Page 37 of Must Love Dragons
“Ah, she’s awake,” a male said as he came to stand in front of her.
He looked to be in his thirties, with windswept brown hair and a scar on one cheek that pulled the corner of his mouth up into a crooked smile.
“What do you want with me?”she asked.
“Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not.What do you want with me?”
Others joined them, all males, wearing all black.They all had runes tattooed onto the backs of their hands, and she recognized the marks as dark magic that allowed them to perform spells any good witch or warlock wouldn’t touch with a thousand-foot pole.
The male who appeared to be the leader spoke again.“You prevented us from capturing the dragon, so we brought you with us to ensure that he’d come looking for you.We wanted him, but we’ll take you too.”
“Take me?What do you mean?”
He squatted down, his eyes gleaming darkly.“We need his blood.The only reason we’ve kept his relative alive is because we knew he’d be searching for him.”The male cupped her face, and she tried to jerk out of his hold but she couldn’t get away from his touch.“We’ll use his blood to turn you to dark magic.Your fire magic will be an incredible addition to our coven.”
Horror filled her.
“Never.I’ll never turn to dark magic.”
One of the others smirked.“You don’t know how powerful dragon blood is.You won’t be able to resist the change.”
The first male finally let go of her and she rubbed her chin on her shoulder as a shudder wove through her.
She stared up at them.There were a handful in front of her, and she suspected there were more outside the warehouse, standing guard and watching for Zay.
“You don’t have to do this, just let me go.Please.”
“Nah,” the first one said.The others laughed and walked out, talking quietly about the spells they’d cast with Zay’s blood.
Tears stung her eyes, and she lowered her head, breathing through the panic that was clawing at her.
“Th-they’re selling our blood but they’re also amassing it for a big spell.”
Her head jerked to the side and she saw Rorik staring at her through bloodshot eyes.
He looked half dead.
Hollow cheeks, dark circles under his eyes, and an ashen pallor to his skin.
“I’m Kinsley.You’re Rorik?”
He licked his cracked lips.“Yeah.You know my nephew?”
“We’re truemates.”
His brow rose and he winced.“You’re a witch?”
“Good magic, I swear.”
His eyes closed for a moment, and he let out what sounded a hell of a lot to her like a death rattle.Then he opened his eyes and said, “I know you’re good, Kinsley.I’ve been with these assholes for days.They’re the ones who killed our people.I wanted vengeance.I got captured.And then they hurt Zay.I never meant for that to happen I just wanted revenge for what they took from me.”
“I understand.Zay was really angry too.”She leaned her head back against the pillar and looked up at the beams that crossed from one side of the building to the other.“He’ll come for us.”
“I hope so.If they capture him, they’ll kill him and me, and they’ll turn you to darkness.”
She shivered.“Do you know what they want your blood for?”
