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“What do you want me to do?” August’s sister asked.
I still didn’t know her name.
“Take us to my house,” he said.
“What about Bash?”
I assumed Bash was her mate. Her mate was the only one they’d mentioned without giving a name yet.
“He’ll need to stay close until Jas and Eli get here.” August’s voice was low, and getting more gravelly by the moment. “We need to get out of the city now, Brynn. There are too many male eyes.”
Brynn must’ve been his sister’s name.
My gaze jerked away from his, and I looked around. I saw one guy in the coffee shop, watching us, but that was all. He looked too human to be Brynn’s mate.
“What’s going on?” a new, male voice asked. He sounded much more neutral than August.
The fire in my veins was getting hotter, though, making my mind cloudy and my face flush.
“Heat,” Brynn said. “Help me get them to your Hummer before someone starts recording this.”
“Don’t touch her.” August’s voice was savage, and a shiver rolled down my spine.
The flames running through me liked his violence.
“Don’t even look at the nice little human, okay, Bash?” Brynn was trying to force herself to stay cheerful. “Let’s not get in a demon and dragon fight in the middle of the city.
“Demons and dragons?” My voice rose.
Werewolves and vampires were common, as far as supernaturals went. I’d met werewolves and vampires before. I’d dated a vampire before.
But dragons and demons?
Not common.
Not at all.
“We can give you more information when we’re not standing in front of my coffee shop with a dragon who has literal fire in his eyes,” Brynn said.
She wrapped her hand around August’s arm, and tugged.
He used his grip on my waist to spin me around, then walked me forward. His front didn’t brush my back as we moved, but some twisted part of me wanted it to.
And at his touch, the warmth in my veins did fade a little.
I looked over at Brynn’s mate, Bash, while August walked me forward.
My eyes widened.
He was just as big, and gorgeous, as August.
He was tall and tan, with curly dark hair, and was wearing a pair of slacks with a white button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone.
A low growl rumbled in my ear. “Eyes off the demon if you want to avoid a fight, Fireball.”
I jerked my gaze to the road in front of us, and almost apologized. When I realized I had nothing to apologize for, I stayed quiet.
“Where are we going?” Bash asked.
