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He reaches forward, curling my hair around his finger. “When are you going to get it, Lonnie?” He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’ll always save you.”
The bed beneath me shakes and I moan, swiping the dribble from my mouth as I scrub the sleep from my eyes. I almost slide sideways when I remember I’m riding an actual fucking dragon.
A dragon!
Shoving upward slightly, I peek a look over the side to see the outline of an island. I can’t make out much right now, but the rugged edges of the cliff and sand clouds hovering above have me ducking my face into the collar of my shirt to filter out the particles. The dragon beneath me tilts forward to slightly nosedive toward what looks to be an island, and the closer we get, the more I realize what this place might be. I’ve read the Book of Nightmares more times than I can count trying to find a way to feel connected to the world I didn’t grow up in, and I’m pretty sure this is the island it speaks of.
The tips of mountains get larger the closer we get, the concrete buildings, and worn huts hanging from trees. The dragon takes a hard right, before soaring down. The wind whips me across my forehead before he lands on the ground with a loud thud.
I swing my legs over the side, my feet hitting dust. Behind us, the cliff drops off into nothing but a bed of fog, and when I poke my head around his giant body, I see the entrance of a cave. It’s jump off the edge or walk through darkness. Fuck, I think it is the place I’ve read about.
Running my hand up the long side of the dragon, my hands bumping over the mountains of scales, I reach his face, touching the side of his chin. He moves into my embrace, his eyes closing slightly as he huffs.
“Thank you.”
His head dips slightly, before he gestures toward the entrance of the cave. I look between him and the dark hole. “Really?”
A low sound vibrates from his belly as his feet patter.Yes.
Shit.Am I really going to trust this dragon? But even as the question enters my mind, it’s not long before it exists, because yes. Yes, I am going to trust him.
* * *
Knight
There were two things I was absolutely sure of the second I met London Crow. One, she was fucking crazy, and two? I wanted to make her hurt just so I could lick her wounds better and leave the residue of my poison laced within her blood. I wanted her towantme. Toneedme. In true London Crow fashion, she fought the mating bond at every fucking chance she got. She was wild and untamable. That’s what I admired most about her. Figures. Of course, the fates would put someone like her as my mate because any different and I’d be bored.
They knew what I needed.
They didn’t test me.
They fucking blessed me with a beautiful curse that is London Fucking Crow.
I step closer to Alex, tilting my head to study her. I knew it was her. There was no one else stupid enough to do it. She’d let her jealousy cloud her judgment, signing her fucking death warrant.
She lost us all the minute London came around. Our time and energy were no longer free to fuck the royal cock-hungry Ordinary.
“Knight, please, I thought you denounced the bond!” She pulls on the ties around her wrists. I feel Legend step up behind me.
“Everyone get out.”
Legend pauses. I turn my head slightly over my shoulder. “Now.”
I wait until I hear the door close, and the silence falls around us. Unbuttoning my shirt, I make my way to the dresser in the corner of the room. “Do you know whose room this is, Alex?”
The fact that I’d put my cock in this mudslide itches the back of my head. An itch only a six-inch blade can scratch. When she doesn’t answer, I raise my brows. “Hmmm? Don’t go quiet now...” The chair she’s tied to scrapes across the floor and I turn back to face her, shuffling out of my shirt. “We both know howloudyou tend to be...”
Her eyes fall over my chest, down to my abs and lower. I almost want to rip her fucking eyeballs out and feed them to her.
“I—I thought you would like that I did that, My Lord...”
I snicker, my heartbeat slowing the longer time goes on. Even without London anywhere near, I can still feel her presence, as if she stains the walls in every room she walks into. “I’m not your Lord…”
I close the distance between us, until my boot meets her bare foot. She tugs on the ties around her wrist, hard enough for Hellhounds Bite to sprinkle down to the floor in droplets of lava.
“Please… please don’t kill me.”
“It’s your fault she’s being hunted now.”
