Page 48 of Bewitching the Dragon
She finally focused on Rahu, who was shouting at her. He lifted his bound wrists, and she realized he wanted her to cut the ropes. With an almost dismissive wave of her hand, the butcher knife flew across the room toward him. Rahu winced but held his ground, and the blade sawed through the bindings.
As soon as he was free, he shifted into dragon form, which was breathtaking to behold but also pretty much destroyed this wing of the house, since he was way too big even for the eight-foot ceilings.
The warlock who was holding Pacey apparently had a fear of dragons, because he released her and started to run. Rahu plucked him up in his powerful jaws and shook him like a rag doll before dropping him at Becca’s feet. She grabbed his head and twisted, breaking his neck.
Pacey had rushed to Argyle’s side, and with her arm around his waist, she was half-dragging him away from the chaos. At least he was still alive.
Becca hoped he’d stay that way, because she had a hella lot of questions and, clearly, he was the one with all the answers.
Before she could focus on that, though, she had a warlock to kill.
“Okay, you know what?” the warlock said. “I’m sick of this shit. I admit, it was fun toying with you, but you’ve killed my three closest, er…I wouldn’t exactly call them friends, but, well, we played some damn good music together. And now I have to find new band mates, and that really annoy—”
Becca flung a ball of white light into his chest. He screamed. She honestly wasn’t sure how she did it, but hey, whatever worked at this point.
But then he threw a ball of red light at her, and, damn it all, that shithurt.
A growling noise caught her attention and she looked up. The dragon held something in his mouth.
The jewel-encrusted blade.
She snagged it from between his jaws. Her hand flared with that bright white light as soon as she wrapped her fingers around the handle.
She flung it across the room.
The blade hit the warlock in the chest. White light exploded from the point of impact, growing in intensity until his entire body glowed for a few seconds, and then it disappeared as if it had been snuffed out.
Just like his life.
He dropped to the floor, his eyes wide and staring at nothing at all.
Rahu shifted back to human form and caught Becca as the adrenaline drained from her limbs and her legs suddenly were no longer able to hold her upright.
“I got you,” he whispered, lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. She pressed her ear against the heart steadily beating there, closed her eyes, and promptly passed out.
Chapter Fifteen
She slept for sixteen hours straight. And Rahu watched her the entire time.
Okay, maybe not the entire time, since he had been exhausted and a little worse for wear himself. He’d needed shut-eye too.
Still, he didn’t leave her side, whether he was asleep or awake.
So, of course, he was the first thing she saw when she finally opened her eyes. And then she smiled. And then she rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs and kissed him as though she really did, well, care.
She broke the kiss to paw at his clothes, tugging his T-shirt over his head and then trying to shove his shorts down his legs. “Hey,” he said, “maybe we should—”
“Later,” she commanded, and who the hell was he to argue? Especially when she sank down onto his shaft and began rotating her hips just so and, gods above, he swore he saw fireworks exploding behind his eyelids.
Hell, he probably did. She was a freaking god, after all. She could make all kinds of shit happen.
When they were once again lying side by side, gasping for breath and too sated to move, she said, “I’m starved.”
He laughed. “Déjà vu.”
She glanced around the room. “We’re at your friend’s mansion? How did we get here?”
“We flew. Pacey’s house is pretty much destroyed—sorry about that, by the way.”
