You Slay Me by Katie MacAlister

Author:Katie MacAlister [MacAlister, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, General, Horror & Ghost Stories, Romance, Romance: Modern, Romance & Sagas, Fiction - Romance, Love stories, Occult fiction, Romance - Fantasy, Romance - General, Contemporary, Romantic suspense fiction, Occult, Occult & Supernatural, Supernatural, Dragons, Paris (France)
ISBN: 9780451411525
Publisher: Onyx Book
Published: 2004-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

"Did you do that?" Drake asked quietly, watching as the flames licked up the side of the building.

"No! It was Jim!"

"Me?" Jim gasped. "I did nothing of the sort."

Drake looked at me, his eyes almost black. "You ordered your demon to set fire to the Venediger's body?"

"It wasn't like that—it was an accident. I was thinking about your fire, and ... and ... I guess it got out of control."

Drake snapped an order, and the car backed into another driveway, turning around to leave the way we came. His lips pursed, Drake looked at me as if he was trying to figure me out. I lifted my chin, painful y aware that my arm was bleeding, my eyes were burning, and there were bits of broken branches in my hair. "If I get your passport back, wil you leave?"

"What?" I stopped wiping at a trickle of blood running down my upper arm to stare at him.

"If I get you your passport, wil you leave the country?" Drake pul ed a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped my arm where blood was beading up in a couple of spots.

"How can you get my passport back?"

He shot me a quel ing look. "I am the wyvern of the green dragons. It wouldn't be that hard."

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that whole thief thing for a moment."

"I believe it would be best for al if you were out of the country," he said, turning his attention to the scratches on my other arm. His touch was tentative and careful, as if he were handling an object of great value. "If you promise to leave Paris, I wil bring your passport to you."

I had to think about his offer for a minute. If al I truly wanted was to go back home, it might tempt me, but now there were other things to think about, things like honor and my pride and ... Oh, who am I trying to fool? Drake was one of the things, too, although I stil didn't know exactly what I wanted to do about him. "No. I wouldn't go home if you gave me my passport, not so long as Mme. Deauxvil e's murder is unsolved, and now the Venediger... Hey! How did you know he was dead? How did you know I found him? How did you know I was even there? OHMIGOD, you kil ed him, didn't you?"

"Kil him?" Drake snorted, tucking the bloody handkerchief back into his pocket. "Why would I kil him? I was working for him. With him dead, 1 won't get paid."

I don't know why, but Drake's admission was the very last thing I was expecting to hear. "You worked for him? You, a wyvern? What had he hired you to do?

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"I don't believe that's pertinent." Suddenly his eyes narrowed as he turned ful y to face me. "Why do you smel of gold?"

My mouth hung open a moment as I stared at him. "You can smel gold, real y smel it?"

"Yes." He leaned toward me, sniffing the air around me, his face coming to a halt in front of my bosom.

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