Page 60 of Primal Dragon

Henrik shook his head. “I should tear you apart right now.”

Quinn lurched forward. “You can’t do that.”

“Do you know how many dragon’s she killed? All innocent.” Henrik’s dragon was fighting to come out.

Rebecca scoffed, “Innocent? That’s what you’re going with? Try again. The endless list of horrible things dragons have done to humans is only trumped by the horrible things you do to each other, and humans get caught in the middle. All of you need to be wiped off the planet.”

Henrik shook his head. “You know the horrible things he’s doing to humans?”

“I can’t fight on every front. The one that matters to me is dragons. I know a couple of vampire hunters, I’ll give them a text and see if they want to come take care of them while I’m taking care of you.”

Drake stepped forward. “Excuse me?”

“Relax, honey,” Rebecca said.

“Henrik, what exactly is going on?” Quinn asked.

“We’re leaving.”

Rebecca pulled her hand up, revealing her gun as she trained it on his mate.

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Bossy Dragon

The gun didn’t make much of a noise when Rebecca pulled the trigger. Quinn lunged toward her, but Drake intercepted. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with, Quinn.”

She elbowed him in the stomach.

Drake doubled over.

Quinn glanced over to see that Henrik narrowly escaped the first shot, but Rebecca was already loading up her next round. She charged the dragon slayer and hit her like a fullback clobbering the quarterback on a critical play.

Rebecca grunted beneath her.

Quinn raised her fist to punch the slayer in the face, eager to keep her occupied and preferably not shooting at Henrik. She had no idea if she was firing bullets, tranquilizers, or some kind of poison, but she wasn’t going to let her dragon get hurt.

Henrik roared so loud, Quinn shuddered and cringed against how loud it was in her ears. She glanced over her shoulder to find Henrik looking like Mr. Hyde was about to come out. He was barely containing his dragon.

He stormed forward, right for her. Henrik didn’t even pause in his stride as he hoisted Quinn over his shoulder, while knocking Rebecca clean out. He growled as he stomped past Drake.

“Henrik,” Quinn grunted as she tried to squirm off his shoulder.

His hand clapped down onto her ass, anchoring her to him. He nearly busted the sliding door onto the back patio. He set her down, climbed onto the railing and leapt. Quinn could barely breathe as she watched Henrik burst into a giant dragon. It happened so close she couldn’t get a good look at his full form. He was a flurry of wings, legs, claws, and a tail. His clothing fell around her in shreds like confetti.

Henrik’s dragon scooped her up into its talons before she could even scream. Luckily, she hadn’t even had a moment to take off her coat, because it was fucking cold in the Chicago night air. She didn’t dare look down while he climbed higher into the clouds.

She wondered how many people could’ve possibly seen him.

“Henrik, you can’t do this. What if someone sees you? What are you doing?”

No answer. He just flew up higher into the night sky.

“You left your car.”

Henrik snarled.

“That you’re upset about?”

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