Page 16 of Must Love Dragons
And that glower!Dark, smoldering, entirely too gorgeous – made her pulse thunder.
Her heart positively ached right now, but she pushed on.
“I can help,” she said.
His upper lip curled like she’d told him Brussels sprouts and liver were on the menu for dinner.“I don’t need your help, witch.”
Damn, he was infuriating.
“Iama witch.I can’t change that, and I wouldn’t want to even if I could.Just like you’re a dragon.You don’t have to like that I’m a witch, but if those warlocks are out there, you won’t get far on your own.”
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”He took a menacing step toward her but she remained in place, unfazed by his show of anger.
“I know that the magic that you were attacked with was dark.Verydark.The warlock essentially left a piece of himself in your wound, which prevented you from healing and allowed you to be tracked.We haven’t seen evidence of any warlocks around here, but that doesn’t mean they don’t know where you are.You might be a big dragon, but dark magic users are dangerous on a level you couldn’t possibly imagine.”
“I think I can imagine just fine,” he bit out.Then he slashed a hand through the air.“Why the hell would you want to help me anyway?”
She hesitated.Hehadto know they were truemates, so was he baiting her?
Well, she wasn’t going to bite on that damn hook, not right now.
“Because it’s the right thing to do.Why is that so hard to believe?”
“Because magic users always have an angle.”
She wanted to tell him that he was wrong because while dark magic users might only be looking for what could benefit them, she was a good magic user, and she’d been born to help others.Her protective magic specialty was made for situations like this.
Nysa meowed suddenly, appearing next to Kinsley.
She smiled down at her familiar and then looked at Zay.
“I heard what you said to your sister.If the warlocks who took your uncle are in the area, we need to find them before they find you.”
Something flickered in his gaze, a hint of hesitation before he clenched his jaw so hard a muscle ticked.
“Kinsley,” he said, testing her name like he wasn’t sure how it felt to say it.
A spark shot through her.
Hells bells she liked it when he said her name.
“I can track your uncle.We can go to the marina and see if anything turns up.I’ve got protection wards that will keep us safe while we’re searching.You’d be a fool to go alone when I’m offering to help.”
He stared at her.The tension in the air was as thick as fog.
She desperately wanted to close the distance between them and just touch him.She was pretty sure he could use a hug.
Even from a witch.
For a moment she thought he’d accept her help, but then he tilted his chin with a glare.“No.”
“No?”she asked, incredulously.
“I’ll find him on my own.”
“You’re an idiot.You might be healed but their magic took you down once and it will do it again.Your scales didn’t protect you the first time, why would you think you have a snowball’s chance in hell of succeeding against them?I don’t know why they took your uncle, but I can guess that it’s because of his blood, and they need it for rituals.And you’re planning to waltz right into their midst and… what?Offer your blood to them?Are youinsane?”She was aware her voice was getting higher and louder as she walked into the room, ending up toe to toe with him.
He was a foot taller than her.
