Page 110 of Primal Dragon

“Tell her to utter the words,” Tabitha instructed.

Breathe fire? Quinn couldn’t allow this. The fire would be able to hurt Henrik. Now she knew exactly how Grey expected her to kill Henrik.

Every single atom in her body wanted to collapse in a pile of screaming fear and frustration. She wouldn’t be the one to hurt Henrik. She wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it. Refused to do it.

Though, if Grey was turning her into a zombie like the rest of the women, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Or would she?

A burst of roaring flames hit the wall splattered with wine, startling her out of her thoughts. The woman was breathing fire, without being a dragon or something else supernatural. She’d been human and now Grey had turned her into some sort of supernatural super soldier. Without the free will or conscience of someone like Captain America.

Grey clapped his hands. “That was beautiful. Let’s do another.”

Quinn stood there, waiting helplessly as Grey moved from one to the next. Each time was identical to the last. They all obeyed his every command.

Tabitha had started cleaning up the mess from the spell making.

“How can you let him do this?” Quinn hissed at her.

Tabitha lifted her light blue eyes to Quinn’s. “You think I give a shit about anything in this world? This world has done nothing but shit all over me. I’m hoping it does kill me.”

Quinn flinched at her harsh tone. “What about Syrena?”

“What about her?”

“She’s been trying to help you, save you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

Tabitha lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “Not really. A bit too little, too late.”

Quinn sighed. “You’re just going to let Grey do whatever the hell he wants, consequences be damned.”

“It looks that way. You should be thanking me. Being claimed by a dragon is a miserable experience.”

“How would you know?”

Tabitha’s eyes narrowed.

“Is that it? Are you pissed because you didn’t ever get mated to a dragon? Was there someone in particular? Tell me what your beef is.”

“My beef? My beef is that I’m done caring about anyone and their agenda. Yes, I’m helping Grey with his, but he’s helping me with mine.”

Quinn sighed. “You’re all so screwed up. I don’t understand.”

“Maybe we are.” Tabitha shrugged. “There’s always someone trying to screw up this world and more often than not, it’s a human. Genocide isn’t a new concept. The humans invented it. Why do you care now?”

“I care every time someone is trying to eradicate an entire people. It isn’t right.”

“I don’t know. Panda bears can’t even reproduce without the help of humans. Don’t you think there’s just a point in which you should let something become extinct?”

“Hang on, who is the Panda bear in this equation?”

“Humans. You can’t take care of yourselves. You murder each other, you let more than half the world’s population die of starvation and disease. And so many of those poor creatures are children. Grey’s plan will stop the inhumanity of things like HIV and AIDs. It will stop starvation. It will save this pitiful world from imploding on itself.”

Quinn just blinked at her. “How?”

Grey approached them. “People will either be enslaved by me or they’ll be food. No more questions of who should help whom. Vampires will rule this world. I’ll appoint the best leaders for each sector of the world. They’ll rule over the population, making sure that all the vampires have their fill. No more starvation. No more world wars. I really am doing you a favor.”

Quinn just glared at him. “You’re a vampire Hitler? You couldn’t do something more original?”

Grey chuckled. “You’re dinging me on my originality?”

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