Gideon (Nightwalkers Series #2)

Gideon (Nightwalkers Series #2)

by Jacquelyn Frank

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Two powerful demons unite to protect their world—and submit to desire—in this paranormal romance by the New York Times bestselling author of Jacob.

For a thousand years, Gideon has healed his people. And as the oldest surviving male of his race, his wisdom has always been respected without question. But Gideon knows that even he is vulnerable to the powerful, primitive desires that befall his kind during Hallowed moons—and nine years ago that truth was hammered home when he found himself claiming Magdalegna, the Demon King’s sister, in a wild embrace. Horrified by his lack of control, he left her wanting and furious—and then exiled himself for the better part of a decade. Now, with necromancers threatening his people—and Magdalegna nearly their victim—Gideon must face another truth. He and the beautiful, stubborn Magdalegna are destined to be together, to share a love as deep and old as time itself. But first he needs to regain her trust. Then he’ll have to save her life . . .

Praise for the Nightwalkers series

Noah is sure to enchant!” —Karen Marie Moning

Jacob is filled with mesmerizing, breathtaking, scorching sex—and filled with unforgettable characters...I loved this book!” —Christine Feehan

“Frank’s latest Nightwalker entry is fast-paced and steamy, nicely developing the world of her generally upstanding, gorgeous and charismatic supernatural creatures.” —Publishers Weekly on Damien

“The Nightwalkers world? It’s good. It’s very, very good. It’s different, it’s involved, it’s imaginative. It’s solid in a way most paranormals I’ve read over the last little while haven’t been.” —All About Romance

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781420121971
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 06/01/2007
Series: Nightwalkers Series , #2
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 116,484
File size: 375 KB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Jacquelyn Frank is the author of the successful Nightwalkers series, which first introduced the world to her unique paranormal romances. She has since gone on to create two more successful, bestselling series: The Shadowdwellers and The Gatherers.

Jacquelyn Frank has been passionate about writing ever since she picked up her first teen romance at age thirteen. Since then, she’s gone on to write over ten bestselling books, with more on the way. Before Jacquelyn became an author, she worked as a Sign Language Interpreter and substitute teacher.

For more information on Jacquelyn Frank and her books, readers may visit her Facebook page at: or visit her website at

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The Nightwalkers
By Jacquelyn Frank


Copyright © 2007 Jacquelyn Frank
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8217-8066-4

Chapter One

"Siddah! Siddah Legna!"

Magdelegna turned when the high-pitched voice called to her, barely able to glance over her shoulder in time to see a young body hurtling into her legs from behind, nearly knocking her to her knees. She laughed as she twisted around to see the little creature clinging for his life to her gossamer skirts.

"Daniel! You are pulling your aunt's hair," she scolded him, gently extricating the softly curled tresses out from under his grasp on her knees. She gathered the coffee-colored mass in her hands and then pulled it over her shoulder to further protect it from her nephew's enthusiastic greeting.

"Mummy is awful mad at me. Please don't let her spank me!"

Legna sighed with her exasperation, prying her nephew off her legs so she could lower her impressive height down to his significantly smaller perspective.

"Your mum is my sister, dearest heart, but that does not give me the right to gainsay her punishment of you when you have been naughty. In truth, when I was a young girl, since your mother is my eldest sister, she used to punish me when I was naughty." Legna tried to suppress her smile when the young boy's face took on a horrified and hopeless expression. Her heart went out to him as she rememberedall too well how strict her sister could be. "Anyway, I seem to recall you begging for asylum not two days ago. Are you in so much trouble again so soon?"

"But, Aunt Legna, you are my Siddah. You can tell her not to spank me."

"Daniel, it is because I am your Siddah that I should encourage your mum to discipline you. When it comes time for your Siddah to foster you, she will be very strict with you. I promise you, dearest heart, that I will be a very stern teacher. And my first lesson to you is that you must face up to the ramifications of your mistakes. All good men do."

"But I am not a man. I am a little boy. I am only six years old."

"True," Legna acquiesced with a nod, "you are just a boy. But how often have you told me that you wish to be a man as brave and strong as your uncle? You claim that one day you will be King of all Demons, like your uncle Noah. Correct?" She waited for his reluctant nod. "Now, what kind of King would you be if you cowered away from your own wrongdoings?"

"I don't suppose I would be a very good one," Daniel said, lowering his huge blue eyes to the floor so his aunt could not see the tears in them that matched the quaver of his voice. "But I did not mean to be a naughty child on purpose."

Legna sighed once more, taking pity on her precocious nephew.

"I know that. I truly believe that you wish to be a good child in your heart."

"One can only hope that my son will learn to follow his heart one day," came a dry observation from the entrance of the arboretum.

Legna stood up to her full height, smiling at her sister Hannah as the other woman moved into the room to scoop her errant youngster from the floor, setting him high on her shoulder.

"For now, though, as long as he insists on giving in to mischievous impulses, such as hiding under the Great Council table during session, he must take his punishment."

"Oh, Daniel, you didn't." Legna tsked at the child, making his chubby cheeks turn a brilliant scarlet color.

"I didn't mean to. I was just playing hide and seek with Uncle Noah."

"Yes, well, next time perhaps you ought to begin the game by actually informing your uncle he is part of it instead of having him find out the hard way, eh? For now, it is home and to bed with you, where you will think about your behavior until your father returns. Then you will discuss the matter with him, because it is clear that my discussions with you have no effect." Hannah set her child onto his feet and gave him a light whack on the bottom to propel him in the right direction. "Off with you. Find your li-li-ni and travel home." Hannah reached out with her powerful senses for a moment, searching for the location of the child's nanny. "She is in the nursery with your sisters. Perhaps if you are in bed and quiet by the time I come home, I will rethink telling your father how naughty you have been."

"Yes, Mummy," Daniel promised, his head and voice as low and contrite as a young boy could possibly manage. He shuffled out of the arboretum, casting his aunt one last pleading look before he meandered across the Great Hall, clearly hoping to put off his confinement for as long as possible.

"Daniel, I have seen snails move faster," Hannah scolded, having not even turned around and still knowing what her progeny was attempting to do.

Hannah's mothering instincts were a marvel to Legna. Her sister's seemingly unending patience was even more of a miracle considering Daniel was the second youngest of six siblings. Hannah and Legna waited until Daniel had gone up the main stairs to their brother's castle, well on his way to finding his li-li-ni, before exchanging amused looks.

"He is quite a handful, my sister," Legna remarked, laughing softly as she turned back to the small bonsai tree she had been pruning so patiently. "I hope you plan to wait some time before adding to your brood as you repeatedly insist on doing. I do not think I could be Siddah to any more of your children."

"I would never do such a thing, sister." Hannah laughed in return. "I fear that Daniel and Eve will be quite enough for you to manage in the coming century. Take solace in the fact that they are a good seven years apart in age. Also, Noah is Siddah as well to them both. You will not be alone in their training. No one is."

"That will make it easier, provided I am still under our brother's roof when the time comes for you to foster them to us."

That got Hannah's attention, and the tall woman, her black sheet of hair with its red highlights so much like their brother's, went to touch her sister's shoulder.

"Legna, are you trying to tell me you are considering leaving our brother's household? Are you unhappy here?"

"Unhappy? Noah is King, most revered of all Demons, as well as one of the most powerful Fire Demons in all our history. You know well enough that in spite of the volatility of his root element, he is most loving and attentive, his power and responsibility making him incredibly sensitive to the needs of those around him. I am busy here, as both his chatelaine and an invaluable diplomat of his court. I could never be unhappy under my brother's roof."

"Very well, not unhappy, then. But perhaps ... wanting?" Hannah queried, touching her sister under the chin to encourage her to look into her eyes. "Legna, I may not be a Demon of the Mind and a great empath, as you are, but I know my sister well enough to know when her emotions are troubled."

"Truly, you are mistaken, Hannah," Legna insisted, leaving her sister's touch to concentrate once more on the plant she kept studying but had yet to prune since the conversation with her sibling had begun. "I lack for nothing here, and I have no tremendous desire to leave. But it will be five years, give or take, before Eve reaches the age of Fostering, and longer still before it is Daniel's turn. A great deal can occur even in that short span of time. I was only musing aloud. It is nothing for you to make a fuss over."

The indelicate sound Hannah made broadcast the likelihood of her believing her little sister's claims, but at that moment Noah entered the arboretum.

"Hannah, I swear to you if you do not take that little scoundrel of yours in hand, I will do it myself."

"Noah, please, you know Daniel does not mean any harm. He is just a boy," the mother argued for her child, waving off the matter as if it meant nothing to any of them, quickly forgetting that she had been just as perturbed with him.

"Hannah ..." Noah warned, his tone as close to scolding as he dared, knowing his sister, as a female Demon of Fire, had the temper to match his own.

Legna turned to glance from one sibling to the other, as usual wondering which of the two Demons who boasted connection with so hot-blooded an element would be the first to lose their temper, as they often did when they came head to head with one another. Luckily, Fire Demons were rare. Unluckily, it was quite volatile to have two in the same family.

It often fell to Legna, the empath and consummate diplomat, to discern who was getting hot under the proverbial and literal collar quickly enough to defuse the situation. Hannah and Noah dearly loved one another, but often the love was strongest when they were not too close to each other and definitely stronger when they were not arguing opposite sides in a contest of wills.

"Hannah, the boy may have heard things that will disturb him," Noah said, his tactic changing to a gentle warning that appealed to Hannah's strongest instinct, that of a mother.

"What is it, Noah?" Hannah asked quickly, her hand lifting to her throat, where she nervously tugged on the lovely ruby choker her husband had given her on their wedding night. She was not one to get rattled easily, but the habitual fingering of the jeweled choker was a dead giveaway that she was disturbed.

Each of the three Demons standing in the flourishing arboretum was well aware of the recent troubles that had begun to plague the Nightwalker races. Legna herself had become a victim of these happenings when she had been Summoned by four necromancers intent on stealing her powers and those of her fellow Demons for their own ends and uses. If not for Providence's divine intervention and the newly birthed skills of a befriended Druid, Legna would be dead. Or worse. Hannah's fear was well founded under these circumstances.

"There is no new news for you to feel threatened by at this time, Hannah, so do not fret overmuch. However," Noah continued, "we were discussing methods of dealing with necromancers should we encounter them in the future. I do not need to tell you that listening to the Enforcers and warriors debate the best tactics to rid us of this threat was not the thing for six-year-old ears."

"Yes, you are right, my brother. I am sorry. I will go to Daniel at once."

"Hannah." Noah took his sister's arm as she went to hurry past him, turning her gently to him so he could brush a fond finger down her cheek and kiss her forehead warmly. "I love my nephew, you know that. I am worried for him. I do not mean to be harsh."

"You are King, Noah. It is your duty to worry for us all. And I know that, at this time, it is a heavy burden. I will see to Daniel."

"And in the future, I will look under the Council table before we begin our meetings," Noah added, winking at her with humor so that she laughed. Hannah kissed her brother's cheek and then, with a sudden blurring of the lines of her statuesque figure, spun herself in a collection of smoke that promptly funneled out of the castle via an open space in one of the high stained glass windows of the Great Hall.

Noah turned to face his younger sister, arching one brow to a fairly smug height. Legna lifted a brow back at him, giving him a delicate smattering of applause.

"And I was afraid you would never learn the art of diplomacy," she remarked, her lips twitching with her humor. "It merely took you the entire two and a half centuries of my life. Longer, actually. You had a few centuries' head start."

"Funny how you seem to recall the fact that I am far older than you only when it suits your arguments, my sister," he taunted her, reaching to tug on her hair as he had been doing since her childhood.

"Well, I can say with all honesty that this is the first time I have ever seen you forgo a good argument with Hannah, opting for peace instead. I was beginning to wonder if you were my brother at all. Perhaps some imposter ..."

"Legna, be careful. You are speaking words of treason," he teased her, tugging her hair once more, making her turn around to swat at his hand.

"I don't know how you convinced the entire Council that you were mature enough to be King, Noah! You are such a child!" She twisted her body so he couldn't grab at her hair again. "And I swear, if you pull my hair once more like some sort of schoolyard bully, I am going to put you to sleep and shave you bald!"

Noah immediately raised his hands in acquiescence, laughing as Legna flushed in exasperation. For all her grace and ladylike ways, Noah's little sister was quite capable of making good on any threat she made.

"I mean really, Noah. You are just about seven hundred years old. One would think you could at least act like it."

"Legna, these past months I have been doing nothing but act my age. You are the only one who relieves that for me. It is my belief that we should never completely give up that part of us which is childlike, fun loving, and mischievous. And," he said, moving close enough to brush back a strand of hair that had become mussed by his abuse, his affection for her shining clearly in his eyes, "so long as you continue to keep me young at heart, I will never let you forget to stay that way as well, little sister."

Legna smiled softly at him, reaching to kiss his cheek warmly in a return show of tenderness and support. She had been teasing him, but she suddenly regretted it, knowing he had been heavily burdened for a very long time with the crying needs of their race. She would let him tease every last hair from her head if it gave him some peace and happiness to balance out his stresses and duties.

"You tell me this and other things like it on a daily basis, my brother." She paused long enough to take his hand from her face in order to wrap it between her own. "In fact, you have been most attentive for these past five months."

"There is no harm in a brother showing his beloved sister the measure of his affection," he countered, following her lead as she led him out of the misty greenhouse.

"True. And you have always been quite attentive to me over the years," she agreed. "However, Noah, since the Summoning-"

Noah stopped short, pulling his hand free of hers abruptly.

"I do not wish to discuss it." His voice dropped several dark octaves, a chill of rage lacing behind the low tones. "It is over. The monsters who dared to steal you from me are dead. You are safe and that is the end of the matter."

"Who is it you are thinking to protect by refusing to discuss this?" Legna confronted him suddenly, finally feeling as if she had dodged the topic for long enough. "Me? As you say, I am safe now, so what does it matter? Do you still think to hide behind Isabella, the one who saved me from becoming Transformed? We must protect Isabella. Isabella is a precious commodity. Isabella, the Enforcer, and her special Druid/human hybrid powers! Oh, let us not reveal how she saved me, or it will give others false hope, possibly put our Bella in danger." Legna's tone had gone way past sarcasm at this point, her gray-green eyes flashing with her frustration. "Noah, no one is here but you and me. No one! I want you to turn and look at me and talk to me about why you are avoiding this discussion when there is no one here but me."

"Legna." Noah paused, holding his silence while some sort of internal struggle went on behind the green and gray eyes that matched hers in expressivities as well as color. "Words will never satisfactorily describe the profundity of the loss I felt that day you dissolved into nothingness right before my eyes. I swore in that moment that if by some miracle I had you safe in my reach once more, I would never allow anything to put your existence in jeopardy ever again. If I do not discuss these things with you it is because I cannot bear to relive the pain of that moment, nor can I entertain the fear of it happening again without it paralyzing me." He finally looked up at her, meeting her wide eyes. "This family, as well as this kingdom, cannot function beneath a King paralyzed with fear and pain of such magnitude. I beg you to let this topic rest from now on, Magdelegna. If not for the safety of you and others involved, then for my peace of mind."

Legna remained still for a moment, her natural senses picking up on Noah's keen distress, her heart pounding in rhythm with the slightly panicked beating of his. His fear was palpable, and so alien. Noah was the bravest and most steadfast male she had ever known, and it shook her to sense the debilitating emotion from him. But what endangered her feelings more was the realization that he was keeping something from her.

In effect, it was like lying to her. Even if she had not been able to empathize with his feelings, the way his eyes dilated slightly, accompanied by the spike in his pulse and blood pressure, would have given him away. Add to it the fact that she very easily could feel a strong anxiety lying beneath his fear, and Legna was certain of her perception.


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