The Lost Dragon~Bad Alpha Dads by Debbie Herbert

Author:Debbie Herbert [Herbert, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Who are you?” Daphne stared Tansy down while edging her way to the door, keeping her back to the wall.

Tansy could hardly blame the girl for the mistrust after what she’d been through today.

“A friend of your Dad’s.”

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“We were friends a long time ago. He hired me to find you. I have certain . . . skills.”

“Yeah?” Daphne cocked her head to the side, regarding her skeptically. “Like what?”

“Finding missing people,” Tansy hedged. “I’ve helped police with numerous cases over the years.”

“Are you like a detective?”

“Not at all.” Goddess forbid. Unless you categorized her as a psychic detective that operated in the metaphysical realm. A reluctant tugging curled the edges of her mouth. Most of the cops she’d worked with came to her as a last resort, and even when she helped solve a case, they attributed it to luck or something “strange” that they didn’t want to analyze too closely.

“Then what are you?”

Tansy sighed, worried her answer would frighten Daphne even more, although her sister Ruby had taken it all in stride. “I’m a witch with a certain talent for locating lost objects and people.”

Daphne flattened out even more against the wall and glanced out the door.

“I’m perfectly harmless,” she assured the girl.

Headlights strobed through the cabin. Icy pricks of dread scurried like a nest of spiders down Tansy’s back and arms.

Daphne cried out and tugged at her shorn locks. “They're here for me. We’re trapped.”

“Your dad called security for backup. It must be them. Get behind me.” Drake had placed responsibility for his daughter’s life in her hands. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let him down.

As the black sedan roared its way right to the cabin door and screeched to an abrupt halt, dread intensified to fear. It’s just Drake’s people. Still, she drew the gun as a precaution.

Daphne’s gaze whipped from the gun to Tansy’s face. “What are you doing? I thought you said—”

“Can’t be too safe,” she cautioned, stepping in front of the girl.

Charles Stanley, and another man she recognized from earlier this morning, exited the sedan. The set of Charles’ face was grim, his eyes fierce. An evil miasma emanated from the man’s soul, this time Tansy was sure of it. It clawed at her throat, thick as smoke. All pretense and control had vanished from the man’s aura, stripped raw to reveal his true character.

“Charlie!” Daphne broke into a smile and skirted around Tansy.

“No. Stop!” She tried to clutch Daphne’s arm, but Daphne was too fast. Already, the girl was halfway across the porch, eager to run to a familiar face.

Go deep within and find wisdom. The years of witchcraft training—of learning to slightly manipulate time and space, of standing courageous and accessing her own power—Tansy called on everything she’d studied and practiced. Time slowed to a series of still frames, a slow drip of sensations.

One. Charles’ accomplice leveled a gun straight at Tansy’s chest, his trigger finger drawing back.

Two. A wolfish grin split Charles’ face as he opened his arms for Daphne.

Three. From the back of the cabin, an anguished rumble of noise erupted.

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