Page 10 of Must Love Dragons
But he couldn’t.
Magic users were bad.
He’d seen evidence of that in person and still bore the scars from the warlock’s attack.
Dark magic, good magic—it was all the same.
Bad.
And it was just fate’s terrible sense of humor that would try to match him with a magic user.He didnotaccept it in the slightest and this Kinsley female could just fuck all the way off.
Once he could figure out how to shift and get the hell away from her.
He tried to take a few steps but stumbled and needed to lean heavily on her.She squeaked under his weight but kept them both upright and he didnotadmire her tenacity.His dragon rumbled in approval.
He tried to protest he could get to the building on his own, but she scoffed and told him he was being an idiot.
And perhaps he was.He hated that he needed help, hated that his dragon liked her, and mostly hated that his body absolutely enjoyed having her plastered against his side.
Delaney rushed ahead and opened a Dutch door.He saw several cats and could feel the pulse of magic in the air as Kinsley helped him across the threshold.
His whole body ached with a new, fresh wave of pain that made his vision blur and his ears ring.He’d never been so hurt in his entire life and that included the battle that nearly killed him.
His thoughts flitted to his uncle, wondering if he was okay, and where those warlocks had taken him.
But then his legs gave out a second time, and he hit the floor with a groan.
Kinsley shouted his name, trying to keep him from face-planting, but it was useless.His body was not working, and the magic was doing whatever warlock magic did to dragons.
He tried to tell her that he’d been attacked by a warlock, but he couldn’t speak.
She called his name again and then told her friend to get help.
The last thought he had was that his damn dragon was purring again, very certain that Kinsley was going to help them, and they’d get to spend more time with her.
They were dying and his dragon was one hundred percent content.
But Zay?He was one thousand percent not okay with any of this.
As darkness swamped him once more, he could only hope that the female who called to his dragon would actually help him and not kill him while he was vulnerable.
What a strange and wholly unacceptable turn of events.
Note to self: If a dragon shifter crashes into your backyard, be prepared for a severe lack of gratitude.
Kinsley wasn’t sure where she got the final burst of strength, but she managed to keep Zay from hitting the tile floor with his face and instead set him on his side.
Flushed, she sat back on her heels and looked at Delaney.
“He hates witches.”
“Yeah, it’s weird, right?”Delaney asked.
She saw something on his back where the blanket he’d fashioned into a toga had come loose.
There were what looked like claw marks on his shoulder blade, but instead of a normal-looking scar, they were an odd silver color.
She touched them lightly and Zay stirred, muttering something under his breath but not waking.
