Page 13 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

I lifted my eyebrows. “You know my name?”

“I know everything I need to know about you,” he said, tapping a finger idly on the windowsill. “Didn’t I already say that?”

The false politeness of earlier had disappeared, replaced with a hardness that all but ordered me to yield to it.

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking around. “Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? I’ve made this run dozens of times before.”

“I know you have. But you’ve never been wanted for murder and treason before either,” he said callously, the finger abruptly ceasing its tapping on the door.

“Treason?” I gasped, stunned.

Too late I realized my mistake.

The agent snorted. “Most people would probably focus on the murder aspect first, don’t you think? Unless, of course, they already knew about it. Get out of the car, Miss Davis.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t understand. You must have the wrong person.”

“Are you Elanya Marie Davis, employee of Blue Star First Aid Emergency Response? Current living residence 235 Cranlon Street? Phone number—”

“Okay, okay,” I said, shaking my head. “You proved your point. You know all about me.”

“Out of the car. Now.”

I started to undo my seatbelt, then hesitated. “Who are you?”

A government ID appeared in my face almost before I’d finished talking.

Edward Anderson

Department of Homeland Security

Inspector

I swallowed nervously but did as I was told and got out of the car. Almost immediately, one of the other suited agents had me in cuffs with my hands behind my back.

“I didn’t kill anyone,” I said. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about regarding treason.”

“We have reason to believe you’re conspiring with the dragons,” Anderson said.

“What?!” I yelped. “That’s insane. Have you seen what those bastards are up to in there? Because I have. I know the suffering their war has caused. Why the hell would I want to help one of them?”

“I’m not sure,” Anderson admitted as I was led to one of the black SUVs while an agent got into mine and moved it out of the way. “But we intend to find out.”

“I’m not in league with them,” I spat furiously, insulted they would even suggest such a thing.

“Really?” Anderson sneered as I was shoved into the back seat none-too-gently. “Then why were you trying to escape back to them?”

My mouth hung open. That wasn’t at all what I’d been trying to do.

But that was exactly what it would look like to someone who suspected I was in league with them.

“Enjoy jail, Miss Davis. You’re going to be in it for a long, long time,” Anderson said and slammed the door in my face.

Chapter Eight

Elanya

“Th’fuck is wrong with you?”

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