Page 39 of Her Fierce Dragon
No, in his place stood an evil man, one she didn’t know.
He was the Lunar Coven’s traitor.
“You have disgraced the family name, Willow King,” Tade sneered and paced in front of her. “My dearly departed sister would be ashamed to know that you conspired to kill her after everything she had done for you.”
Willow’s heart shattered to pieces at her uncle’s words. She knew her grandmother was nearby, listening to everything, but Willow couldn’t move. She kept her eyes trained on him because she didn’t want to see the pity in the eyes of the local coven. All this time, she had assumed it was Mystia who’d wanted to take over the coven. She had been looking at the wrong person. If it hadn’t been for him standing in front of her, she would never have believed that he, her uncle, her blood, would have been the one who’d conspired to get rid of her and her grandmother.
“I would like to thank the Bright Moon Coven for capturing my niece. I shall make sure that she receives the punishment?—”
“You won’t be taking Willow anywhere,” Delia’s voice broke through the quietness.
Tade’s head whipped around at the sound of his sister’s voice.
“Delia!” He turned to find Delia striding toward him with Feno, Vander, and Jodos behind her. “She was the one?—”
“Silence, brother!” Delia snapped, stopping in front of him. “I know you’ve been plotting for years to take me out.”
Feno made his way to her side, signaling to Sunny for the chains to come off her. Willow could feel his animal was close and that his dragon didn’t like seeing her in chains.
Sunny quietly moved behind Willow and undid the chains and handcuffs. Tade’s head swiveled in her direction at the sound. Evil spewed from his glare, and he strode toward her.
“She is to blame for all of this!” he screamed, raising his hand. His hand glowed a powerful light, and he aimed his power at her.
Willow closed her eyes and braced for the pain she was sure was to come.
But it never did.
She opened her eyes and found Feno standing in front of her. From behind him, smoke rose from him. He had stepped in and taken the painful ray of energy for her. Chaos broke out around them. Tade tried to make his escape, but the elder man couldn’t outrun the two dragon shifters who caught him.
“Feno!” she cried out.
He stumbled, his knees giving out. He crashed to the ground with a grunt. She knelt beside him on the ground, smoke rising from his shirt that lay in tatters on his burnt flesh.
“Willow.” Through the pain, he opened his eyes to meet hers. “Are you okay?”
“Oh my God! Why would you step in front of that energy burst?” she cried out, brushing his hair from his face.
“Because you’re my mate and I’ll always protect you.”
Her eyes filled with tears while her heart filled with love for her fierce dragon, always wanting to protect her.
“Are you hurt?” she asked and moved his torn shirt aside so she could assess his injuries.
Her attention was grabbed by her uncle’s shouts. Vander continued to wrestle him to the ground. The other witches were placing the same handcuffs that were on Willow on her uncle. Her grandmother would deal with him. Tade would have to answer to the High Witches Council for his conspiracy to get rid of Delia. They would decide his fate.
She turned her eyes back to Feno, concerned he was injured by the energy. If it would have hit her, she would have been burned badly from the bolt of energy.
“No. It was no more than walking through fire. I’ll be healed in a few hours’ time. The force of the power just knocked the breath from me.” Feno moved to sit up with a wince.
“Maybe you shouldn’t move,” she instructed, afraid he was hiding the amount of pain he was in.
“Let me up, woman,” he growled with a twinkle in his eyes. “We have plenty of time for you to keep me on my back. Now, I just want to take my girl home so I can make an honest woman out of her.”
She smiled and moved out of his way so he could stand. He tore the tattered shirt from his body and pulled her to him.
“Yes, my fierce dragon. Take me home and make me yours.”
Willow couldn’t stop laughing.She couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard at Vander and Feno bantering back and forth between each other. She glanced over at Faye, Vander’s mate, and shook her head.
