Page 95 of Primal Dragon

He dropped the vampire in his mouth into a bloody pile on the snow and tromped around to find Warren in a fur pile a few feet away.

Rebecca hadn’t stopped shooting at him.

Henrik roared and charged her. Rebecca’s eyes widened when she saw that the arrows weren’t deterring him. Henrik’s wings extended and he took to the air, still chasing after the dragon slayer.

He landed on top of her, his claws perfectly encapsulating her.

I thought you knew how to slay a dragon.

Her eyes widened, no doubt hearing a voice in her head for the first time.

Tell me, slayer, how many dragons have you killed?

The woman in his grasp tried to wiggle out. He could smell the fear.

Tell me, he roared.

She shuddered and cringed into his clasped fingers trying to make herself smaller.

“Seven. All of them deserved it. They were responsible for so many human deaths.”

Henrik roared at her, his mouth open wide, showing off his teeth.

“Kill me if you want, but others will come for you,” she promised.

Henrik’s sanity returned to him a little. He didn’t let her go, but he put the plan of burning her to death on hold.

I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to keep you from killing me or anyone else.

She just glared at him.

Warren came around the corner still on all four feet. Levi breeched the side door to the club holding one woman in his arms. Another batch of women followed behind him.

A few of them gasped at the sight of a dragon.

“Brother, would you please shift back? You weren’t supposed to shift at all.”

No. You need to restrain this woman.Don’t let her escape or she’s just going to kill more dragons.

Once Rebecca was in custody so she couldn’t hurt anyone else, Henrik stomped away.

“Damn it, Henrik. Shift back.”

I’m going to find Quinn.

“Warren…”

The wolf lunged and a ball hit Henrik in the snout. The dragon sneezed, a small burst of fire expelled from him, and then he was falling.

23

Not So Safe House

Quinn was on edge. James was heavy, still not able to hold himself up properly. She couldn’t stand how ragged he looked. Even with the blood she’d given him, hardly any of his wounds had healed. She hoped that she could buy him enough time that he would.

At that particular moment, Quinn was glad to be a strong, hefty woman. James was about a foot taller than her, and he wasn’t light.

“Leave me,” James pleaded again.

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