Page 105 of Primal Dragon

“How do I stop her?”

Syrena look at him helplessly. “I don’t know, Rik.”

Henrik turned back to her. She was surrounded by fire now. There was something wrong with her eyes. She didn’t look like herself. Nash turned on the spout outside and used a hose to work on the flames.

“Come on, lover boy. Let’s end this.”

“Enzo called,” Letty said.

Sirens wailed in the distance. A neighbor had called either the police or the fire department. Or it was possibly both, with an ambulance pulling up the tail.

Not that any emergency services would do them much good, if they couldn’t get Quinn under control.

“What did he say?”

“Grey is on the move. They’re following him to a private airport. That’s what the GPS is telling them.”

“GPS?”

“We had a hacker friend get into the car’s GPS system,” Letty said.

“All right.” Private airport. That wasn’t good.

“Oh, lover boy,” Quinn called to him.

Henrik’s heart raced in his chest. He knew what he had to do. There was nothing else to do. She couldn’t be contained, and she was going to kill all of them if she got the chance.

“Syrena, are you sure there’s nothing you can do?”

Her eyes welled with tears and her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t know. Even if I could get close to her, I don’t know how to mute whatever he did to her long enough to help her. I don’t…”

Henrik turned away from his friend. He couldn’t stand the sorrow in her eyes.

He moved toward Quinn, his hands clenched in fists. His dragon railed against him, fought him every step of the way. He could feel Levi moving behind him. He was going to have his back. Warren followed up behind him.

“Guys, back off. You make us one big target. I’ll handle it.”

The it was the unspeakable. He couldn’t handle it, but he certainly wouldn’t allow anyone else to do it either.

They’d all been fighting with her, so as not to hurt her. Henrik knew he would be able to do the unthinkable, unspeakable, unforgiveable. Even if it ripped him apart and sent him spiraling into the craze.

Henrik charged without another word and leapt into the air.

She blew at stream of fire right at him. He dove to the ground and rolled, knocking her feet out from under her. She landed hard on her ass, her head smacking the ground.

He took advantage of the moment of disorientation, wrapped his hands around her head and twisted them so fast and hard. The snap was unmistakable. So was the way her head went limp in his arms.

The rage ebbed and flowed against the sorrow and grief as he knelt in the melted snow and burnt grass with Quinn laying limply in his arms.

He stared down at her. Her brown eyes were open, lifeless, and staring into nothing. Her mouth was parted. The body he’d only began to get to know dead in his arms.

His mate.

The connection between them severed.

His love.

He’d killed her.

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