Moonlight Dragon Collection: Urban Fantasy by Tricia Owens

Author:Tricia Owens
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Tricia Owens
Published: 2017-08-23T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Someone was waiting for us at Moonlight.

When I saw the silhouette, I told the car service driver to drop us off a half a block away. Vale tried to lead the way but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back so we approached together.

Had it been darker, I might have mistaken the man on the sidewalk for Vale. But there was enough starlight for me to see that this man was slightly broader across the shoulders and thicker in the waist. He wasn't quite a bruiser type, but he looked like he wouldn't shy from a physical confrontation. When I drew close enough to see his face, I was torn: he shared Vale's somber, dark-eyed look, the one that had hooked me when I'd seen Vale through the magick mirror. But Xaran differed from his brother in two significant ways: where Vale always seemed thoughtful and brooding, like a man wrestling with important decisions, Xaran appeared to be a man who had already made up his mind and was willing to fight to defend those opinions. He also shared the pale scar on his face that had adorned his gargoyle form. It was a battle scar or I'd eat my shoe.

"Don't say a word until we're inside, Xaran," Vale warned as soon as we were within earshot of him.

The other man nodded his head easily, as though he hadn't just been fighting his brother with tooth and claw, as if he'd simply come over for a chat.

Unnerved by the unpredictability of Xaran, I hurriedly entered the yard and lowered the wards. I snapped the lights on in the shop, though I kept the Open sign turned off and locked the door once both men were inside with me. Then I thought better of it. I reset the yard wards. No point leaving us open for someone to sneak up on us.

"No interruptions this way," I said as I regarded the two men who seemed to take up eighty percent of the breathing space within Moonlight.

I remained by the door while Xaran drifted toward the shelves. Vale stood midway between us, not quite blocking his brother's view of me but clearly ready to leap between us.

"What are you doing here?" Vale demanded. There was an edge to his voice I'd never heard from him before. Being without a brother or sister, I didn't fully appreciate all the nuances that could exist in a sibling relationship, but I was beginning to realize there were numerous strong undercurrents running between these two.

Xaran crossed his arms in a pose Vale had used often before. Xaran was dressed in a brown leather jacket with jeans and heavy leather boots. He looked like he'd just ridden up on a Harley. His hair was longer than Vale's, pulled back into a short ponytail at his nape with tendrils framing his strong face. I supposed he was sexy in a bad boy biker kind of way, but that just spelled trouble in my book. The bad

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