An Accident Waiting to Dragon by Abigail Owen

Author:Abigail Owen [Owen, Abigail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Violet Publishing LLC

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Asher

Asher just couldn’t get a blasted break on this mission. Or with Gwen.

He sat on Gwen’s rock at the edge of the pond, shirt off, with her behind him.

Mostly her fingers flitting over his flesh felt…good. Too good. Her touch was the same as the way she moved—pure sensual grace. Every single one of the grunts he hadn’t managed to swallow down had nothing to do with pain. Because he felt no pain. Not even a twinge.

Which explained why he’d had no idea about the poison.

She clicked her tongue. “What about here?”

“Where?”

A small beat of silence, then, “You can’t feel this?”

“No.”

“That’s not good.”

“Gwen, so help me gods⁠—”

“I think the poison is numbing you,” she rushed to explain. “There’s a wound that’s black and blue…mostly black…the size of your fist here.” She drew a circle, and must’ve gone outside the boundary of the wound, because that he definitely felt.

Asher didn’t quite contain another groan and she pulled her hand away sharply.

“Did I hurt you?”

What a question. Asher gritted his teeth. “No.”

“Um…okay. Good.” She paused, then leaned in closer, inspecting his wound, and his dragon curled up inside him at her nearness.

Then the warmth of her breath feathered across his skin. Fuck. He couldn’t do this. “I’ll be fine.” He nodded toward the dark clouds looming closer that he’d been keeping an eye on. “We need to move soon.”

“Oh my gods,” she cut him off. “There’s a barb in the wound.”

Godsdamn that wraith. “Pull it out.”

“What if that makes it worse?”

“Just do it—” A grunt tore from him as a shaft of pain, like taking a dragon’s barbed tail to the side, stabbed through his back, then radiated outward and up his spine to the base of his skull.

Behind him, Gwen hissed, and he spun around on the rock, thinking she’d pricked herself on the barb, only to find her holding up a nasty looking, curved spike of inky black.

That thing had been in him? The wraith must’ve managed to slip it under one of his scales when they’d been locked in battle midair.

Days.

It had been in him almost two days. Might even explain why he was healing so slowly. Either way, that couldn’t be good.

“How bad is it?” he asked.

In answer, Gwen’s gaze skittered away from his, the corners of her mouth turning down.

“Gwen?” he prompted.

“I don’t want to freak you out, Ash.”

He tried very, very hard not to tense at the old nickname. Not to pull her across his lap. She probably didn’t even realize she’d called him that.

“That bad?” he tried to tease. It came out too serious. He was rusty with teasing.

“Not funny,” she muttered, then shoved at his uninjured shoulder to turn him back around. “Whatever that was coated in, it’s now in your tissue and blood.”

That wiped all attempts at teasing right out of him. “I guess it is that bad,” he muttered.

“Worse.” She sighed. “I assume you’ve seen a wound with sepsis?”

“Yeah, but not in dragons.”

“I don’t think it’s that. I’m pretty sure I was right the first time, and it’s poisoned.

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