Page 99 of Dragon Unhinged

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

I steer in his direction, following behind, wishing there were some way to breathe water instead of fire, if only for this onemorning, so that I can somehow stop what seems inevitable from coming to pass.

Chapter

Forty-Two

DECLAN

Brianna. In trouble.

Have to find her.

Must destroy enemy.

Mine.

Mate.

Pain.

So much pain.

Only the fact that I can still feel her, that I still know she’s out there, allows me to cling to any shred of sanity I have lingering. To cling to the tattered control over my dragon.

I hear my brother, like a far-off whisper deep in my brain, coming from all directions and none at the same time, like it’s coming through a thick blanket of fog.

I know he wants me to stop.

I know he wants me to land, to shift back, to give him any sign that I’m still me.

I want to but the dragon can’t disengage from what he wants most. Our mate.

I want to reach out to him. To anyone, really, who can hear my thoughts. Anyone I can reach, through this fucking fog.

I want Brianna’s voice to fill my head, to bring me back to myself.

My dragon doesn’t care though.

Rip.

Tear.

Burn.

Destroy.

We will light the entire world up in flames, if that’s what it takes to get Brianna back into our arms. We’ll shred any and all of those who get in our way.

And if we come across the fucking bloodsucker, Grey, not much more than pink mist will remain when we’re done with him.

Declan, you have to stop. Syrena will find her.

Malcolm’s voice again, trying to reason with me, to reason with my dragon.

There is no reason.

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