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“So you don’t…” I conclude. “Then you must know, I wasn’t in any kind of danger.”

The man stares at my face in disbelief, taking a step forward. My heart skips a beat, not because I feel threatened. I’m skilled in self-defense, and I could easily take him down if I needed to, even if he towers two heads above me, his frame larger and bulkier than mine. Instead, I suddenly have the heinous thought about what it would feel like to be pinned down by that much muscle…

“You were being kidnapped, woman,” he grunts. “You were being pulled into a van—”

“You’re not listening,” I say irritably, rolling my eyes. “It was all part of a plan. You see, I’m an agent–”

“I don’t care who you are or what you are,” he grates, taking another menacing step forward. This time, the terror in his eyes, coupled with how he clenches his jaw, tells me there’s no point in trying to talk sense into him. “The fact is, I saved your life.”

He saw a kidnapping, and he acted on it like a good Samaritan. The only problem is, that he’d disrupted my plans and that of the FBI.

He’s done more harm than good.

“So what? You whisked me away on a jet-pack and thought I’d commend you for being my hero?” I scoff. The man pulls back and straightens up as if my words are too bitter to digest.

“That’s what you believe?” he asks, raising a brow as mild amusement plays on his lips.

I grunt with frustration. “It doesn’t matter what I believe! You’ve disrupted an ongoing investigation and need to take me back.”

“No,” he says calmly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “I’m not letting you get into any more trouble.” He clears his throat and calmly strolls past me.

“What are you doing?” I call out after him when he opens the bedroom door. “Did you not hear a word I’ve said?”

The man spins effortlessly on his heels, turning back to me with a mischievous smirk on his lips while he holds the door ajar. “I told you already; I’m not letting you get into any more trouble.”

With that, he walks out and shuts the door with a loud thud behind him. I rush forward, huffing my frustration, trying the handle that doesn’t budge.

I just went from having a kidnapping staged to being really kidnapped by some psychopath on a jet-pack.

Great!

Chapter 3 - Stryder

Outside the door where I have the woman locked away, it’s relief that washes over my entire being and soothes my primal dragon. The innate knowing that her life is in danger prevents me from heeding her demands.

She wants to go back, but something deep down tells me I can’t let her return to the mortal world. Whatever she says, I saw her being kidnapped with my own eyes. I watched as the van pulled off while she lay there with her head in a bag.

She was in danger, and her life was threatened. It’s not something I was willing to overlook. Even if I don’t know her name.

That reminds me…

Turning back to the door, I reach out toward the handle, wanting to go back inside and formally make our acquaintances. But then I withdraw my hand with hesitation, knowing that she’s probably going through a whirlwind of emotions right now.

She thinks we flew here on a jet-pack! Chuckling under my breath at how absurd that is, I shake my head as I make my way toward my bedroom at the end of the hallway. It’s not like I’ll miss anything by not finding out her name. After all, she’s a redhead and isn’t my type.

A croaky groan reverberates through my chest as I sink onto my bed and fold an arm behind my head. My behavior tonight is wildly out of place, rescuing a human and bringing her to the island.

I’ve never brought a human woman home before. My past escapades were strictly reserved for the mortal world with no intention of bringing them to the secret location where our identities are hidden. Yet, taking the redhead to Aurora Island felt like the most natural response to her dire situation.

It’s almost as if my dragon commanded my every move. I could have easily dropped her off at the nearest police station, leaving her in the capable hands of the mortal world’s law enforcement. It was the inner dragon who wouldn’t allow it.

Now, I’m forced to keep her a prisoner on the island until I’ve figured out what to do with her. She doesn’t even know that she’s on dragon shifter territory – she probably doesn’t even know we exist.

I’ll just have to weigh my options later. For now, I need to stop thinking about her penetrating blue eyes of accusation and why my dragonspirit heart refuses to take her back to the mortal world.

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Yo, Stryder! Comes a mind link from Stryker. You in your bedroom?

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