The Spark of the Dragon's Heart: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Fantasy Romance (Harem of Fire Book 1) by Willa Hart

Author:Willa Hart [Hart, Willa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Help! Help me!”

Blood sprayed from the man’s mouth when he called out to us. Once my brain managed to process what my eyes were seeing, I realized the poor guy’s face had been beaten to a pulp, and probably the rest of him too. A trail of droplets stained the snow red as he hobbled across the short expanse separating us.

Danic was the first to react. Neither of us needed special powers to sense danger, and he moved in front of me. It seemed silly to protect me from an old man who’d just had the shit kicked out of him, but I appreciated that he was protective of me.

Then the real danger emerged. A big, burly dude dressed in worn jeans and a cheap bomber jacket bolted from the front door of the house. He paused for less than two seconds when he saw he had an audience, clenching his blood-covered fists. In that brief moment, he turned his gaze on me and hatefire burned so brightly in his yellow-flashing eyes I thought I might be incinerated.

It wasn’t until his gaze shot back to the old man — presumably Archibald Thrush — and he bolted after him that I recognized him. The last time I’d seen him, only the dim light from nearby apartments had illuminated his ugly mug, but the way he moved was unmistakable.

“That’s the guy who attacked Crystal,” I cried, pointing at the man, as if I could have been talking about anyone else.

Danic didn’t hesitate. Almost before the words were out of my mouth, he darted forward, running at the same breakneck speed as the Romanian dragon. Danic sprinted past Archibald and leaped into the air just as the Romanian did the same. Their bodies collided mid-air and sounded a bit like an explosion. Two unstoppable forces meeting each other head-on.

I rushed to Archibald and helped him to the other side of the SUV, settling him against the front tire. His face looked like hamburger, the injuries fresh enough they hadn’t even started to bruise. Not that purple would have shown through the blood cascading down his face from the top of his head. I quickly checked his scalp laceration, but I couldn’t see bone. I hoped it was simply one of those wounds that looked far worse than it was.

“Ver ees eet?” the Romanian bellowed in his heavy Eastern European accent. Where is it? Whatever “it” was, he was hell-bent on getting it.

Archibald flinched and buried his face in his hands. I’d met enough dragons in my time working with Max to know they weren’t normally a fearful bunch. When he wiped some blood from his face, I realized just how old he was. Or looked, at least. He appeared to be even older than Max, which seemed impossible. He was thin and on the frail side. Even if he somehow managed to shift into his dragon form, the Romanian would have followed suit and still been stronger, not to mention faster.

The unmistakable sound of a fist meeting bone reached me and I peeked over the hood of the SUV.

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