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Damon was suddenly there. He loomed over us both. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hand gripping Anderson’s wrist. He held it and the pistol in an unmoving grip.

“Are you threatening my mate?” he growled, smoke curling from his nose, blue-white flames filling his eyes.

Wings slowly sprouted from his back, spreading high and wide, blocking out the sunlight.

“Were you going to use her as a hostage?” he growled, a vision of death incarnate raging down on the helpless federal agent. “My mate?”

“Uh, I, um,” Anderson stammered.

“I will tell you this once and once only,” Damon said, his voice so deep my skin vibrated with every word. “I have killed none of your men. I will not kill you. Not this time. But if you so much as touch my mate or her family in any way, I will return. And I will make what I did to Charles Lekkohnen look like a day at the park. Do I make myself clear?”

Anderson nodded jerkily. “Yes. Of course.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to kill anyone else. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, you understand,” he snarled, sticking his face right into Andersons. “We’re at peace. This is a good thing. But I will know if you don’t keep your word. And I will come. For you and your family.”

Then he pried Anderson’s fingers from my ponytail before plucking the weapon from his grasp and tossing it away.

“Also,” Damon growled, pulling me into his side, one arm around me protectively. “This is for threatening her.”

He twisted his arm, shattering Anderson’s wrist and probably forearm. The agent screamed.

“Say goodbye,” Damon told me, the cold killer personality fading away. “We should be on the move before the military can be scrambled. Just in case.”

I nodded, rushing over to say goodbye to them both.

“I’ll contact you,” I said, wrapping my arms around both my parents. “I don’t know when, but I will. I love you both so much.”

“We love you, too,” my dad said as he hugged back hard, his voice still unsteady after everything he’d just witnessed. “Be safe.”

I smiled, glancing over my shoulder at Damon, my dragon-man. He stood there, wings tucked against his back, eyes still filled with the yellow of his other side. Waiting protectively, watching the various guards as they tried to gather themselves and retreated down the street.

“I’ll be safe,” I said confidently, kissing them both on the cheek and then running over to Damon.

“Hang on,” he said, wrapping me up in one arm.

I had just enough time to fling my arms around his neck before his wings snapped downward, and we shot into the sky, the ground quickly shrinking below.

“Thank you,” I said as the wind whipped at my hair. I planted a kiss on his cheek. “For saving me.”

“It was my mess you needed saving from,” he said. “It seemed only fair.”

I leaned into him, holding tight but feeling no fear I was in any danger as we winged swiftly toward the border, several hours flight away. Those several hours would fly past.

And they did. Before I knew it, we were approaching the edge of the occupied territories. Two jets flanked us on either side. They had appeared perhaps an hour into our flight. At first, they’d tried to motion us downward, but Damon had ignored them and kept resolutely on toward the border. He was going home, and that was that.

I was going with him.

“We’ll be safe now,” Damon said, gesturing ahead to the river that marked the border in that particular area. “You don’t have to—”

The jetfighter to our right exploded.

Chapter Forty

Damon

I tucked my wings around Elanya protectively as flaming wreckage of the fighter filled the sky. We dropped a hundred feet in an instant before I spread my wings slightly, angling us away even farther as something came screaming through the fireball that had been a human aircraft moments before.

“What the fuck was that?” Elanya shrieked, clinging frantically to my neck.

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