Page 124 of Rescued By The Dragon

Climbing to my feet, I kicked him in the back, knowing it wouldn’t keep him down long. Evian chuckled loudly, leaped to his feet, and turned toward me.

He grabbed my neck so quickly that I didn’t see it coming.

Lifting me from the ground, my feet began to swing in the air as I tried to fight him to no avail.

I couldn’t breathe.

My vision began to blur, and my hearing deafened.

I opened my mouth to scream but Evian seemed to suck it from me. The excitement on his face churned my stomach. Tears built in my eyes when I didn’t hear Dorran’s footsteps or his wings.

My feet swung wilder, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I clawed at Evian’s arm, feeling the blood run down his skin.

Please Dorran ...

Light brightened around me like a burst of electricity. For a split second, I thought it was the light calling my name. Luring me into Heaven, because I felt I’d done enough to get there in life.

But the light grew and Evian screamed.

He dropped me, and I clung to the field, coughing up blood while struggling to see.

Evian continued to scream.

I blinked away the hurt in my eyes and turned over onto my back. The stars were bright, and the sound of battle was loud behind me.

Leaning onto my knees, I saw Dorran holding Evian by the neck, in the same manner he’d held me. Evian kicked Dorran in the stomach, and I watched as he didn’t flinch. He seemed far away. His gaze looked straight through Evian.

Someone else had taken over.

His dragon.

Two figures emerged from the woods, flinging hail and boulders at him until he finally flew back against several trees. It’d taken what seemed like ten minutes to break his dragon’s trance. Evian landed, and his gaze shifted toward mine. “You thought your dragon prince would save you, Princess?”

I stood up fighting the weakness in my legs. Evian pursued toward me with determination on his face as the sirens fought Dorran.

Tingles of adrenaline shot down to my feet.

My fingers curled and I used every bit of me to send what I could at him. Evian dodged every attempt with ease. The urge to run from him surfaced, but I refused. My pride was too big to run from this bastard.

Evian flung me backward and into someone.

Arms wrapped around me.

I began to panic.

Flinging my arms and legs. I could not die like this.

“Stop it,” Toby said, shoving me against another set of arms.

Chandler caught me. He looked rough, with blood running down his face, and a fresh new scar through his eyebrow. “Are you all right, Love?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good,” he groaned as he shoved me behind him. “Stand behind us.”

Chandler took his spot next to Toby as they faced off against Evian.

Screams rang behind me but I couldn’t muster the courage to look.

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