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Everyone knows Dragons and Faeries don't mix...BerylTwelve years ago, the Elders of Elysium banished me to the mortal realm. They stole the source of my power, and sent me here on the whim of Elysium's Oracle.But while my exile might be unwarranted, I haven't wasted my time whining or feeling sorry for myself. Whining isn't really what Dragons do. Instead, I've built an empire in the mortal realm, hoping that money and power can replace the one thing I know they cannot: my Hoard.So when the very thing I've been missing walks right into my club, I almost can't believe it. But the High Prince of Faerie is far from happy to see me. He hates my guts-and he has every reason to. But I also think he likes to hate me, just a little. And I'm dying to know how far I can get under his skin...MavrienTraveling to the mortal realm to retrieve Beryl Draegamir is the last thing I want to do. My face still bears the scars of her fury-and that was the fury she had when she was twelve. But the territory of Faerie is at a tipping point, and I can't afford the Elders' wrath by refusing to retrieve her.All I have to do is bring her home. Then I can drop her in Dragon territory and forget about her, forget about the Oracle's prophecy that we are fated for each other.Unfortunately, she's as difficult to ignore now as she was when we were children, and I'm almost as attracted to her as I am angry with her. But Dragons are known for setting things on fire, and I won't risk the Fae territory for something as foolish as desire, no matter how tempting I find her.