Page 27 of The Dragon's Warlock

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Diem

Stupid man. Does he really think I’m going to go and sit while some crazy-ass bitch tries to kill him?Diem pushed the start button to his fancy sports car. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too mad if she put a dent in it.

She pulled out of the parking spot and watched as the woman and her two men pointed a gun at Gideon. Nobody else was paying attention to the three of them. They walked across the street down the alley.

Luckily, the alley would give her cover. She slowly drove down the street. Her veins turned to fire when she saw the two men halfway down the alley, still pointing a gun at Gideon’s head. She knew the second her warlock saw her. His eyes glowed deep green. He was mad.

Tough shit.She wasn’t going to let him get hurt, but she did hope he would jump out of the way. The car lurched forward as she slammed her foot down on the gas pedal. Cars were never something she’d cared about, but this thing handled like a beauty and was fast. Gideon jumped to the side as she took out the three people trying to kill him.

Ursula screamed as she flew over the car. The two men fell to the ground, and she ran over to them. She couldn’t help but wince as the car bounced. Once she was at the end of the alley, she slammed on the brakes, and they skidded to a halt. In the review mirror, she saw Gideon running for the car. The two men weren’t moving. Guilt washed over Diem. She’d never killed anyone before.

But she stopped feeling guilty as she watched Ursula peel her body off the ground and stand up. Her blond hair was no longer perfect. Her red dress was torn on the side, and she was missing a shoe. She limped down the alley toward them.

Gideon threw the door open and jumped in. “Go!” he yelled.

Diem slammed her foot on the gas, forgetting that she’d put the car in reverse. It sped backward as fast as it had gone forward. The car bumped as it went over the two bodies, and she heard the third crunch as it ran over Ursula.

“That won’t kill her,” Gideon grumbled. “We need to get out of here before she gets back up.”

He reached over and slipped the car into drive. Diem slammed her foot on the gas, and the car lurched forward and sped down the alley. The bump over the bodies hadn’t been as bad the third time.

“Do you think I killed the two men?” Diem asked.

“Maybe, but they were going to try to kill me.”

“I don’t feel bad.”

“And you shouldn’t. If they worked for Ursula, they’ve done evil things.”

“I was worried about you.”

“Next time, you need to save yourself. I about died of a heart attack when I saw the car coming down the alley.”

She didn’t bother replying to that. There was no doubt in her mind that she would always try to save him, even after they went their separate ways. “Do you think she will come after us again?”

“I don’t know. If Garth can get to her, no. He will lock her up until I get ahold of the council. She tried to kill us because she wants your scale. Taking a dragon’s scale is a crime punishable by death. Even the attempt can get her years in jail. Once we’re in the air, I will call Kirin, and he can take care of her. So she shouldn’t be an issue any longer.”

“That’s good to know. We already have enough going on.”

“She’s not coming after us this second. You can slow down.”

“You weren’t scared of a crazy-ass woman, but you're scared of my driving,” Diem said.

He clutched the door as she weaved through a few more cars. “Yes,” he ground out.

For the next twenty minutes, they sat still in traffic. Her finger bounced on the steering wheel in annoyance. She wanted to get to the airport and to the next step of their journey. Gideon reached out and grabbed her hand. His touch settled her. It was like taking a Xanax.

Once they made it through the traffic jam on I-4, they pulled off into an executive airport.

“We need passports,” Diem said.

Gideon got out, walked to her side of the car, and extended his hand to help her out. She followed next to him as they walked up to a sleek white plane with gold speckles. Her dragon purred at the sight of gold.

A young man in a pilot’s uniform walked down the stairs and held out his hand. “Hello, Gideon. And you must be Diem.”

“Were you able to get the other things I needed?” Gideon asked.

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