Page 8 of Primal Dragon

Unknown Number: Dr. Quinn Thompson. This is my personal phone number. I wanted to give you an update.

Henrik: At 6:30 in the morning?

Quinn: I was just heading home.

Henrik: Be careful out there. The roads are icy. Drive slow.

Quinn: I’ve lived in Chicago my whole life. I know how to drive in the snow.

Henrik: Just be careful, Doc.

Quinn: I will.

“By the smile on your face, I’m going to guess that’s your mate.”

Cillian’s interruption on his excitement that the woman had contacted him purposefully with her personal number was not going to damper his mood. “She’s not my mate, but she is the reason why I want to get this done so I can figure out if there is something between us.”

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After Cillian left,Henrik got some much-needed rest. Trying to prove yourself to a horde of vampires was exhausting. A list of crimes was somehow supposed to prove his worth. With the help of Kash’s hacker friend, he had a whole human criminal career. He was wanted in several states.

Pretending to be human was almost nearly impossible. He hadn’t grown up in the middle of the human world. He missed most references and he didn’t speak like the rest of them.

Hopefully after the big meeting that was supposedly happening soon, he would have more to go on. He’d need to see Stefano’s operations, even if it was just a glimpse, the other vampires, humans, and whoever else was involved. The more information he could gather, the more he could work to draw Grey out. All his reconnaissance had only brought up dead ends. The vampire knew what he was doing. Even the few times he’d been to the club Stefano owned when it was open to the public offered nothing except that there were a lot of vampires on the property at all times.

The fact that James was caught was bad all around. He wasn’t concerned that James would talk, but Henrik didn’t want the guy to get himself tortured or dead. The vampire had a knack for getting into places Henrik would never be able to penetrate. Not to mention, he was a decent guy…for a vampire.

He just wanted to get his hands on Grey. He wanted to kill the vampire so the world would not be in jeopardy. So the dragons wouldn’t be victims to his many scams. Dragons were dying all the time, going missing. It wasn’t like they were a large race to begin with.

When he rolled out of bed, took a leak, and got in the shower, his thoughts turned to Quinn. She was trouble for him. He needed to stay away from her.

When he got out of the shower, naturally, the first thing he did was text her.

Henrik: How’s my patient doing?

She didn’t type back right away. He went downstairs to get breakfast and a much-needed cup of coffee. The more time Henrik spent with humans the more he liked to depend on things like caffeine and Ding Dongs. He couldn’t get enough of the processed chocolate and cream dessert.

It was nearly sunset when his phone chimed.

Quinn: She’s doing well. Her appetite is fully restored.

Henrik: That’s good to hear.

He wanted to say something else to her, but he didn’t know what else to talk about. It was a bad time to get involved with someone. Plus, it was likely she knew nothing about his world, and the mess it was in, between politics, vampires, and fates that didn’t care what else was going on. He would wait until it was safe and eventually come back for her.

Unless he found his true mate in the meantime.

His dragon rolled inside of him. He wanted to go see Quinn again. He wanted to take her to coffee. Lick chocolate off her beautiful body.

“Fuck,” Henrik growled.

His phone rang this time. His brother’s face filled the screen. His thumb slid over the screen.

“How is the king?”

Ash sighed loudly in his ear. “How are things in Chicago?”

“Fine. I’m finally getting close. How are things where you are?” At the moment, Henrik didn’t know where most of his family was for safety reasons.

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