Page 15 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“What?” I tilted my head. “If it doesn’t matter, then why am I still here? Let me go!”

“Soon,” he said.

My mouth fell open, but just as fast, it clicked shut. The look on Anderson’s face was one of smug victory. Not of defeat or resignation.

“I get the feeling you’re not just ‘letting me go’, are you?” I asked softly, dread tightening my stomach, threatening a return of the stomach-emptying nausea from earlier.

“Not at all,” he said with soft malice in every syllable.

“Just spit it out already,” I snapped. “I’m getting tired of playing twenty questions. What are you doing to me?”

“Giving you exactly what you wanted, as a matter of fact,” he said. “And it’s all part of the peace terms. It’s great. We get rid of you, and we get to punish you while fulfilling the terms of the ceasefire. Three birds, one stone. It really is quite fantastic, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” My mouth had gone dry.

“The dragons have agreed to not push any further attacks on us,” Anderson said. “As long as we pay them.”

“I don’t have any gold,” I said, confused. “How does that fit?”

“They don’t want gold,” he cackled. “They want women.”

I staggered backward as the implication of what he’d said hit home.

“You’re talking about me,” I whispered. “Aren’t you? You’re sending me as part of your peace terms. You’re going to sacrifice me.”

“If it saves the lives of true patriots, then I don’t see the issue with it, do you?” Anderson joked. “We get rid of a traitor to humanity, and we get to save innocents while doing so. You should embrace this. It’s basically what you were doing before you killed someone. Except instead of meals and blankets, you’re giving yourself to save others. Very noble, Miss Davis. Very noble.”

“No.”

Anderson shook his head. “You either continue to serve time, or you can ‘volunteer’ to go to the dragons.”

“I’m not going to volunteer to be some sort of ritual sacrifice,” I said coldly.

“Sacrifice? Oh, no, you misunderstand,” he said laughing. “They don’t want sacrifices. They want mates. No, you’re volunteering to go fuck a dragon.”

“Fuck a dragon?” I frowned. “What the hell does that mean? Not that it matters. I’ll pick jail.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, Miss Davis,” he said, stepping back from the opening.

“You are?”

“Yes. It really is brave of you to volunteer yourself like this. A selfless act, really. The service to your nation will be remembered, I assure you.”

“What? But I said—”

At a snap of his fingers, the other two agents rushed into my cell.

“No!” I shouted. “Get off me! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to. Get your hands off me! Let me go!”

But the agents weren’t listening. Their grips were too strong.

My screams echoed down the hallway as they dragged me to my destiny with the dragons.

Chapter Nine

Damon

“She’s gone too far this time. Bringing humans to our home? She’s going to destroy us.”

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