How to Dare a Dragon (The Beasts of Big Easy Book 2) by Sheryl Quinn

Author:Sheryl Quinn [Quinn, Sheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Molly met us at the door when we finally made it home. Blaire hadn't stirred much at all. The goose egg at the back of her head was diminished in size. There was some color back in her cheeks and whatever Clara had done to her had cleaned up her appearance. The swollen eye was mostly normal size now and there was no more blood on her face.

Still, Molly gasped as she saw her friend and held the door open wide so we could all pass through. "There's a bed upstairs with clean linens on it. I made sure to wash and change everything."

"Thank you," I growled. "But she's going home with me tonight."

Molly's eyebrows rose to her hairline, but she didn't argue with me. Theo had been unreasonable most of the time their bond was forming. I didn't think I was quite as bad, but Molly quietly stepped out of my way and allowed me to stalk past her without saying a word.

As soon as I was upstairs, I laid Blaire on the bed and took off her boots. She was already a small woman, but now that she wasn't running her mouth on a constant basis, she looked even smaller. When she was herself, she seemed six feet tall. Now she seemed diminished almost. Power still beat against my skin when I stood near her, but it was quiet. Worried almost.

I brushed her hair back from her face and pulled a seat up at the head of the bed. I knew she was going to be okay, but she'd scared me to death today. I wanted to hold her close and not let anything or anyone touch her.

Keep her, the dragon said to me. She is a prize.

She's also human, I told him. She will chafe at restraints, no matter how silken they might be.

The dragon harrumphed at me. It is for her own good.

I want her to love me. She will hate me if I stifle her. I knew it like I knew my own name. Blaire wasn't the kind of woman to be handled with kid gloves. When she woke up, we'd talk. I wanted to know why that woman was attacking her and what she planned to do about it.

Voices from downstairs alerted me that Cal and Tanner were back. I gave her a last look before I headed downstairs.

Cal held the other witch in his arms, a look of distaste on his features. We still had several hours before we opened, so we could keep her here for a while.

"Restrain her," I said to Tanner and Cal. "I'll wake her up when she can't get free." I glanced at her dark features and realized she was Native American. "Gag her so she can't speak and make sure she can't use her fingers to make any gestures. I had no idea what the witch was capable of and wasn't in the mood to find out. I had no idea how I'd get her to communicate if she was gagged, but we were creative.

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