C.D. Gorri

A holiday assignment turns into so much more for this grumpy Wyvern.

It’s the holiday season, but instead of snowboarding and doing shots of cinnamon vodka off his favorite bartender, Jasper Wessex is given the assignment from hell—literally.
Protect a woman on the run from a minor Egyptian Demon--um… who the what now?
He wants nothing more than to pass on this nut-ball case till he opens her file. Struck dumb by her picture, his Wyvern scratches against his skin. He can’t resist the owner of those flashing blue eyes.
Carolina Moore is in danger. Home from an archeological dig, she’s brought back a seriously unfortunate souvenir--an ancient Egyptian Demon who thinks she is his property!
Luckily, she has a friend who has contacts with the mysterious Wyvern Protection Unit. But what can she do when her protector poses more of a threat than the Demon she’s running from?


Wyvern Protection Unit

Larimar pushed himself faster through the air, Zircon and Heliodore flanking him. Jasper had a head start, but he was being blocked by whatever dark Magic the necromancer used to cover his tracks.


Their oldest brother joined them, and together they broke flying records in their haste to get to Kimberley. Larimar led them, following the bond to his mate to an old, abandoned glass factory. The building had not been used since the 1920s and was located deep in the pine barrens. It was like the land had reclaimed the place.


The stink of decay and rot permeated the air. The putridly sweet stench a unique byproduct of meddling with the Dark. Larimar screeched a warning. He wanted the motherfucker to know he was coming for him.


The brothers landed with a loud thump, and Jasper’s cry was laced with pain. Fuck. His brother had taken on injuries trying to save Larimar’s mate.


Chapter Twenty