Page 20 of Must Love Dragons
His dragon’s instincts were screaming otherwise.
He ran a hand through his hair and sat back against the seat.
“We need a plan,” she said.
“No,Ineed a plan.”
“You can’t go against warlocks, Zay.Especially not warlocks that are using dark magic.Do you not get how close you were to dying earlier?And I still never got that damned thank you.”
He bit back a smile.She was so damn feisty.
“Thank you.”
“If I have to ask for a thank you then it doesn’t really mean as much.”
“You literally asked me two times to say thank you.So now I have.Are you ever satisfied?”
“I’m very hard to please,” she said.She gave him a serious look for a moment and then she smiled as she turned her gaze to the windshield.“But I’m very worth it.”
He bet she was.
“Anyway,” he said.“I’m not alone.I have other clan members and I can meet with them and we can find my uncle.I’ll search for him as I did before, by scent.”
“You have no idea how dangerous a coven of warlocks messing with black magic can be.You need allies.”
“Are you talking about your coven?”he asked, wary.
“Yes.”
“Hell no.”
“Why on earth won’t you trust me, Zay?”she demanded.She stopped at the back of the rescue and turned to face him, her gaze pleading.“Tell me what happened to your clan.Tell me why warlocks took your uncle and nearly killed you.And mostly, tell me why you hate me so much.”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Could have fooled me.”
He clenched his jaw.She wanted answers, and he’d never shared his past with anyone.He had every intention of shutting her down, but the way she was looking at him?Like he was everything she’d ever wanted in the world, and she wanted to help him at any cost.
It was messing with his head.
He got out of the car and shut the door, scanning the yard to make sure he didn’t pick up signs of anyone watching them.
Magic users were bad.
They took and they killed and they destroyed.
But Kinsley had risked herself to save his life.
She got out of the car and moved toward him slowly like he was a frightened pup that might spook.
“You don’t want to get involved.”
“It’s too late for that.You crashed into the rescue’s backyard, and I saved your life.I’m already involved.”
“You helped me, and I appreciate it.But this isn’t your fight.”
The scent of fire still clung to her, sweet and wild, and his dragon rumbled in response.
