Prince Kael has just lost his father to an assassin, and he’s the next target. A murderer is on the loose, the kingdom is in disarray, and Kael is determined to make the person responsible for killing his father pay. But falling for the beautiful Cara, panther-shifter and main suspect in his father’s murder, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s not at all sure she did it, and he finds himself going against everything he’s ever known just to claim her.
The ceremonial Hunt is approaching, and mates must be chosen to run together. The hatred between the tiger and panther species is all they know. If Kael and Cara follow their hearts, it could mean treason and death.
Suddenly, Kael sucked in a sharp breath. “You're bleeding.” His fingers wrapped around her arm and jerked her toward him. She almost lost her footing, but his grip tightened and held her upright. “The dart—did it hit you?”
Cara looked at her arm. Just above Kael's hand, a dark line of crimson bubbled up from a new gash splitting her flesh. Cara remembered a sharp pain while falling, but she didn't feel it now. Actually, the skin around it was pleasantly warm, tingling even. Numb. Even Kael's touch was becoming lost to her.
“Just a scratch,” she choked. The taste of smoldering ash and mint coated her tongue. She tried to swallow it, but stomach acid rose up and scalded the back of her throat.
“Cara, the poison…” Kael's voice sounded far away.
Colors danced in front of her eyes until Kael was no longer standing there facing her. Her head lolled to the side, too heavy for her neck.
“Guards!” he called out, then turned back to Cara. “You pushed me out of the way!” He repeated it over and over. “Why? You pushed me…Why? Guards!”
She closed her eyes. She was tired all of a sudden. Very tired.
Was Kael still in the cell with her? She didn't feel his fingers on her arm anymore.
The last thing she heard was her name whispered from Kael's lips.
About the Author
Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn’t creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.
She writes historical and paranormal romance.