Page 82 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“We were not always warlords.” I flash my fangs. “In lives long ago, we fought side by side.”
“It seems like you’re doing it now.” My mate curls her lips at the corners.
“Dante is exploding things,” I respond as the first blast takes place. “That will never change.”
I trail my claws through her hair, down her cheek, and under her chin.
“But you.” I gaze into her eyes. “You changed everything.”
SCARLETT
The way Dexx looks at me, I want to have his ability to read thoughts, even though he can’t read mine. I want to understand what he’s thinking.
I want to know this Sarkarnii. I want him to be part of my life. Now I carry his babies, there’s no going back to Earth. Not that going back to Earth was an option I thought would be on the cards.
But what I don’t want is to lose Dexx to anything or anyone. He belongs to me now. I am not going to let weird cockroaches or mechanical professors take him from me.
“Wait here,” Dexx says quietly as the walls are rocked by multiple explosions.
“Where are you going?” I grab at his wrist, but my hand doesn’t even come close to encircling it.
“I’m going to catch the pit-rat who thinks he can threaten my mate and get away with it,” Dexx says, and his eye is steel.
He means Dalsor.
“Don’t do anything you might regret.” I release his wrist, as if my holding it would have stopped Dexx doing anything at all.
“I have no regrets, my sweet mate,” he rasps. “Other than I wish I’d met you a long time ago.”
For a huge creature, Dexx can move fast, and before I can reply, he has darted out of the alcove and into the sector. I peer out, but smoke is beginning to descend from the ceiling of the sector, and it’s making me cough.
Dexx might have told me to stay put, but I’m risking being choked by the acrid cloud, and eyes streaming, I dart out of the alcove we were in, down the passage, and take an immediate right into some clearer air.
I rather wish I had a weapon when I come face to face with Dalsor. Only he isn’t looking at me. It’s as if he can’t see anything. His body is upright, rigid, unmoving.
I back away until I hit something solid.
“I know. I know you said to stay where I was, Dexx,” I say with a sigh of relief as I turn to find myself face to face with Drex.
His face is twisted into a snarl.
“You!” I take a step back, but he grabs my wrist.
“Me,” he growls.
“You said…everyone said…Dalsor…”
“Appearances can be deceptive,” Drex says, and his face flickers weirdly until it morphs into Dalsor’s and then, horribly, into Dexx’s, before returning to what I can only assume is his own.
I attempt to shake myself free, but while his grip is nothing like Dexx’s, Drex is significantly larger and stronger than me.
“Let go. You don’t want to get hurt,” I say evenly as the smoke swirls around us and I start to cough.
“Nothing can hurt me, not even Lord Dexx,” Drex snarls. “I have everything I will ever need, right here, in my grip.”
He drags me against him and he’s cold to the touch, not hot like Dexx.
“Whatare you?” I gasp.
