Free Possessed by a Dark Warrior by Felicity Heaton Page A

exactly what sword he was looking for and was aware of what had happened to it seven centuries ago, and the determination steadily growing in his eyes said that he was willing to help.
    Vail opened his mouth to speak.
    The air off to his left shimmered and another elf appeared on bended knee, breathing hard, black stilted ribbons like smoke twisting around him.
    Bleu stilled right down to his breathing, tensing in perfect unison with Vail, unable to believe what he was seeing.
    Fuery.
    The tainted elf raised his head, black eyes locking on Vail’s face for a split second before they dropped to his boots and he bent his head lower. The tangled strands of his shoulder-length black hair swept forwards to conceal his face, but Bleu could feel the agony as it rolled off him. His bare fingers dug into the earth, bunching the grass into shaking fists.
    Bleu couldn’t take his eyes off the male as he was hurled through time. A night barely a few months ago rose around him, reconstructing itself as if he truly had leaped through time. He saw Fuery standing across from him in Kyter’s nightclub, a black and terrible shadow in the dimly lit expansive room, his eyes filled with darkness and lust for bloodshed, claws itching to destroy and take the lives of all he viewed as an enemy.
    A shadow of the noble male Bleu had known as a youth.
    That Fuery whirled back in time with him, to a battlefield where he loomed over him, his hand outstretched. Bleu saw himself take it, swore he felt the breeze as he was pulled onto his feet, and saw Fuery’s lips move in silent words that he felt warming his soul and boosting his courage before the elf turned away from him. He raised his black blade, his head held high, violet eyes bright and focused on the enemy as he commanded the legion to move forwards. Bleu could only stare as he kicked off and swept through the enemy, cutting them down with ease and leading the charge.
    A male Bleu had adored, admired and aspired to be, and had mourned, grieved for while flooded with pain so fierce it had felt as if his soul had been tearing apart.
    The present Fuery moved, causing the past to swirl into a maelstrom of colourful smoke and dissipate.
    “Commander Fuery,” Bleu whispered, lost all over again, as rattled by his presence as he had been back in Kyter’s nightclub.
    He had lived four thousand years believing him dead, murdered by the male who was looking down at him through astonished violet eyes that seemed to reflect all of Bleu’s feelings.
    He couldn’t breathe.
    Bleu stumbled back a step as the past rushed back, sweeping him along in a torrent too strong for him to fight, impossible for him to break free of and find solid ground again.
    Rosalind shifted her gaze to him and it filled with concern, her fingers twisting in front of her as she bit her lower lip. He knew she wanted to come and aid him, but it would be a dangerous move, one liable to cause her mate to turn on him, Fuery and possibly even her.
    Bleu shook his head, silently telling her that he would find his balance again. He just needed a moment. Gods, he needed a moment to breathe.
    An image of the silent forest in the Fifth Realm filled his mind, called to him to return to it as he had so many times, finding peace in the solitude and beauty of the place. He fought for the strength to push away from that urge, aware that it had served a purpose far different from the one he had believed.
    It had become his place to hide whenever things had become too intense for him, too painful to handle.
    He had buried himself in nature, craving the soothing touch of her, to rid himself of the cold emptiness that had invaded his very soul.
    The loneliness.
    Vail canted his head, causing strands of his wild blue-black hair to drop and brush his brow, his violet eyes pinned on Fuery.
    His second in command.
    His chest heaved with each deep breath he drew, stretching the scales of his armour, and his fingers curled into claws at his sides.
    His