crest.

"Where did Karya say she got these?" he asked quietly, handing them back to her.

"From her son," Dani whispered, looking up into his face.

"I gave her the earrings," he said quietly. She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. "I'm not going to
tell you the whole story. There's no need for you to know any more, and too many people could suffer if
anyone found out. But Karya is my mother, and we have been working together for years. Before he was
killed, she planned all of this with my brother. Come over here."

He strode across the room to a small table. He picked up a small, hand-held illuminator, one with
varying light frequencies. It was something that could be found in almost every home in the Empire. He
turned to her.

"This is only visible with a specific frequency of light," he said quietly, punching a six-digit number
into the wand. "It was tattooed into my upper arm as a child, to help them identify me if I was ever
kidnapped."

He switched on the light, holding it up to his arm. Within the purplish light, the glowing outline of a
dragon came into view beneath his skin.