Page 3 of Must Love Dragons
Delaney filled him in.
“That’s awesome.Word seems to be getting around about your agency.”
“It’s definitely cool,” Kinsley said.“I told them they could come up any time and that we could also schedule a visit at the Magic Emporium.”
“Mother Gibson would love that,” Delaney said.
Brody looked at his phone.“Venice is ready to clock out for the day so I’m going to run over to the station and check in with him.”
“Hey, be careful out there.Kinsley’s feeling like something is coming.”
“Something good I hope?”he asked.
She shrugged.“I would hope so too, but no clue.”
“I’ll keep my head on a swivel, don’t worry.”Delaney walked him out to say goodbye and Kinsley finished up her tasks so she and Nysa could head home.
To the empty, quiet house.
Maybe Delaney was right and the strangesomething-is-comingfeelings were about her finally finding her truemate.
Wouldn’t that be something?
If fate was finally ready to bring her truemate home.
Zayvien Vohn stood behind the counter of his clan’s bookstore, Ember & Ink, and watched the few patrons milling around the shop.
He was uneasy and he couldn’t really figure out why.
Well, he knew part of the reason—his Uncle Rorik had disappeared overnight in his deranged attempt to get revenge for their fallen clan members.He’d been on the warpath for the last two years since warlocks had come for them, hunting dragons like prized game.Dragon blood was a coveted resource for magic users, and his family and clan had paid the price for it.
Zay had lost nearly everyone in his family save for Rorik and his younger sister Lyra.Two other clan members had fled to safety with them, and that was all that was left of the Vohn Clan.
The soft murmur of voices and the rustle of paper quietly filled the bookstore, in sharp contrast to the storm that churned in his gut.He hated being on edge, hated the restless energy that clawed at him from the inside.He felt like he was coming apart at the seams.
Lyra was talking to a woman with a young child about a picture book.Her smile should have been infectious, but Zay wasn’t feeling much like smiling.
He needed to know where his uncle was before he got himself killed.
Movement near the back of the store caught his attention, and his sharp gaze zeroed in on a young male who had just stepped inside.At first glance, there wasn’t anything remarkable about him.He was young, maybe fifteen, with dark curly hair and a thin frame.But the second Zay inhaled, he knew.
Magic.
Zay’s entire body tensed and his dragon roared in his head, demanding action.Magic users were not welcome in his bookstore or anywhere near his clan.He was over the counter and across the floor in a heartbeat, moving faster than human eyes could track.
The boy was startled when Zay loomed over him.
“You must be lost,” Zay said, his voice low and filled with menace.
The boy swallowed audibly.“I was just looking.”
He snarled, his fangs elongating.He was about to order the boy to leave before hemade him leavewhen Lyra’s soft voice cut through the roaring in his head.
“Zay, stop.”She pushed the young male behind her and stood toe to toe with Zay.
“He’s a warlock,” Zay murmured, glaring at the boy who stood wide-eyed and shocked behind Lyra.
“I know,” she said.“Butthis kiddidn’t harm anyone we know.And perhaps not all magic users are bad.”
