Page 41 of Alien Dragon's Bride

“No offense whatever you are,” the taxi driver shrugged a shoulder, “but you don’t look like you can take on anything stronger than a bulldog.”

Levx glanced down at his chest and cursed. Blood soaked through his bandages and shirt. “Let me worry about that, will you help me?”

“As long as you don’t eat me and never ride in my car again.” The driver crossed himself. “Then I’ll take you as close as I can.”

“Hurry, please.” His injuries kept him from running the entire way to the café to get to her but the car, for now, was much faster than he could run and he needed his strength to fight the Tryn. He would risk everything to save her, his family, humans discovering his kind were real, none of it mattered without her in his life.

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Finally, the taxi pulled onto the correct street. Firetrucks and police cars blocked off the entrance to the cafe. Flames and smoke rose up the entire building like a giant hand.

“This is as far as I can get you.” The taxi driver nodded.

“Thanks, what do I owe—”

“Just send the fucking demon who did this back to hell.”

Levx nodded. Didn’t matter that the demon hadn’t done the fire or smoke, he’d already given the driver too much information on his kind. He climbed out of the taxi. His nose told him there was more than one Renjerian’s dragon fire here. There were three distinct scents. Shit! The Triplets.

They were babes! A full-grown Renjerian couldn’t stand alone against a Tryn.

Bile burned the back of his throat as he raced forward.

“Wait! Stop!” the firefighters yelled behind him, but he raced to the burning building.

His heart smacked against his breastbone. His nephews, they had done this but were they still alive? Damn his father and his rules. Every Renjerian in the city should be here fighting. His sister deserved to know where her sons were. He hit the speed dial on his cell as he continued to run, gasping for air from his injuries and the smoke filling his human lungs.

“Hello, Levx?” His sister’s panicked voice answered. “Have you—”

“They’re here…the boys…at Megan’s restaurant. Bring as many as you can.”

“Where!” she shouted. “What’s going on?”

“A Tryn’s here,” his voice cracked and he rattled off the address, then hung up and burst through the flames.

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