Page 112 of Rescued By The Dragon

The words skipped along in my mind. A poem by someone I couldn’t remember that I read about in school. A poem about me, and I’d never known it.

Dorran’s hand clutched my jaw and he ran his thumb against my bottom lip. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice floating in and out.

Frustration built in my stomach.

Evian’s laugh rolled against my skin.

The fury inside of me pushed me to a sitting position. Dorran hovered above me slightly, glancing around the room as I did.

I sensed Evian before he appeared in the doorway. Reaching out, I shoved with all my might.

Something similar to what hit Toby hit Evian square in the chest.

“Get out!” I shouted.

Something took over me.

Evian fell against the hardwood. His steely gaze watched me as he reached back and touched the back of his head.

I stared at him to establish my dominance. It did not last long. He materialized closer to us, sliced his hand through the air, and cut me across my face.

Shock rattled through me as Dorran jumped up to protect me but Evian had already disappeared.

I cupped my palm to my face, feeling blood drip down my cheek and through my fingers. Dorran bent down in front of me and looked at my cheek. “Is it bad?” I whispered.

Dorran didn’t answer. He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom to the sink. He sat me on the counter, and I gasped at myself in the mirror.

The two cuts were long. They sliced through my eyebrow and landed around my ear. Dorran’s face was stoic as he pulled out a first-aid kit and began to clean my wounds.

“That bastard,” he mumbled. “I don’t know why he’s taunting us.”

“He likes it,” I whispered, wincing at the pain of the ointment. “He likes the chase.”

Dorran’s emerald-colored gaze shifted toward mine. “I’ll give him a chase he’ll never forget.”

The next morning I woke before Dorran. I tip-toped to the bathroom and turned on the light. The long scars on my face were red and angry. I blinked back the tears of seeing them.

I’d never been a vain person, but I hated the way they looked. I grabbed a few painkillers from the medicine cabinet and tossed them into my throat. This was not what I wanted on my face. Dorran walked to the doorway behind me and stopped. He rested his hands on the doorjamb above his head. “Are you hurting?” he asked.

“A little. I just took some painkillers. I’ll be fine.”

He walked over and trapped me against the counter. “What’s wrong?”

“I look hideous,” I whispered.

Dorran leaned down and kissed my shoulder. “You don’t.” He met my gaze in the mirror. “Let that be a reminder of what he did to you, so when we fight him, you’ll have all the anger you need.”

Someone knocked on the front door.

“That’s Toby. I called him up to sit with you while I go to chat with Chandler. You can come down after you eat if you want.”

Remembering Roan’s nasty stares made me not want to go, but I knew I needed to. If I was going to be a part of this fight, I needed to prepare just as they did.

“I’ll be down after I grab some coffee.”

Dorran kissed my cheek and left me alone in the bathroom. I tied my hair into a high ponytail and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

Toby was texting when I walked into the kitchen. “Sup?” he said.

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