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Then he walked forward, casually sliding a knife off the kitchen counter as he went past, moving like a hunter stalking its prey.

I shivered as I saw a glimpse of Damon’s other side. The one I knew nothing about. I was just relieved it wasn’t directed at me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Damon

I prowled forward, moving silently, trying to figure out why my dragon was so suddenly on high alert, coiling tightly, almost protectively, ready to lash out.

True, I didn’t receive many visitors, but a knock on the front door was hardly unheard of either. Regardless, my fingers tightened around the handle of the knife. Something was off, and while I couldn’t pick up on it, my subconscious was all but screaming at me.

Danger!

“Who is it?” I called through the door, standing off to one side, just in case whoever was out there decided to kick it down.

“It’s me, Damon.”

Now, that was unexpected. Frowning, I switched the knife to my left hand, pulling it open and using the door to hide the weapon.

“What do you want?” I snapped, not bothering to hide my anger. “You shouldn’t be here, Jaklin.”

“We need to talk,” my sister said, ignoring my rather pointed desire for her to leave.

“No, we don’t,” I growled. “Unless you’re here to apologize and admit you were a huge cunt.”

Fire flared in her eyes.

“I thought not,” I said, starting to close the door. “Don’t come back unless you’re willing to make things right with Elanya. Got it?”

The door stopped in its tracks as Jaklin put a palm on it. “I can’t let you do this, brother,” she said frigidly. “You’re making a huge mistake.”

“Am I? Because it sure doesn’t feel like one.”

“I’m your blood. Surely, that must count for something?”

I stared at her. “Are you delusional? I’m not choosing her over you. In no way do you suffer because of this. All you have to do is not care. It’s really quite simple. Nothing we’re doing hurts you or otherwise negatively impacts your life. If you don’t want to be an aunt to your niece or nephew, then I’ll be sad, but I won’t force it on you. Stop acting like some sort of victim here because you aren’t!”

“You can’t go through with this,” she said, unfazed by my response. “The baby must not be allowed to be born. Surely even you can see it’s an abomination, brother? A mutant hybrid that will—”

“That will what?” I asked. “Just what are you so afraid of? You’re terrified of something that hasn’t even been born yet. Why?”

“I’m not scared,” she spat, her eyes as blue and cold as ice. Just like mine.

“Yes, you are,” I said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be trying to convince me to get rid of my child.”

“I don’t want to see my family be the ones to sully the purity of dragon blood,” she said. “We must keep it true.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? That’s your argument? Nobody gives a damn about ‘blood purity’ these days. Get over yourself.”

“You must not let the child be born,” Jaklin repeated. “Get rid of it, Damon. Before someone else takes the matter into their own hands.”

My dragon’s protective nature spiked at the threat in her words, and I gripped the knife tighter. The dragon scale edged blade would do what no steel could. I didn’t want to strike my sister, but if she attacked my mate, my unborn child, I would not hesitate to defend them. On that, my beast and I were in utter agreement.

“Are you threatening me? Because anyone who does that would regret it,” I whispered, letting the ominous threat of my abilities hang in the air between us.

“Not even one as vaunted as you can keep her entirely safe, brother, and you know it. This is a fool’s mission. There are many who feel as I do. Many who would be willing to do what it takes to keep humans from staining our people.”

There was something about her voice …

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