Fury of Isolation (Dragonfury Scotland Book 5) by Coreene Callahan

Author:Coreene Callahan [Callahan, Coreene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oliver Heber Books
Published: 2022-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

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Trapped inside the Emerald Room, Cate stared at the closed door. Solid wood. Honeyed antique patina. No cracks in the raised panels. As beautiful as the rest of the room, but right now, nothing but a barrier—one she must get through if she planned to stay sane tonight.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the unmade bed, she picked at her cuticles while contemplating her next move. Her gaze cut to the brass doorknob. First step? Get dressed. Second step? Check to see if the jerks had locked her in. She hadn’t heard the lock turn, but that meant nothing. Not with the amount of supernatural hoodoo humming inside the house.

Grabbing the top sheet, Cate dragged it with her as she left the bed. Her bare feet touched down on the oriental rug. She tiptoed around the end of the fourposter monstrosity. Why? No freaking clue. She was alone, at odd ends, about to go out of her mind if she didn’t find something to occupy her time until Rannock returned.

No eyes on her as far as she knew, but again… that meant nothing.

She didn’t know much about Shadow Walkers, but Rathbone and his brothers didn’t seem like the inattentive type.

Rannock hadn’t helped on the information front. More interested in making love to her than explaining, he’d skirted her questions about their hosts. Maybe he didn’t know. The more likely scenario was he didn’t want to scare her. A lovely gesture. She sighed. Her dragon had a heart of gold, even if his reasoning lacked a certain amount of logic.

Ignoring a problem never made it go away. Fear of the unknown only created more uncertainty. A truism, one she could attest to, given she’d been freaked out long before he left her in bed.

Being out of her element tended to do that to her. She liked routine, not the unexpected. A preference no doubt informed by the chaotic nature of her childhood. A shrink would say her father’s inability to provide a stable home contributed to her dislike of surprises.

Cate disregarded it all.

She’d survived. Period. No shame in the way she did it, but…

Maybe—just this once—she should embrace the notion of flexibility, given the fluidity of the situation. And the fact she had a pod packed full of explosives inside her head. Bad enough, but worse? Rannock was gone, heading into God-knew-what, to battle blind witches in a cauldron no doubt bubbling with venom.

Another round of fear shivered through her. Unease rose in its wake, making her imagination take flight. Worse-case scenarios kicked up, invading her already unhappy thoughts.

Clutching the sheet to her chest, Cate paused in gathering her clothes. She closed her eyes and sent another prayer heavenward. The tenth—or maybe the hundredth—since Rannock walked out the door, asking for his safe return. She didn’t care how he came back to her. All she wanted was to see him again. Hear his voice. Kiss his mouth. Hold him, feel his strong body against hers—forever. Into infinity.

Her hands started to shake.

The belt buckle on her jeans rattled.

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