Healing Aiden (Lords of Discord #5) Read Online Jocelynn Drake

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Lords of Discord Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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It took all of his power to actually drag his gaze to the pale, slender woman with the black, pixie short hair and cold brown eyes who was standing in front of Ronan and another man.

“King Aiden, may I introduce Mara Schneider of the European Ministry envoy,” Marcus said sharply.

Aiden managed a jerky nod as he briefly struggled to pin a smile on his lips again. Thank God he was sitting, because his legs would have given out beneath him. He extended his hand to Mara, unsure if it was trembling. “An honor to meet you, Ms. Schneider.”

“And you, Your Majesty,” Mara replied, though he didn’t miss that the little twist in her voice at the title. He had no doubt that the European Ministry was not pleased with how things shook out in the Americas, but the European Ministry ruled over European vampires. What happened in the Americas was none of their business at the end of the night.

“May I introduce my associates from Europe, Michael Langston and Ronan Svendsen.” Mara motioned toward the two men behind her. Aiden had no problem looking over at Michael Langston, momentarily taking note of his emotionless expression and seemingly curious hazel eyes. As if he didn’t quite know what to make of an American vampire king.

It took all of Aiden’s willpower to drag his gaze over to Ronan. The last name was new, but it could be something he’d adopted over the long years. Aiden had done that a few times prior to finally becoming a Varik. Or it could be a clan name.

But even after all these years, it was Ronan. His Ronan. It was on the tip of his tongue to whisper, “My prince,” but he bit down on his traitorous tongue to hold on to those words.

Ronan seemed to be taking the surprise better, but then he’d been able to watch Aiden enter. He would have recognized him.

Unless he’d known for far longer that he was alive.

A thousand questions were bouncing through his head, and there were no answers to be found. The only thing that kept repeating in his head was that Ronan was alive. His beautiful Ronan was still alive after all these years.

A small smile played on those lips that still looked familiar, and there was a faint twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “I hope that you can find time in your schedule for us to have a meeting before my return to Europe,” Ronan said.

Aiden nodded and gave a small grunt, not trusting himself to speak. His heart was beating erratically in his chest. His face felt hot, but his hands were suddenly ice cold. It was only when he dragged his eyes to Mara that he felt confident he could string two words together without sounding like an utter fool.

“We shall talk more while you are in town,” Aiden replied with a pained smile.

Mara nodded sharply and drifted away from the dais, taking Michael and Ronan with her. Aiden didn’t allow himself to look up, didn’t take a chance on meeting Ronan’s dark eyes again. He’d crack. Demand answers. Throw himself on the man.

No! Marcus was watching.

His children were all watching him.

The next vampire started to move up, and Marcus’s firm hand landed on his shoulder. He leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Is everything okay? Do you need to step away?”

Closing his eyes for only a second to pull his scattered mind together, he shoved thoughts of Ronan aside the same way he had for centuries. The act seemed all the more painful now that he knew the man was still alive, but he couldn’t be distracted. The future of vampires in America, the safety of his clan and so many other clans, rested on him continuing to act as if his entire world hadn’t been knocked off its axis. There would be time later when he was alone to take out the memory of this night and inspect every inch of it, to recall a hundred other little things. But not now.

It was more than just his duty to his new position. It was where Ronan was standing—with those who were most likely to oppose him wearing the crown. The man he’d known had been the love of his life, but after the passage of so many years, he couldn’t be sure who stood in front of him now. Had he been sent by the Ministry to kill him? And if so, would Ronan actually commit the deed?

“I’m fine. I swear,” Aiden replied, forcing his voice to steady.

“Are you sure?” Marcus whispered.

Aiden lifted his eyes to meet Marcus’s worried blue ones. So like his mother’s. He smiled, and this one was real. Reaching up, he cupped the side of his son’s face. Marcus and his brothers would always be able to steady him. “I’m fine. Thank you.”



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