Page 57 of Primal Dragon

Henrik took a sip of his wine and immediately spit it back into his glass discreetly. The burning taste of Dragon’s Fire wasn’t beyond him.

Fuck. Did that mean that he was dosing Quinn too? Henrik lifted her drink out of her hand and moved to set them down on the end table.

“Henrik?” Quinn questioned.

He knew he looked like he was being rude, but he couldn’t risk it. “Why don’t we talk about what we came here to talk about?” he said.

Quinn glared at him.

“You came here with an agenda?” Drake asked.

She sighed. “What are you doing working with Stefano?”

Drake froze, his gaze remaining on his sister for some time. Then it flickered over to Henrik and then back to his sister.

“You’re the fat vampire that helped the dragon.”

Quinn’s expression hardened.

“I should’ve fucking known. It’s because James went missing, isn’t it?”

Henrik stood next to Quinn, but a step ahead of her to protect in whatever way he needed to.

“He’s trafficking people.”

“I’m his lawyer, you dumb bitch. I know what’s going on there. He pays me fucking well to keep my mouth shut.”

She gaped at him. “Is that all that truly matters to you?”

“It’s all that truly matters to anyone. Have you been paying attention? Even your dragon friend here keeps plenty of treasure.”

Henrik folded his arms over his chest. “Can you wash the blood off yours?”

Drake laughed. “That’s rich. You think all your riches are completely blood free? You should investigate your history, moron. Dragons have spilled more blood than anyone.”

Quinn shook her head. “How did you find out about all of this? Why don’t you care that Stefano is doing evil things?”

“Stefano visited me a couple of weeks ago. He came to my office wanting to hire me for legal services. Or at least that was his cover. At first, he used his thrall to control me, but when I caught James in a lie and turned him in without so much as a prompting from my master…from Stefano, it was then he realized he didn’t need to control me. He just had to pay me well. You’re so fucking protective of that vampire. Do you know what kind of shit James used to do? You think I’m a bad guy, but I look like Mr. Rogers compared to him.”

Quinn held up her hand. “You don’t know James. You don’t get to judge him. I know James. I don’t need you to tell me what kind of guy he is, Drake. I’m here trying to figure out what kind of guy you are.”

“You self-righteous bitch. I’m so sick of you lording your prim, proper and moral lifestyle over me. Yes, money is what matters to me. With money, comes power. Stefano has power. He’s giving me some.”

Henrik inhaled deeply, taking in the scent.

He hadn’t caught it before because the club had been dark and wreaked of vampire stench and now the cleaning supply smell in the air. But there it was plain as day. He’d completely missed it.

“Quinn, your brother is a vampire.”

Her head snapped in his direction. “Excuse me?”

Henrik kept his gaze on Drake.

Drake bared his teeth. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“You didn’t tell her the truth, someone needed to.”

Quinn stared at the ground, her shoulders tight with tension. Slowly she lifted her gaze to her brother. “Is this true?”

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