Page 18 of Defy Me

Don't be dicks. Just show me where to land. I mean no one any harm.

Said dicks responded as dickishly as they could. Green vines burst up out of the ground like a fucking bean stalk aiming for his jack-ass. The first one narrowly missed smacking him in the chest and he disintegrated the other with a burst of flames. A third and fourth vine split off from the other, but this time with giant thorns on it. The two dragons careened toward him boxing him in on all sides. The vines aimed straight for his wings and he had no where to go to avoid getting captured.

That was going to fucking hurt. More thorny vines sprouted around him so Jett curled in on himself, tucking Yvaine's carrier under him as best he could to protect her from the brunt of the attack. The vines struck, piercing his wings and dragged them toward the ground. Fuck, fuck, fuck. At this angle he'd crush Yvaine under him.

Jett? It feels like pins are pricking me in the arm. What's happening?

Jett pulled in a deep breath. He'd fry every one of these mother fuckers for not listening. Their arrogance was going to get Yvaine killed. The vines wrapped themselves more tightly around him and one of the greens pounced onto his back, pushing him down and crashing through the wards. The blast of magic from the protective barrier shot through him before he could blow the green dragons and their plants out of the sky, knocking all of the wind out of him. He shot toward the ground like a meteor. If he didn't squash her to death under him, the collision would kill her.

Stop. You'll kill her and then I'll have to kill you.Jett twisted his body, trying like hell to get under Yvaine thinking he could maybe absorb some of the impact. The ground was coming up too fast and he only made it just to his side.

Hold on, babe. This is going to be a bumpy landing.Jett closed his eyes tight and hoped for the best.

Just then, the best showed up.

A strong wind grabbed him before they hit the ground and carried them over to a big pile of hay. The golden stalks swirled in the breeze and softened the landing, cradling the two of them. The vines around him shrank and disintegrated into nothing more than blades of grass, releasing his wings. He slid down the haystack and quickly let go of Yvaine's carrier so he didn't roll over her on his way to the ground. She tumbled out and ended up directly on top of him. His form shifted back to human at her touch and he sat up cupping her head in his lap.

He examined her and she looked pale, but was still breathing and alive. He brushed hay and hair away from her face and her eyelashes fluttered open. Those brilliant lavender eyes stared up at him like he was some kind of savior. In that brief moment, he wanted to be that for her.

He couldn't though. Jett had other work to do and the sooner he remembered that and got Yvaine, and her beautiful eyes, lush body, hilarious fashion sense, and her magic, out of his life, the sooner he could get back to breaking the curse and freeing his brethren. Please let him have made the right choice in bringing her to the Green Wyvern. Yvaine breathed out a soft sigh and closed her eyes again.

A second of panic made his heart skip a beat. That wasn't her last breath ever was it? No. Her chest rose and fell and the tiniest bit of color seeped into her cheeks. Thank the First Dragon.

Which was something he'd never even thought, much less meant ever before. He was going to do something else he hadn't before right now. Ask for help. "Wyvern, Ciara. Yvaine needs your help."

A curvy blonde he'd always had quite the crush on ran over to them and squatted down beside him. "Jett? What are you doing here?"

"Yes, black dragon rogue. What are you doing here?" The alpha voice of Jakob Zeleny rang through Jett. If he'd been a green dragon, he'd be cowering for the Wyvern. Jett bowed to no man or dragon.

"Trying not to let your fucktard guard kill this woman. You need to get those asshole's hearing aids. I told them I wasn't here to harm anyone." Bastards. They definitely needed their dinner poisoned later. Just enough to give them a bad case of the shits.

Jakob didn't look one wit bothered by Jett's reprimand and the two green dragons continued to circle overhead looking smug. "Their duty to protect the Green Wyr stronghold and my mate. Both are very enthusiastic about their jobs."

The ever lovely Ciara rolled her eyes at her mate and kissed him on the cheek. "Tell your dragons good job, Jakey-poo, but maybe they could remember next time that Jett is our ally.

Jakob folded his arms across his chest. "He's not."

"I saved your stupid life and that of your mate's. You owe me, Greenie-poo." Ciara wouldn't even be here if Jett hadn't protected her from the demon dragons. Granted he'd wanted her for his own at the time and certainly hadn't intended it to be helpful to Jakob. No one but Geshtianna knew that. She was the one who'd told him Ciara was a dragon's mate and where to find her. She'd told the Black Dragon the same thing.

"I let you live just now. That repays any debt I have to you."

"Not even close." No way. Jett was counting on calling in those favors when he broke the curse. As much as he hated to admit it. He was going to need the dragon warriors help to defeat his father.

Ciara held out her hands and the tiniest of snowflakes sparkled around her fingers. "Now, gentlemen. Maybe you can get your rulers out and measure later. First let's help Jett's friend into the house where she'll be more comfortable than rolling around in the hay."

There he was being a fucking dumbass again. He'd been ready to up and fist fight Jakob over a few words and Yvaine was lying in his lap probably dying. One more reason, besides the fact that he didn't have a soul, that there was no way he could ever be mated to any woman. He stood and lifted Yvaine into his arms. "Jakob. She is hurt. I was sent here because you can heal her."

Jakob nodded and Ciara indicated that Jett should follow her. The entered the house, and god damn, these Wyverns had a lot of fucking money if the size of the rooms and the fancy furniture and decorations were any indication. He was almost afraid to touch anything for fear of getting it dirty. Except that might be fun. Place needed a little filthying up. It was way too pristine and and shiny and bright

"Lay her down over here. Have she been able to shift to heal herself at all?" Ciara flicked her hand and a soft cloth floated in from the kitchen.

Jett laid Yvaine on the dark green couch and gently slid a weird little tubular pillow behind her head. "No. She doesn't seem to know what she is. I don't think she was raised in our world or by anyone who knows about the paranormal at all. She mentioned that she didn't know who or where her people were and she doesn't have any idea how her own powers work."

Ciara nodded and then dabbed the cloth at the smears of silver slime that had spattered from Yvaine's wound to her face, neck, and arms. "Welcome to the club then."

Jakob knelt beside Ciara and blew a long stream of green smoke first over Yvaine's face and then again at the wound in her chest. Jett clenched and released his fists. He didn't like Jakob being that close to Yvaine even if he was healing her with his Dragon's breath. He paced back and forth never taking his eyes off Yvaine. He couldn't tell if the stupid Wyvern was healing her or not.

Ciara glanced over at Jett and a cool mist swirled around him. Just like that his anger and frustration, worry and fear, slipped down from the danger zone to a manageable hum in the back of his mind. He raised an eyebrow at Ciara and she smiled back at him. "I've been practicing. Feel better?"

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