Touch of a Dragon by Kim Knox

Author:Kim Knox [Knox, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Kim Knox
Published: 2018-06-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I stared up at him and found the familiar bleak expression. Centuries. He’d survived being shot, used magic I’d never read about...but his incredible age had me stunned. “How many?” My voice was no more than a croak. “How old are you, Blake?”

Muscles hardened in his jaw. “Older than I look.”

“He won't tell you,” Clair said, absently batting one of the weapons from her hair. “Four hundred years old, at least.”

I blinked. “Four...?” I swallowed. “That's impossible.”

“Initially, it was thought he was cloning.” Clair’s sharp, pale gaze inspected Blake, her head tilted. “But that has now been ruled out. So we have to believe he is the same man with whom the Council has been dealing for so long.”

The door closed, and the lift started to descend.

I almost grabbed at Blake’s arm at the sudden lurch of the metal box, but I fought that need and shifted my feet, my body to keep my balance. “So what am I doing here?”

Clair smiled and said nothing.

I sucked in a deep breath and forced myself to remain calm. Demanding answers wouldn’t get me anywhere. A leather-armoured arm and the stock of a gun now pressed against my back. It certainly wouldn’t get me out of the testosterone-packed lift. Yes, arguing with Clair Musgrove was not an option.

I’d had no interest in tech. Hell, it stabbed down to the bone to be near it, so the secrets that shrouded the Council chambers had never interested me.

I stared up at the slow roll of numbers on the monitor over the doors. It’d already scrolled into double figures. How far down were we going? I winced. How deep was this place?

With a thunk, the lift stopped. Floor eighteen. The doors slid back with a metallic whine and a long, brightly light tunnel stretched out before me, blank grey doors breaking into its white walls at regular intervals. The silent air smelled dry, stale. My heart squeezed. This did not look promising.

Clair pushed past me and strode down the corridor. Her heels clacked against the rough metal flooring. The officer with the weapon in my back pushed me forward, but Blake slid his hand over my spine, blocking the muzzle of the gun from digging into my flesh.

I shrugged myself free, pushing ahead of him into the long corridor. I didn’t need his help. And I was ignoring that burn under my skin, the imprint of Blake’s hand searing though the heavy layers of my clothes. I counted breaths, waiting for the flare of intense heat heralding the return of the wraith.

But…nothing. I ran a trembling hand through my drying hair. It was a relief. There was no telling how I would react to so much testosterone surrounding me right then.

“Stay focused.” Blake’s growl over my ear did little to help with that.

“Isn’t your job over now?” I waved my arm down the bright corridor. Clair had stopped at a blank door, one that matched all the others. “I have been delivered.”

“Oh, this is far from over, Leona.

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