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The Jade Dragon
Book Two of the Greenwood Witches Trilogy
Rowena May O'Sullivan,
author of
The Silver Rose

Avon, Massachusetts

This edition published by

Crimson Romance

an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

Blue Ash, Ohio 45242

www.crimsonromance.com

Copyright © 2013 by Rowena May O'Sullivan

ISBN 10: 1-4405-6549-X

ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6549-6

eISBN 10: 1-4405-6550-3

eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6550-2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author's imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

Cover art © 123rf.com

To Matthew, Renee, and Declan.

You add color, light, and vibrancy to my life.

I love you with all my heart.

Break out the bubbles and let's make a toast to love and my second published book.

Yippee!!

Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

About the Author

A Sneak Peek from Crimson Romance

Also Available

Acknowledgments

Thank you, Chantelle Potter, for reading the rough draft of the
The Jade Dragon
for me. Your help was invaluable.

To Jennifer Lawler, Julie Sturgeon, the editors at Crimson Romance, and to my agent Jewelann Cone, a HUGE thank you for believing in me and making me a part of your worlds!

Writing Rocks!

Prologue

Marylebone Coven, Marylebone House, London

“What are we going to do with Gregori?” Grand Dragon Anton paced the floor of his private sitting room, his voluminous purple velvet cape floating about him as if charged with static electricity. He swirled around and looked to his Dragoness, Eleisha, for answers he could not fathom. “The bells have tolled early and his true mate is yet to mature. It makes no sense. None whatsoever!”

Gregori was the most powerful warlock to walk the earth. He was in danger of destroying not only himself but also everyone he held close to his heart, due to the growing volatility of his magic.

“We're going to have to send out a dragon,” Eleisha paled, her hand at her throat. “Perhaps several, to take his magic from him before it's too late.” As her husband paced anxiously past her she latched onto his forearm, her tone soft and full of despair. She knew it would spell disaster for her brother. Tears filmed her eyes.

Anton shook his head, denial clouding his vision. “He's my successor. He's Dragon of Marylebone. How can this be? How could the Bells of Marylebone have rung for him without my permission? Without any of our knowledge.”

“He's powerful. You've always known that. He's innocent. I don't believe he's guilty.”

“The Three Fates are proving elusive.” Anton spoke of the three sisters who controlled the timing of all fateful events in someone's life. They'd taken matters into their own hands without speaking to him first. It was unheard of. “When I see them next, they'll be lucky not to be denounced as imbeciles unworthy of their title. They'd better have an extremely good reason for what they've done.” Anton ranted as he continued to pace, this time with Eleisha at his side. “Why would they do this
now,
without explanation of any kind?”

“There must be more at stake than either of us knows.” Eleisha attempted to soothe her mate despite her own distress. She understood why the Fates were refusing to be found. But then, they had always been elusive, scary and not altogether of this world. Regardless of their position on the Supreme Council of Magical Beings, she too would have a few words to say to them when next they met.

“I'm Grand Dragon of Marylebone and I rule all warlocks and witches. They did not consult with me and now the integrity of Marylebone is at stake.”

Anton stopped pacing and Eleisha collided with him. He reached out to steady her, and bellowed “Mistletoe” so loudly that Eleisha's ears rang.

She was still standing with a hand over her ear when a little dragon — Mistletoe, her husband's familiar — burst into the room in a starburst of sparks and landed on Anton's shoulder. A flame shot from his nostrils and set fire to Anton's collar.

Mistletoe tucked his snout under a wing as Anton patted out the flames with his hand. His skin blistered and Eleisha, used to them both, grabbed his wrist and focused on the burned skin.

“Heal,” she whispered and within seconds, all traces of injury disappeared.

Anton's anger deflated as quickly as it had arrived. “What would I do without you, my love?”

“You'd probably be a mere scorch mark on the floor.” Eleisha cupped her husband's cheeks and kissed his nose.

Anton released a gruff laugh and kissed her cheek in return. “True enough.”

Mistletoe peeked out from behind his wing. “Mistletoe sorry. Mistletoe excited.”

Anton waved his hand. “Do not apologize. Your flames are a part of your nature. Besides, there are more important things to discuss than scorching me or my clothes. Have you found any trace of those blasted Fates?”

Mistletoe looked up into Anton's eyes. “No trace anywhere. They hide tracks well.”

“You don't suppose the ringing of the bells was an accident, do you?” Anton looked to Eleisha. “Is it possible they could have made a mistake?”

Eleisha knew her husband's comment was a hollow hope. “They've never been wrong before.”

Anton picked up a newspaper from his desk and pointed to the picture on the front page. “It's national news. The police in Raven's Creek claim that a man resembling Gregori caused the death of two mortals.” He looked to Eleisha, shaking his head, his shoulders slumping, as if the world weighed heavily on them. “Mortal they might have been, but they were the best Earth witches south of the equator. It's an absolute tragedy!”

The news was both distressing and confusing. Eleisha was positive there had been a grave error and her brother had found himself caught up in the ensuing drama. “Gregori isn't
that
out of control. He has a mere two weeks left before he must bind his magic with his mate because of those dratted bells. It's possible the person they're looking for is someone else entirely.”

“My darling Dragoness,” Anton spluttered, his anger increasing. “It's more likely to be him than anyone else.” Realizing he was adding to his wife's distress he added, “Not that I believe he's guilty.” Anton fisted the paper and shook it violently. Mistletoe released a large flame and the paper ignited. He threw the paper into the fire. “How could he be so careless?

Tears poured from Eleisha's eyes. She sunk into the great chair by the fireplace and sobbed into her hands. Anton knelt at his beloved's feet and wrapped his hands around hers, lifting them away from her face. “There, there. Don't you worry, my love. I'm Grand Dragon of Marylebone. I didn't achieve this role without learning a thing or two about the symptoms of a warlock in danger. We will find a way to save Gregori.”

Mistletoe flew into the air, circling them both. “Mistletoe will hunt him. Burn his magic from him. Make everyone safe.”

“No,” Eleisha cried. “We must give my brother time to prove his innocence. For us to find an answer to this dilemma.”

Anton looked up at the ornately painted ceiling, and shouted. “Gregori! I'm Calling you to Marylebone. Get your butt back here, now.”

Only a few seconds passed before a flare of energy built in the room, sucking the oxygen from it. Anton and Eleisha looked about expectantly. They glanced at each other and despite their certainty Gregori wasn't guilty, they armed themselves by whipping up a bubble of protection just in case.

Gregori arrived in the Dragons' Lair in a burst of blinding light. His hair was disheveled, he had blood stains on his clothes, and a savage wild look in his eyes. “I didn't do it,” he said as he grabbed Anton's forearms. In an instant, their protective bubble burst, giving way to his will without a single hint of protest.

Eleisha gasped, knowing that her magic along with her husband's was a powerful combination. And yet her brother had broken their spell without trying. “Gregori! Your magic is leaking out all over the place. Gather it in before you hurt someone.” The thought that he might already have done so entered her head. She shoved it aside.

Gregori was immediately apologetic. He closed his eyes, inhaled and released a controlled measure of air from his lungs several times. When his eyes popped open, his aura was less wild; he was in control. For now.

“All I know is I felt Alanna's heightened distress through the tenuous link I've sensed was there since she was born. I rushed to Raven's Creek to ensure she was safe, only to find Alice and Jack already dead. Their car was wrapped around a tree and Alanna was unconscious in the back seat. She will live. Her injuries are minimal. She awoke for a few seconds, saw me, and then slipped back into oblivion. I called emergency services and stayed with her until they arrived. Now the police are looking for me, based on a description the ambulance driver gave to the police. The media have branded me as their killer.”

Eleisha believed him. If he'd blundered, there would be no way he would have lied. He always spoke the truth. She flung herself at her brother and wrapped her arms around him, her face pressing into his chest and held on tight.

Gregori spoke to Anton over his sister's head. “We need to inform the Supreme Council. They need to be on the lookout in case there's a rogue magical being out there. I can't imagine a mortal could have caused such carnage.”

“Were there no clues as to what would have caused such a horrific event?”

Gregori's considerable shoulders slumped and he shook his head, his eyes full of confusion. “There was nothing. I could pick up no trace of any human. If it was a magical being, they covered their tracks well. There was nothing.” He looked to Eleisha and then back to Anton. “I have not forgotten our rule; do no harm. I have not become careless despite the Bells of Marylebone tolling for me. I'm too experienced a warlock for an error of this magnitude.”

“I believe you.” Anton held up a hand. “And on my honor, as Dragon of Marylebone, I did not call for or provide permission for them to be rung. You do believe me?”

Gregori pulled himself from Anton's grasp. Mistletoe flapped in a circle about Gregori, ready to attack if he so much as attempted to hurt his master. Eleisha stood, her body braced, ready to defend her husband if the situation warranted it.

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