Page 41 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“You brought a human here. That was egregious enough,” she spat, spittle flying everywhere as her control began to fray almost immediately. “But to defile our blood by mixing it with hers? Are you insane, brother? What were you thinking?”

“This has nothing to do with you, Jaklin,” I growled. “You’re making an absolute fool of yourself. You’re completely unhinged. If Mom and Dad were around to see this, they would be beyond disappointed in you.”

“Dad was War Party through and through,” she shot back. “He would die from a heart attack if he knew you had bred this pathetic thing.”

My snarl rattled the tiles of the drop-down ceiling to the point we were showered in minute dust particles.

“That is enough,” I said.

PROTECT.

My dragon was losing its mind at the threat to Elanya. It hated the idea it was one of our blood putting her in danger, but the bestial part of me had no doubts as to who or what Elanya was. Or the importance of what she was carrying in her belly.

MATE. PROTECT.

The urge to resort to violence grew with every passing second. My struggle to retain composure was a battle I was slowly losing. If I couldn’t get Jaklin to back down, and soon, things would get out of hand. Fast.

“Damon.”

A soft hand dug its dainty fingers into my shoulder, but it had to be like trying to massage rock.

“Look at you,” my sister sneered. “Already caving to your little human whore.”

I stepped forward, Elanya’s hand falling from my shoulder. “One more word,” I said icily, “and you’ll regret it.”

“I’m your kin. We’re of the blood,” Jaklin said confidently.

Baring my teeth, I leaned forward. “And if you think for even a second I would let that stop me from protecting my mate and child, then you’re an idiot.”

She reared back. “What did you say?”

I just stared her down, nostrils flaring, my fury matching her rage beat for beat as I embraced my dragon and its claim on the woman behind me.

“You’re even further gone than I thought,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Jaklin, you’ve lost your sanity,” I said bluntly, holding in the ache in my chest.

There was no coming back. No mending the tear between us. I could see it clearly in the whites of her eyes, the unending hatred she held close to her soul. The breaking point had come swiftly, catching me by surprise, but there was no doubting it.

“Get out of my school.”

I could see the same realization on her face.

“Gladly,” I said, gesturing without looking for Elanya to precede me to the exit.

I backed away until I was sure I’d have enough time to react if Jaklin tried something stupid.

Hurrying after Elanya out the doors, I held back the pain at having lost my sister. It was not the time to grieve for that wound. I would do that later. When I was alone.

“I’m sorry you had to do that,” Elanya said as we walked swiftly across the grass until were far enough for me to shift.

“Me, too,” I said, focusing on my dragon, letting it flow through me and into the shift.

Me, too.

Elanya scrambled up my wing, seating herself against the base of my neck and holding on tight as I leaped into the sky, my wings quickly lifting us aloft and out of reach of my insane sister.

Neither of us spoke at first. The only sound was the whoosh of my wings as they beat against the air, keeping us aloft with steady precision as I got lost in my thoughts.

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