The Dragon's Vow (Silver Dragon Shifter Brothers Book 3) by Marie Johnston

Author:Marie Johnston [Johnston, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LE Publishing
Published: 2022-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Eight

Steel

I had just finished packing the last of my items to return to Minneapolis when my phone rang. I dropped onto the bed next to my bag and answered the number I didn’t recognize. “Hello?”

“Steel Silver?”

“Yeah?” I didn’t recognize the older woman on the other end. I knew everyone in town, but hearing them talk on the phone was a different experience.

“Can you—what I’m asking—” A loud, gusty sigh came over the line. “I was told to call you the next time my neighbors started arguing.”

The sinking sensation in my stomach was new. Usually, I was up and out the door, ready to do my job. I didn’t mind quiet and boring days in my line of work. If things got exciting, that too often meant someone I knew was getting hurt. I had never actively wanted to shirk my duties like I did now. But did the call have to come in minutes before I planned to leave town?

I scrubbed my face. Yes, otherwise Deacon would have to deal with it. “What’s going on with your neighbors?”

“She’s screaming—they argue all the time—but I heard glass breaking. My kids told me the next time I heard them arguing like that I should call you.”

“What’s the address?”

She rattled off the address to a place on the other side of Silver Lake from where my brother lived.

Leaving my duffel bag behind, I locked up and went out to my car. A flutter of anxiety curled through my blood. Ever since I’d been shot doing a check on the Garnet River ferals, I experienced more trepidation than usual. Dread mined into my bones. A natural byproduct of the trauma I had gone through, but annoying nonetheless.

I kicked the car into gear. I was a shifter, watching over a town full of shifters. I shouldn’t feel the need to wear a bulletproof vest, and especially not carry a handgun. Unless it was deer season, I didn’t want anything to do with guns. Shifters had stricter laws about turning guns on each other than humans did. Too many risks. The biggest one was turning into a dragon in front of human eyes. Bullet wounds didn’t make a shifter logical.

The little development I turned into had seven houses on lots that were two to eight acres big. Shifters had good hearing, but how loud was this couple screaming at each other if the little old lady could hear it?

I spotted the house that supposedly had the arguing couple. To the right, separated by a row of lilacs was the caller’s place. That house was just as quiet, but the woman would be prudent to keep her head low. As long as she didn’t tell anyone, no one would hear it from me she had reported the argument.

I parked in front of the place in question. Eerie silence had descended around the neighborhood. The screen door was closed on the house, but the main door hung open. The lingering smell of fury, terror, and anguish hung in the air.

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