Page 81 of The Soul of the Dragon

He frowned. “She could have warned us what would happen when we passed through the portal.”

“That’s assuming she knew.”

He growled. “Oh she knew. That little she-devil knew exactly what we were getting into.”

I couldn’t help but think this time he might be right. Although I refused to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him over the imp. He already hated her enough.

“Well, let’s finish then, shall we? If you’re going to enact your revenge on a mischievous demon, we have to first find our way the hell out of here.”

ChapterThirty-Two

Isaac

Letting Kitra lead the way wasn’t easy, but she knew this forest, and letting her guide gave me the chance to watch her and study our surroundings.

Of course, her ass swishing from side to side in the dress that I had procured for her took up a lot of brain space. Especially now that I’d had my hands spreading across that beautiful body part as my cock shuttled in and out of her.

This wasn’t the time or the place for that picture to be playing through my mind, but what was I supposed to do? Her heat cycle had broken, but my desire to be inside her, around her, with her, had intensified ten-fold since we’d left the safety of the cottage.

I shook my head, trying to push the images away, but they wouldn’t budge. My little beast had burrowed her way inside me and it was changing everything.

I wanted her, and for more than her body. I’d never understood love so fiercely until she’d talked about her mother—and her father. Not even Ian’s incessant crying about the loss of his mate had gotten to me like this. Kitra ached with the grief of her loss, and I felt her pain as if it were happening to me.

And I didn’t know what to do to make it go away. We were so close to getting that amulet. I didn’t need to know my way through the forest to feel it this time.

My inappropriate thoughts aside, when I looked at her I felt a well of pain locked inside her that I had to release.

I stumbled as my heart tripped and then beat frantically harder. Was that her?

No. It couldn’t be. I’d not felt it before. Why would I suddenly sense that emptiness inside her where her magic should reside? Was I losing my mind—again?

The dragon snarled in my head and I got his meaning loud and clear. But I had to keep my mind clear and focused on getting the amulet. My father had given his life so that my mother could reunite with her children. I couldn’t ever forget that.

A crack of wood sounded in the distance and I grabbed Kitra and stilled us both. When she glared at me and started to say something I shoved my finger against my lips to keep her quiet. Her eyes went wide as she nodded and she glanced around in every direction as if she could spot whatever I’d heard.

I pulled her against me and pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered,“We’re not alone.”

“We never were,” she whispered back. “We’ve been tracked since the moment we left the swamp.”

“By who? Why didn’t you say something?”

“I don’t know who. They’ve done a decent job at keeping themselves hidden.”

“Until now,” I growled.

“We have to keep going. It’s not much further to the castle.”

Another crack sounded and the hairs at the nape of my neck rose. “They aren’t even trying to hide anymore. We have to move faster. We should fly. I don’t want another swamp situation on our hands.”

“We can’t take the risk. The imps will be expecting you in the sky. I guarantee they will be ready.”

“Little demon shits.”

“Exactly. So we know they are there and they know we are here. I’d say that means it’s time to run.”

She didn’t wait for my response before she took off on a tear. “Dammit!”

I cursed her headstrong nature. The last thing I needed her to do was run off half cocked and right into our enemies’ arms. For all we knew. The creatures following us were flushing us out. Pushing us in the direction they wanted us to go.

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