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long ago and, although he may lose his position once the war was over, his loyalties would always stand true.
    After Ramiro had also agreed, Neo stepped back. “This is a depiction of the battle between Uranus and Cronus .”
    Gunnar wasn’t sure what he was supposed to see. It was Ramiro who commented. “Just before his balls were lopped off, I gather.”
    Neo chuckled. “Yes.” Neo moved over several rows before opening another drawer. “Now this one is of Morwyn’s war with Nialo and the dragons. Notice anything?”
    Gunnar reached out to touch the ancient canvas but quickly pulled his hand back. “The sword. It’s the same.”
    “Yes. And according to history, the sword was never far from Morwyn’s side. It’s the same weapon he used to separate himself from Nialo .” Neo pointed towards the canvas. “I believe Morwyn’s looking for that sword. I think it’s the reason he’s assembling an army.”
    There was something in the way Neo said it that prompted a shiver to race up Gunnar’s spine. A warm hand on his lower back told Gunnar that Ramiro sensed his unease. “Do you know where the sword is?”
    “Hanging in a heavily-warded case over the fireplace in King Kildare’s bedroom,” Ramiro supplied.
    Gunnar span around and stared into Ramiro’s dark eyes, a spark of jealousy rising within him. Gods, he could easily get lost in those dark chocolate depths. He managed to find his voice, despite his body’s reaction to the nearness of the vampire. “Why does he have it?”
    “I don’t know,” Ramiro said, his focus on Gunnar’s lips.
    Dammit ! Gunnar’s cock hardened before he could turn away.
    “Would you ask him?” Neo asked.
    Ramiro glanced over Gunnar’s shoulder at Neo. “Would you like me to set up a meeting?”
    “Tomorrow evening, seven o’ clock. I’ll make sure Spiro’s there as well.” Neo shut the drawers before turning off the lamp. “We’re running out of time. With each day, Juniper’s army grows in size and strength.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Just before dawn, Ramiro knocked on Ian’s bedchamber door from his adjoining room. He was taking a risk by seeking audience with Ian at this time of the morning. Not only did Ian have a tendency to become crabby when he was forced to leave his playmates for a day of sleep, but he more than likely had a donor in his room for an early morning snack before bed.
    When the door opened almost immediately, it was a surprise. “Come in,” Ian beckoned.
    Ramiro followed the totally nude King into his extravagant quarters. The sight of his firm ass didn’t hold the appeal it once had for Ramiro, but it was still quite a work of art. He glanced towards the large fireplace, making sure it was, in fact, the same sword seen in the portraits.
    Ian sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. He lifted his splayed legs and rested his heels on the sofa cushions, proudly exposing his hole to Ramiro’s eyes. “What can I do for you?” he asked, his fingers circling the seldom-fucked pucker.
    The erotic scene in front of him was almost more than Ramiro could ignore. For centuries Ian had played with Ramiro’s affections, pulling him into bed before unceremoniously kicking him out again. It seemed Ian was in the mood to be taken, something he didn’t allow anyone but Ramiro to do.
    Before falling for Gunnar, Ramiro would’ve jumped at the chance to bury his cock in the King’s ass again, but it no longer felt right. However, because of Ian’s position, declining the apparent offer would mean the end of his career. Perhaps if he riled the King, Ian’s attention would focus elsewhere. “Neo would like a meeting with you. He wants to discuss how you came about acquiring Morwyn’s sword.”
    Ian jumped off the sofa and went to stand between Ramiro and the fireplace. “It’s not Morwyn’s sword! It belonged to Faelan . Morwyn stole it from him, and Faelan got it back when Morwyn was sentenced for his crimes.”
    Ramiro rubbed the back of his