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“I don’t need you to tell me about my mate.”
“Sure you do, because you’re only interested in yourself. You don’t know Gerard, and you’re not interested in getting to know him. You have an agenda, lady, and it’s obvious. Are you working for Patrick Sevelle?”
“You expect me to say I don’t know him, don’t you? Well, too bad. I keep myself informed, especially when it comes to my people. My people, not yours.”
Lachelle dug her nails into her palms to keep from smacking Kelly’s face.
“I admire some of Sevelle’s ideas, especially those that agree with mine. He feels that the shifters should work together with the humans and find peace.”
“Oh really? And what does that peace look like?”
Kelly rolled her eyes. “It’s complicated.”
“Did you tell the humans we were coming?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Whether you believe me or not is not my concern. I have to get moving. I don’t want to see Declan in prison or killed. Do you?”
Lachelle couldn’t easily gauge whether there were enough shifters to stand against the humans. And she had no clue if their scales could protect them from heavy artillery. The last thing she wanted was for ordinary people to get hurt, and that might happen in this conflict.
“Slide over. I’m going with you,” Lachelle told Kelly.
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m going.”
“Wait, miss,” the guard called when Lachelle forced her way into the car.
She leaned out and grabbed the door handle. “Tell my sister and parents that I’ve gone to help with the search and to try to bring peace to this mess. Tell them not to worry. Thanks.”
He protested, but she slammed the door in his face and ordered the driver to get moving. As they left her parents’ house, she sat back against the seat, questioning her sanity. Hadn’t she just left Gerard to Kelly and come back to the city? So what did she think she was doing joining her rival for his affections in a crazy effort to find him?
She looked over at Kelly, who sat seething with one leg folded gracefully over the other. Today, she wore a form-fitting white leather dress and high-heeled white open-toed shoes. She looked amazing while Lachelle felt frumpy in a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt and sandals.
To distract herself, she decided to question the woman again and hope to get info out of her. “Why can’t you fly or smell or anything?”
Kelly frowned. “I beg your pardon?”
“You can’t, can you?”
“For your information, I was injured during the war.”
“That sounds so weird coming from your lips. So why didn’t you heal? All dragon shifters have fast healing abilities.”
Of course Lachelle knew from Declan and Gerard’s experience, emotional damage could slow and even halt the healing process. She wanted to know what Kelly would say about it.
“I have lived among humans as a human for many years. I’m used to doing things their way. Plus, I respect and love humans. Two of them were my family, the only ones who cared for me. But you want me to show off wings to soothe your conscience.”
“Dramatic much? It sounds to me like your loyalty is more toward the humans. Let me guess. You told the humans when we would arrive. You told them about Bannon and that he was half human. You suggested they take him as a way to bring Declan in line.”
Kelly didn’t say a word.
“But you miscalculated.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
