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“This place was created by dragons for dragons,” Gavin said as he all but carried Tristian.

“Uh, that’s amazing.” Finley trotted ahead to open the door.

Ash grabbed Finley’s hip, his big hand spanning over it. “I thought I lost you.”

She swallowed before she opened her mouth. “I was trying to get back to you.”

He gave her a lazy smile. “When I’m patched up, you and I have unfinished business.”

22

Whose Heart is it Now?

They all headed downstairs where Ash and Tristian could be put on cots. Pru checked them both over while Syrena grabbed a few supplies from the large cabinet against the wall that looked like it belonged out of something likeThe Witcher.

Finley went straight to Olivia, checking to make sure she hadn’t been hurt in all of commotion, but everything in the basement seemed untouched by the excitement.

Syrena sat on the cot next to Olivia. “She may have similar reactions that Tristian did, but it shouldn’t hurt her. Tristian was drowned in the process, so there was a little more damage there. He’ll heal from it. Takes a lot of damage to kill a dragon. Usually a beheading or something.”

Finley cringed. “That sounds awful, but glad they’re so sturdy.”

Ash growled and Finley turned to look at him. Pru was cleaning his wound and slapping his hand away as he tried to push her away from him. Finley rolled her eyes.

“Let Pru work, Ash,” Finley sniped.

“You’re upsetting your mate,” Pru added.

“I can’t sit with you and my sister,” she said.

“Be with your sister. I’m fine. I just don’t like being poked at.”

Pru rolled her eyes and went back to cleaning out the sand and muck from his wound.

Syrena sprinkled salt all over Olivia’s body and murmured the same spell that she did over Tristian. Finley itched to take Olivia’s hand. Bright blue light, a different blue from Tristian’s, lit up under Olivia’s skin. It burned so bright it was difficult to look directly at her. Syrena’s chant faded and the light followed.

Olivia’s big blue eyes opened and looked right at Finley, and then she glanced at Syrena and the rest of the room. “Oh god, it wasn’t a dream, was it?”

“I’m afraid not,” Finley said. “How do you feel?”

“Better, actually. Better than I have in a while. Months. What exactly happened to me?”

Syrena got up, leaving the sisters to talk and she sat next to Tristian who was lying still and staring up at the ceiling.

Finley felt bad for the guy. She knew how it felt firsthand to have some psycho vampire in her head telling her what to do. She stabbed the man she was pretty sure she was falling for, not that she wanted to think about that. It was all too overwhelming. Grey was still out there, plotting and planning. They were going to have to figure out a way to stop him.

Tristian had to pick up the pieces of his life and try to put them back together.

She barely knew about Ash’s clan, but she could only imagine the disarray and chaos Grey’s affects would have on it.

Finley wanted to immerse herself in Ash’s world so she could understand everything he had to deal with. If she was going to be with him, if he still wanted her. She didn’t know what unfinished business he meant. It was unclear to her what he really wanted.

If he was still searching for revenge and justice, she wasn’t sure she could watch him put his life on the line, not like that. He was such a stubborn ox to keep doing stuff on his own. He needed a partner to help him hold up the world on his shoulders that he insisted on carrying.

Olivia sat up. Finley tried not to hover and help too much unless she asked for it.

“I feel like I just got a great night’s sleep,” she said. “How long have I been here?”

“Too long,” Finley replied.

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