“The virgin has awakened a guardian,” she whispered, her eyes growing wide.
“What?” Eben asked. He looked toward the doorway. Erika and Geva were equally distracted by the sound, Geva already striding toward the door.
A second later the figure of a huge, muscular man filled the doorway. He had white hair flowing to his shoulders, interrupted by two huge horns that jutted up from his brow. Intense, silver eyes surveyed the room from beneath heavy, white eyebrows. He held the slack form of an unconscious, naked woman in his arms.
“What the f**k?” Eben muttered. Was he another dragon come to life? He must be, considering those horns and his otherworldly eyes. When Eben spied the long, golden length of Camille’s braid trailing over the man’s arm, cold rage coursed through him. Before he cou
