Page 23 of Her Fierce Dragon
The scene faded from her eyes, and she slumped against Feno’s hard chest, her breaths coming fast and hard.
“Are you okay?” Feno asked gently, turning her in his arms.
She nodded and stared over at an impressed Vander, who then eyed her with concern etched on his face.
“I’m good. She was here, and she did as I knew she would. She left her blood here for me to find her. We’re not that many days behind her.”
“You’re grandmother knew we’d be tracking her,” Feno murmured against the crown of her head. He pulled her to him. He wrapped her in his arms and squeezed tight.
“I saw one of the shifters,” she announced, easing back from him to gaze up into his eyes.
“Really?”
“Yes. One of them was the drunk you fought at the bar.”
Feno stood outside the car.Vander made his way to stand beside them. He tapped on the roof, signaling for Winston to drive off.
“You hang out here?” Vander asked, his eyebrow raised.
“Let’s go,” Feno growled.
The bar didn’t look like much on the outside, but it was for paranormals. He sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead in one of the human nightclubs.
“If Willow’s right, the shifter she saw in her vision frequents this bar. It’s time to find Delia so Willow and I can complete our mating. Her grandmother should be there for the celebration.”
Vander’s eyes narrowed in understanding. He, too, had refused to mate with Faye until Gamair had been destroyed and she was safe from danger.
The Kelmyar brothers stalked toward the building. Humans on the sidewalk scattered out of their way. Feno grabbed the handle of the door to the bar and flung it open.
He could already feel the energy in the air. They approached security.
Brick glared at Feno and Vander. They came to a halt in front of him.
“Didn’t I just throw you out of here the other day?” Brick growled. The bear shifter’s eyes narrowed on Feno.
Little did the bear shifter know, Feno was getting in the bar one way or another.
“I’m here with my brother. We just want to have a drink.” Feno’s eyes didn’t waver from the bear.
“I’ve got my eye on you, Feno,” Brick growled, stepping to the side.
Feno brushed past the bear, letting his gaze linger before he turned toward the bar. It was crowded for a weekday.
“I see my older brother is the life of the party here,” Vander noted dryly. He took in the bar.
They made their way through the crowd that parted for them.
“Last fight wasn’t my fault. The shifter we’re looking for tried to cut in on me and Willow. He wanted me to give her to him.”
His brother growled. They headed for the bar.
“Let me guess. You had your tongue down her throat and he thought she was just a little morsel up for the offering?”
Feno’s eyes shot to Vander’s. His brother had read right through the situation.
“Something like that.”
“There’s Jodos.” Vander pointed over to the end of the bar and headed in their friend’s direction.
