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Repertoire – Mychael Black

The Shape of Things 2

A year ago, dragon shifter Vincent Sheridan and vampire prince Devon Hart forged a union, putting an end to the war between shifters and vampires. Although Devon has been forthcoming in his own past, Vincent has remained silent on his own. Now a new menace has reared its ugly head.

A figure from Vincent’s past is poised to claim Cardiff, Wales, as his own — using his sorcery and otherworldly charisma to force the people to follow him. Knowing he has no choice, Vincent realizes he must stop the madness before it’s too late. Doing so requires him to admit who he is and to protect the people who once revered him.

It’s going to take every resource he possesses — even those he fought hard to forget.

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EXCERPT:

“Where is he from?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“You mean you don’t know?”

Jacob glanced up. “Has he ever told you anything about his past?”

“No.”

“I rest my case. Vincent Sheridan is a very guarded man… dragon… whatever.”

Devon Hart rolled his eyes and dropped into the armchair. Jacob returned to whatever he’d been doing. “What are you doing anyway?”

“Nothing my brother needs to know about,” Jacob said, giving Devon a pointed look.

Speaking of… “How long does he usually take when he goes out?”

“A few hours, sometimes more. It depends on how hungry the dragon is.”

Devon shuddered. When he’d first found out that Vincent killed when he fed, Devon had been pissed. After all, their biggest fight to date had been about Devon’s occasional killing of humans when he bled them. Then he realized that Vincent didn’t kill people. In human form, he couldn’t recall seeing Vincent ever eat to begin with, and in dragon form, Vincent had a penchant for cattle or other large animals. Devon couldn’t quite find fault with him on that, especially when Vincent only had to feed in dragon form once every three months.

“So what are you doing?” Devon asked again.

“I’m just as curious about my brother’s past as you,” Jacob muttered, flipping through the pages of yet another book. When done, he sighed and set it on top of the already-massive stack beside him before pulling over another.

“He’s obviously not blood relation, so how did he come to be a ‘brother?’”

“Sarah and I met many years ago, as cubs. No, we aren’t related by blood, either. In our case, as with Vincent, family is what we made it. She and I ran a small group of shifters, though our efforts tended to be less than effective. Neither of us have a head for leadership, nor are we alpha material. We met Vincent by accident one evening. He’d been hunting and we stumbled onto the…” Jacob wrinkled his nose. “…act. Vincent devours everything — blood, bone, flesh, hair — and we had the dubious honor of watching him. Sarah nearly fainted and I just couldn’t move. It’s not every day you stumble upon a dragon.”

Devon chuckled. “Yeah, I know that feeling.”