Page 117 of Rescued By The Dragon

Sliding onto the barstool, I took a bite and closed my eyes.

Toby stood up, shoved his phone into his pocket, and stopped cold halfway toward me. He turned his head toward the hallway. Nerves fluttered down my spine.

“What is it?”

Toby didn’t budge, only glanced in my direction, and tossed me a look that screamed run, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Sliding off the barstool, I walked around, expecting to see Evian or one of his goons.

Roan stood at the entrance to the living room with his heated gaze on me.

“Roan,” Toby said. “You don’t want to do this.”

Roan titled his head. “Yeah? Who says? Your Dragon Prince? He’s blinded by the woman, and so are you. So is Chandler. If we kill her, we won’t have to commit suicide by fighting the sirens.”

He is here to kill me.

Toby angled in front of me, raising his palm in a surrendering motion. “You don’t want to hurt her. Dorran will rip you apart. Amara will rip you apart.”

Roan smiled a devilish one that made my blood run cold. “It’s now or never. I’ll gladly take her down with me so the entire pack doesn’t die at the hands of her kind.”

Toby braced himself to fight this werewolf to keep me safe.

I tried to reach out to Dorran, radiating my panic to him, but I wasn’t sure if it worked. Roan tilted his head to one side, dropped to his knees, and shifted in the middle of the living room. He knocked over the TV and shattered the coffee table.

Toby didn’t flinch as the snarling beast began to walk toward him.

I watched the wolf snap and jump in an attempt to scare us. I don’t know where the scared girl inside of me went, but she wasn’t there. Toby launched at the wolf, wrestling with him, holding him down for milliseconds before he knocked him to the side.

Toby screamed for me to run, without looking away from the wolf.

I didn’t.

I stood my ground.

Toby grumbled something about me being stubborn, but I didn’t mind him.

Toby slid between Roan’s front legs, punching upward against his stomach, making Roan howl in pain. He came out between his back legs and kicked him in the ass, sending him against the sliding glass doors.

Roan bounded by quickly, capturing Toby’s arm in his mouth. He pulled until I heard the tearing of his skin. Toby yelled out in pain. The adrenaline inside of me rocketed through me, my head rolled backward and my arms went straight out, lifting Roan from the ground.

Toby fell with a heavy thud. “You leave me alone, go back to your pack ground, or I’ll kill you right now.”

Roan snapped at me with drool slinging from his mouth.

I took that as a no.

Raising him higher, I tossed him backward against the hallway, the corner of the wall hit his back, making him curl into a ball on the floor.

Roan crawled to his feet, the hair on the back of his neck standing up like a cat. He pawed at the floor, jumped forward, and knocked me backward onto my ass.

Toby tried to move, but I pinned him to the wall.

“Let me go,” he shouted.

I didn’t need him getting hurt. Sasha seemed to like him, and she always wanted a dragon boy toy, as badly as Toby worked my nerves, he was a good guy.

Roan hovered above me as if he was going in for the kill.

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