Page 81 of Primal Dragon

“That’s it,” Wyxl agreed.

Quinn stepped forward, staring down the woman. “Is there anything we need to know? Are you holding anything back?”

Wyxl’s smile dropped.

Arthur cursed. “What is it?”

Wyxl shook her head. “No. I’ve told you more than enough.”

“You haven’t told us anything,” Quinn cried.

She was tired of the cat and mouse game.

“I told you more than I should’ve. Do you know what Grey could do to me?”

“Then come with us,” Warren suggested. “We have a witch who can keep you safe until all of this is over.”

Wyxl shook her head emphatically. “No, thank you. I’ll take my chances with all my protection spells and baubles to protect me. Your witch doesn’t have enough power to stop Grey from finding me and ripping my throat out.” She glanced down at the crystal ball in front of her.

“Won’t he do that if you sold the Fire Stone out from under him?” Quinn asked.

“No, because the market doesn’t work that way. He knows it. He may be powerful, but he won’t take on the fae elders.” She glanced at her crystal ball.

“You should go now before it’s too late.”

“Is he coming here now?” Henrik asked.

She nodded. “I’m afraid so. I told him I would signal him when the item arrived. He’s coming to collect it himself.”

Henrik grabbed Quinn’s arm and yanked her toward the exit. They all filed out and Arthur took the lead, winding them through the market back toward the doorway. Warren took up the rear while Quinn remained next to Henrik in the middle.

Arthur breeched the doorway and they all quickly fell back into the world outside of the baseball stadium.

Quinn shivered. It had been daytime in the fae market. Now it was the regular world and she felt extra cold. Henrik wrapped his arm around her.

“Where are we going to keep that thing safe and a way from Grey and Stefano?” Henrik asked.

“I know a good place,” Arthur said.

Warren shook his head. “No way. No offense, but that chick could see the future, she knew what we were looking for. She’s part fae. We need to hide it where no one can find it. Grey and Stefano have been so far ahead of the curve I just want to make sure that we’re actually protecting the stone and not putting it somewhere they can get it.”

Quinn didn’t know what the right answer was, but there was something about the woman’s predictions and stuff that left her feeling uneasy. Maybe it had been wrong to give up the ring. She didn’t like feeling like it wasn’t over yet.

“Maybe this is fate. Maybe he’s going to get the stone no matter how hard we try to hide it from him. He’s going to make his little army and then we’re going to have to fight them.” Quinn didn’t like the defeat in her own voice, but she didn’t know what else to think.

Her gut told her, none of this was over.

“Can Syrena destroy it?” she asked.

Henrik lit up. “There’s an idea. Let’s go back to the safe house.”

* * *

Quinn was exhausted.Being dragged away by a crazy dragon, hot sex with Henrik, a trip to the fae market, and she wanted to sleep for a week.

By the time they arrived at the safe house, it was the middle of the night and she was ready to find the nearest flat surface and sleep. She sat down at the kitchen counter while one of the women they’d rescued, Quinn thought her name might be Tessa, poured them all a cup of coffee while another one of them was making a giant vat of pancake batter.

Syrena sat across from Quinn at the table, with the box from Wyxl in front of her. She opened the lid and examined the Fire Stone visually before she reached in and pulled it out.

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