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130 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 27, 2019
“Sometimes walking away is harder than it looks.”
He’d always been a lover, not a fighter. A messenger of words and gifts, not death.

An Ashford sentinel emerged from the dark like Alumn had shaped flame into male form and set it free upon the land.

Well, hello there, broody and vulnerable.
“What do you need me for?” Wild, raw sex, my room, right now, Trey imagined.
Trey usually preferred the more submissive role, but not for this sentinel. There was no way he was bending for him.
He dug his nails into Venali, holding him, never wanting to let go again. Venali rode him hard, his mouth flirting with a half snarl, the tip of his tongue skimming his lips. It was more than that. Stripped of the Ashford sentinel uniform, he was exposed and vulnerable, and raw, and free, and everything Trey loved about him.
“Fuck,” Trey gasped, “me.”
Venali kissed him hard, his hands tearing at Trey’s clothes, trying to dive inside. “I’m going to fuck you so hard—” he moaned into Trey’s mouth, “—you’ll cry my name as you come.”
“I saw you in battle,” he continued, whispering against Trey’s cheek. “In the blood and chaos, I saw you fight dragons. You are righteous and loyal. You are the best of us.” His wet tongue flicked over Trey’s. “I can’t hold your wandering soul for long, but I’ll take you while I can.”

“The on and off again. Every time you return, I lose my mind over you, and then you leave and it kills me. I can’t survive this—us. I’m not…”He flicked his fingers. “I’m not made that way. I either have you or I don’t. And if I don’t, then fine, but I need to know because every time I lose you…” He choked off his words and thumped his head back against the wall. “Fuck.”His lashes fluttered. “Every time I lose you, I die a little more inside, and there’s so little left…”
“You’re an asshole.”
“If it helps any, I haven’t been with anyone else since I left.”
The sentinel rolled his eyes. “I have. Many times. Must be every assassin by now.”
A curl of laughter slipped free. “Slut.”
Venali’s chuckles rumbled. “You use the strangest words.”
“I pick them up from each village.”

“I love you,” he whispered, the crowd and club forgotten. “Your messy hair, your worn-out clothes, your roughness, your nonsense words, and the marks you bear for those you’ve lost. I love how you see through me. You make me want tomorrow. Please don’t leave me again.”
“Somehow, I found you, with your harem of lovers, your ridiculously stunning clothes, your ruthless pursuit of pleasure, and your prickly exterior hiding a vulnerable heart. And I love you for all those things.”
[...]
“We’ll have to talk about those lovers.”
“Hm,” Venali purred, hands clasped on Trey’s hips, gently rocking. “There are no other lovers and haven’t been for a long time. You carry my heart, messenger. Promise me you’ll keep it safe.”

He’d known she was close to Eroan and the dragon prince, but it hadn’t mattered, because Seraph was worth it. But then he’d met her fathers. The dragon had eyed him like Junoe was his next meal, and Eroan like he’d gladly kill Junoe and prepare him for that meal.
“I fear I didn’t think this through…” Eroan whispered. The words stroked the corner of Lysander’s mouth, demanding he turn and seal the promised kiss.“You mean you lured a dragon into a room with one exit and dared him to stalk you?”
“Hm… something like that.”
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Lysander emerged from behind the shelves. He never had been very good at following orders.
“—showing Lysander the library.” Eroan plucked a random book from the shelf and handed it over his shoulder.
Lysander took it, frowned at the title, shrugged, and lifted it for Alador to see. “Cooking Elves,” he beamed.
“Cooking for Elves,” Eroan corrected.
“Right. That.”
"You make me want tomorrow."A great addition to the series! I'm so grateful to MONIQUE for asking me to read these books with her. Thanks for another great buddy read! 🥰
There were no more monsters to fight, not outside.Without a purpose, they struggle to adapt to civilian life, Trey and Venali among them.
This is what being lost felt like. Like falling, with nobody there to catch you.So, yes! It's true this book is wonderfully smutty. Trey and Venali's physical relationship was the star of the show for the most part, but their inner struggles tugged at my heartstrings as well. And when they finally gave in to their emotions, it was wholly satisfying.
"Every time I lose you, I die a little more inside, and there's so little left..."However, it's also true that this one suffers from novella-itis . . . Lost & Found should have been made into a full-length novel, dammit! I'm greedy like that and this author is just THAT good.