A black one.
Not that it was better. Indeed, a black horn came from the darkest magick. Soulless magick. No one was more powerful. Not even a gold horn.
And only a gold horn could kill him.
Or the spell the imp was trying to sell.
The two of them combined... Dash didn’t stand a chance. Now it wasn’t a question of just finding Renata’s wand, he had to find and destroy that spell, too.
If he could manage to destroy both the horn and spell, he’d be invincible.
At least technically. While in human form, he was still vulnerable to a degree. As a human, he could fall victim to another spell. And if someone found his own horn while he was in human form, they could use it to kill him.
But it would be a lot harder to find his wand and use it against him, than it would be to kill him with Renata’s.
Which was why he had to recover Renata’s horn at any cost. Not just because it held the ability to kill him, but because it was all he had left of her. The thought of any part of her being in the hands of her killer...
It disgusted him.
She had been the purest, kindest creature ever born. If he could get to her horn in time, he had the powers inherited from his mother that might allow him to reawaken her spirit enough to say goodbye.
To ask forgiveness for the harsh words he’d said that last time he’d seen her.
That was all he wanted. He just needed to make peace with the only person in his life who’d loved him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Dragon.”
Tanis scowled at the odd note in his voice. She wasn’t sure which of them was the most shocked by his apology. “You didn’t hurt them. I know I’m irritating. My father and sisters are always telling me to shut up and go away.”
“You’re not really irritating. I’m often impatient with others. My sister and Halla have often told me it’s one of my greater flaws.”
Those words caught her off guard, too. Wrinkling her nose, she playfully nudged him. “I won’t say you’re not impatient. But it’s easy to be impatient when others try your patience.”
He actually smiled.
And that made her breath catch in her throat. As handsome as he’d been before, he was truly spectacular when his eyes sparkled with humor. She’d never seen anything so incredible.
It sent a wave of desire through her so fierce that it was shocking, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
How in the name of the Thirteen Kingdoms had the High King remained unmarried? Were the unicorn princesses insane?
Or completely cold-blooded?
Her brother had been nowhere near so gorgeous, and she-dragons had hunted him relentlessly from the moment he’d hit puberty until Marla had dragged him to the altar, kicking and screaming.
Well, not entirely screaming.
But Davin had done his best to delay marriage as long as possible. He’d wanted to keep his options open. Their father, however, had wanted to secure their throne.
Which had really infuriated her sisters who’d wanted to be named heirs instead of their brother.
Iagan Dragomir hadn’t cared what they wanted. His goal had been to incorporate their northern lands that were ruled by Prince Dagur, and Dagur only had daughters, which meant Davin was forced to marry Marla or risk being disinherited forever.
Davin had quickly seen the wisdom of his father’s wishes. And Marla had been more than pleased to marry him in turn. Who wouldn’t want to be a future queen and the leader of her own lands in her own right? Something neither of their fathers knew about because Davin had promised Marla in private that he would never exert his control over her father’s land. Her brother had promised to make her queen in her own right once he inherited their father’s crown.
That was what had made her brother so incredible.
But what in the world would have kept a king of Dash’s magnitude from marrying? How was it possible that she-unicorns weren’t lined up the street, after him?
