Page 99 of Primal Dragon

Quinn’s cheeks heated instantly. “I do.”

Levi smirked as if he understood something. “I don’t need to see it.”

She covered her face with her hands. “Okay, what happened tonight?” she asked, trying to quickly change the subject.

Syrena sighed. “We saved another round of women. We took them to the secondary safe house since we have a full house here.”

“Are they protected?” Nash asked.

“They are.” Syrena glanced around the room. “Put Rebecca in the kitchen for questioning.” She moved toward the couch and sat down on the coffee table across from the couch. “James?”

His eyes fluttered open.

“Hi, James. I’m Syrena. I’m the tourmaline witch. What did they do to you?”

James shook his head slowly. “I’m not even sure. I’ve been hanging from the ceiling for the better part of the time I’ve been gone. I’m not even sure how long it’s been. A month or two?”

Quinn chewed on her inner cheek trying not to freak out.

“She attacked Henrik when we were at my brother’s,” Quinn said as she moved toward the kitchen. “Henrik said she’s a dragon slayer.”

“That she is,” Levi muttered.

She glanced over at Henrik lying unconscious on the floor. She could see blood staining the clothes he’d been unceremoniously shoved into. A dragon slayer had nearly taken out her mate. She’d nearly been killed by a vampire. Or worse.

It wasn’t a good night, and it was her fault.

She sighed and moved to sit on the floor next to the couch where James was resting.

“Don’t overthink anything. Try and get some rest,” Syrena said. “You’re allowed to make mistakes. We’re going to take care of her and make sure she can’t hurt anyone else. You and James are safe. Henrik is sleeping it off. He’ll be better if he sees you when he wakes.”

Quinn nodded and glanced back at James and then to Henrik.

“Is that your mate?” James asked once Syrena went back into the kitchen.

“Yeah.” She glanced at him lying on the floor. “He’s more impressive when he’s conscious.”

“I’m sure he is.” James chuckled. “The gods know I am too.”

Quinn glanced over her shoulder at him. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, Q.”

She glanced down at her hands. “What happened? How did you end up there?”

James inhaled slowly and then let out a shaky breath.

Cillian strolled into the living room, headed right for James. “Sorry to interrupt. I thought you could use a pick-me-up.”

James accepted the blood bag, but he didn’t chomp into it.

Quinn had a feeling he didn’t want to feed with an audience. James spent a lot of time trying to hide the less dignified elements of being a vampire as if that somehow changed things for him if no one saw it.

“James, you need to stop hating yourself. Accept you’re a vampire and that it isn’t going to change anything.”

He shifted on couch behind her. “What happened to you?”

Quinn turned so they were able to look at each other. “What do you mean?”

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