Page 46 of Dragon Unleashed

I yank Chano’s hoodie over my head, hugging it to myself. Hesitating, one hand on the door handle, I glance back at Chano. He’s sprawled out on my bed, snoring, oblivious.

He deserves to know.

By the time I trekked back from the cave, Chano was frantic. He had half the damn Maveriks looking for me. I didn’t lie. Not really. I told him Farrell physically dragged me from the party and scared me. He was ready to beat the living shit out of Farrell for that alone.Farrell’s a dragonwould have sent him over the edge. But I have to tell him, soon.

Sighing, I slip out the door.Is there any hope for those two? For our allegiance?

“She’ll be angry, again.” Naeve’s voice reaches me before I even step around the corner of Zephyr’s corridor.

She’s alive.

“Here you are, traitors together.” My voice is loud, harsh, and full of relief at seeing Naeve in one piece.

Naeve squeaks and backs up into Zephyr’s room while I prowl after her.

“How could you keepthatfrom me?”

“Shh!” Zephyr hisses.

“Don’t shush me!”

Holy crap, he looks half dead. He’s hunched on his bed, sheets tangled around him, and a massive comforter draped over his shoulders. A distinctive sweaty, fishy smell hits my nose. I throw open the windows, allowing a cold blast to dissipate the stench of sex.

“It stinks like a whorehouse in here.”

“Zephyr’s a little delicate today,” Naeve says, before shirking into herself when I turn my glare on her.

“I got zero sleep. That woman is insatiable. Alice is—”

I scowl. “So, while I was busy finding out Farrell is a damn dragon, you were balls-deep. Great. Naeve? Were you off screwing around too?”

Naeve splutters, a blush creeping up her neck. Iknewshe was after impressing Beck.

“What Farrell is, is a dickhead,” Zephyr says, rubbing his temples. “We couldn’t tell you, Lorelei, not without betraying him. Trust me.”

“How can Itrusteither of you? I’m angry, but more than that—I’m hurt.” I take a deep breath. “We need to take a break, as an allegiance. I need a break from this shit.”

Zephyr’s brow furrows and his fingers twist in the sheets. “You’re breaking up with us? Can she do that, Naeve?”

Naeve wrings her hands, her mouth opening and shutting but no sound coming out.

From the door, a voice speaks. “Don’t blame them. Blame me.”

Farrell.

My hackles rise just hearing his stupid deep voice.

“It wasn’t their secret to tell, princess.”

The way he saysprincesssets off warning bells in my head. There’s something deadly about his tone.

“I strongly advise you rethink breaking up our allegiance. Itwasn’ttheir place to tell you what I am,” Farrell says, growling as he towers over me. “Much the way it isn’t our place to tell Chano who your mother was. Who you are.”

I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Goddesses. We wouldn’t. We would never—” gasps Naeve.

“I would,” Farrell says. “And I will if you don’t cut out this hypocritical bullshit. Do not take this out on them.”

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