Page 114 of Dragon Unhinged

Declan scoops me up and carries me down to the living room and we settle on the couch, me in his arms. “I can get Finley and Ash to watch Brooklyn, and we can take care of this together.”

I snuggle into him. “It’s really Ellie and Kayden’s mission. I just asked if they’d loop me in on the ones who hurt you. No one’s going to hurt my mate again.”

“Mmm, I think I like you protective and possessive.”

I chuckle. “I learned it from you.”

“I’ll call Finley, and we can fly out tomorrow morning. We’ll take care of this, together, and when we do, no more fighting. At least until my brother figures out how we’re taking down Grey for good.”

“Deal.” I press a kiss to his lips, and mentally start preparing to completely break any ties to the life I lived before so that we can just focus on our lives together.

Chapter

Forty-Eight

BRIANNA

“Hello, father.” I smirk at him as I spin around in his office chair. The chair he never let me sit in, in the office he always forbade me to enter. “Miss me?”

He stares at me like I’m an inconvenience and a bug he wants to squish.

“Now’s not a good time, Brianna. If this is about your missed schoolwork, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“No, I think we’re going to talk now.” I get up, keeping my face steady and calm. “Do you know what I’ve been through? Do you know where I’ve been?”

“I assume you’ve been off with that friend of yours, Ellie. But now that you’re home, I’m going to make sure you go nowhere without an escort. This doesn’t look good for your budding relationship with Peter.”

He doesn’t know? It’s almost like he’s been asleep this whole time. What happened to him?

“Oh, wake up, father. Peter’s a vampire. And you’re going to tell me all the details I want to know to take down your operation, before I rip your throat out with my talons.” I takea slow breath and let my claws out, smiling with just a hint of fangs showing. “Are you going to tell me the easy way, or do I have to make you talk?”

“He can’t tell you anything.” Peter Lee’s voice is cold, like any humanity he once had is completely gone.

My father bends his head and slinks back into the corner of his own office like he’s scared. He doesn’t move an inch.

“I’ve forbidden him to talk,” Peter says casually, gesturing at my father, who flinches at the hand moving toward him. Peter smirks. “He served his purpose once the fighting pits were up and running and Grey had you. Although, I must admit you and the doctor certainly threw a wrench in our plans when you disappeared. How did she break Grey’s thrall, anyway?”

I roll my eyes at him. “Do you really think I’m going to tell you anything?”

“You’re the one who wants information, am I right?” Peter moves a step closer to me. “I can tell you what you want to know, for a price.”

“Let me guess, my daughter?” I lunge at him before he has a chance to move, pinning him against the wall with my talons digging into his neck. “Tell me where the next fight is, and I’ll make your death quick.”

“This vampire threatened our daughter?” Declan’s roar makes the walls of the house shake as he steps out of the shadows, eyes glowing violet.

“That’s not all he did, my mate.” I squeeze a little tighter around Peter’s throat. “But he’s small time, compared to Grey. Save your rage for the real threat.”

He growls again, glaring at Peter and my father. I can’t tell which one he has more disdain for.

Peter grunts out an address, in the warehouse district, and before he has a chance to say anything else, I tighten my claws, letting them rip through his skin, his muscles, as easily as paper.Blood goes everywhere and I don’t flinch from it until I watch the light drain from Peter’s eyes.

“You could’ve made sure it’s the right location, my love,” Declan says as he watches Peter’s body crumple to the floor in two pieces.

“I know the address. It’s one of my father’s properties. Not one many know about.”

My father’s whimpers snag my attention. I look over at him still cowering in the corner. He looks up at me and his eyes widen with surprise. “Bri—Brianna?”

“Hello, Father.” There’s no longer any weakness in my voice or demureness. I hold his gaze.

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