Page 140 of Centaur Bolt

Tyrez nodded. “We will scout it out,” he said. “If they are still there, we’ll come at them like hell itself.” He vanished through the door, and the tall Bellati I didn’t know went with him. When it closed behind them, only Cas and Eli remained.

“Okay,” Cara said. “Time to carry through on our promise. Let’s get that cursed collar off.” She gestured toward Havoc’s neck. “I sense your little friend. She will have to come away until we are done.”

Havoc glared at her. “She stays with me.”

The Watcher shook her head. “The power backlash will be significant. She’ll be safer off you.”

The Dragon reached up to his neck—and the little furry creature I’d seen before stepped out onto his hand.

“A Webspinner!” Cara exclaimed in delight. “Her energy was unusual—I couldn’t quite place it. They are the most wonderful little beings.”

Havoc raised his brow in surprise. “Most fear them.”

“My kind fear nothing that walks or swims or flies,” Cara said with a smile.

He placed his hand on the table, but the Webspinner rotated on his arm—and then launched directly for me.

Before I could even think about it, my hand shot out. When she hit my boob, legs flailing, I folded my hand around her fuzzy body and held her.

A few hairs vibrated free, but I helped her scramble up my chest to my shoulder. Then my eyes rose.

Havoc’s coppery gaze shifted from the Webspinner to me.

“I have her,” I said.

“I know.” His voice had, if anything, gone a full octave deeper. “Her name is Fang.”

My heart flipped right over.

It told me the truth of it. I was pretty sure I loved Marcus. But I loved this grumpy Dragon, too.

Dammit.

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Havoc

When Riley cradled Fang in her arms, I met her gaze. And my entire world spun to a halt.

Something deep within me screamed that I was so fucking screwed. And I was pretty damn sure it had nothing to do with either my monster or my beast.

At least the Centaur bastard had fled the scene. Been pretty sure that he wouldn’t be pleased with the change in status. Yielding to me was one thing when it was beast to beast.

Quite another when it involved my Dreambitch.

MyDreambitch? Dammit.

A part of me wished he’d stayed. Be damned if I was going to let a woman interfere with my master plan. As soon as this collar was removed, my new life could begin.

Of course, the collar removal was only phase one. As long as Brock and the Isobitch were flying free, I wouldn’t be. I’d have to lay low until they were taken care of.

The Watcher approached and gestured to the floor. They’d pushed back the furniture to clear space. The floorboards had long, black streaks radiating out from the center, as if they’d been scorched.

“Sit,” she requested.

“The other Watcher—” Riley began.

“She’s resting,” Bess answered. “But it was a close call. That damned bloodmagic is toxic to us.”

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