Page 45 of Chase Me

All three Wyverns dropped from the ceiling into a heap on the carpet.

“Oops. My bad,” Ciara said from behind him.

God, he loved her already.

Oh shit. He did. He loved her.

ALLWYR OR ALL WEIRD?

Once the three dragons had unraveled themselves from Ciara’s accidental plant trap, she saw how big and intimidating the other males were. Not that they were any bigger than Jakob, but the one they called Match was so grumpy like a grizzly bear that he seemed a lot bigger than he was.

Where Cage was built like a lithe muscular soccer player, Ky had that rough rugby player air about him, not to mention his dark skin and tribal tattoos. Cage and Ky were flirty and welcoming, Match was cranky and broody.

The four of them were currently in the middle of a heated discussion on whether fifty demon dragons constituted a pack or a horde. They traipsed outside to the garden and field where Jakob had battled those monsters, dragging her along.

The black stains on the ground were beginning to fade, and the ashy residue either combined with the dirt or blew away in the breeze.

This sight was part of why Ciara had agreed to stay with Jakob. For now. There was no way she could risk bringing thedemon dragons back to America where they would be able to attack her family and friends, who really were just her colleagues. It was horrible of her to imagine her mother running screaming from a snakelike creature in her pristine house, right?

There was another part of her that wanted to be here with him. Wanted badly to believe his story about destiny and being his mate.

It was the same part that had held out for him to ask her to stay instead of ordering her to. Stupid hopeless romantic.

She knew better than to act that way. But it had worked. He’d asked her, and she couldn’t say no.

There had to be some batshit crazy in her belfries.

Who decided to shack up with a kidnapping warrior dragon?

Her, that’s who.

She wasn’t sure now if she should head straight to pathetics anonymous or hit the wedding registry.

Maybe both.

The sun was burgeoning on the horizon, and the shadows where Ciara was sure the demons were hiding, rapidly shrank. Not that she thought Jakob or the other burly warriors would let anything happen to her. He hadn’t even let go of her hand since the other dragons had shown up. Besides, she knew better now how to defend herself against paranormal creatures.

Magic.

She even sounded crazypants to herself inside of her own damn head.

Match grumbled something, and the group gathered back inside the house near the secret entrance to Jakob’s lair. She felt his uncomfortableness with their proximity to his hidingspot. She didn't know much about dragons, but if there was any truth in the stories and fairy tales, a dragon's treasure was a closely guarded secret.

“If the relic is gone, and your supposed mate didn't take it, then we need to assess the problem with your security.” Match sure was being bossy. “We can't risk losing any other dragon lore from your lair. Just show us where it is.”

“I've already got Steele working on the problem.” Jakob's hand squeezed and released Ciara's like a pulse. Poor guy was going to turn her hand to pulp.

She could tell them about how Mrs. Bohacek just appeared, but none of them were really listening to her anyway. They were way wrapped up in being alphaholes.

They continued to work out their own problems, while she tried to figure out what she was going to tell her mother about not coming home. She hadn't had a vacation in forever, she was due. She'd simply just have to call and say she was taking an extended leave of absence. Wes could take care of most of her accounts anyway. He had a real knack with the brides. It was that million-dollar smile and the panty melting wink he had.

Even Ciara had fallen for it.

Maybe she’d just email her mother. Avoid the drama llama.

But what was she going to say to Wes? Sorry about our date, and hope you had fun at the club the other night?

Yeah, that didn't sound bitter or anything.

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