Page 30 of Her Fierce Dragon
“Do you see her?” Willow crept around him, her body sliding against his. She ducked underneath his arm. She nestled her body in front of his so she could see.
“I don’t see any signs of her.” He glanced around and saw the shifter they held captive come through the brush on the other side of the clearing. He walked alongside another man, taller and lankier than him.
The leader.
Feno could tell by the way the man carried himself that he was the one leading the rogues. He memorized the man’s face, certain he would be seeing him again.
“Where are they going?” Willow murmured.
The two men headed toward the cave.
“We need to get closer,” he announced, but Willow was already moving. He cursed at her boldness and strode across the clearing, easily catching up to her.
They walked around the fighting wolves and directly toward the cave.
Not one’s eye turned to them. They made their way to where the shifter and the leader had disappeared. He moved his body in front of hers, and they stood at the mouth of the cave.
“Stay behind me,” he murmured, entwining their fingers together. He didn’t wait for her response and pulled her behind him.
He wished he would be able to have his sense of smell while in the memory. That would help him locate where they were.
The cave was dark, but his shifter eyes allowed him to see. They moved farther into it. The sounds of voices echoed through the air.
“You won’t get away with this,” Delia threatened.
“Shut your mouth, witch,” a voice growled low. The leader. “I’m getting paid good money to move you, but not enough to kill ya!”
Willow’s hand tightened around his. It was a good thing that the shifter had standards, Feno thought sarcastically. The people paying him must not want her dead. But why would she need to be out of the way, only to be given a chance to let her come back?
“My granddaughter will?—”
“I said shut up!” the leader screamed.
They finally came into view of Delia and the two shifters. The elder witch sat on the dirty ground, her arms tied behind her back. She was disheveled in appearance, but Feno could see the defiance in the set of her jaw. She glared at the shifters.
“I don’t give a damn about your granddaughter. Without you around, she’ll be banned from your coven, and it will be ruled by the person who should have been in control.”
Feno growled, his dragon begging to go after the leader. Willow moved to his side so she could see around him. A gasp escaped her, and she took in her grandmother’s appearance.
Soon, he promised his beast. Soon.
“Well, her mate will rain down the fires of Hell on you for what you have done,” Delia promised.
The witch shifted her eyes toward them, and Feno would have sworn that a flicker of recognition flared in her eyes before she turned back to the shifter.
“What are you looking at over there?” the shifter demanded, glancing their way for a brief moment before turning back to her. “There ain’t nothing over there but darkness and rocks.”
Delia saw them.
Feno was sure of it.
Willow gaspedas her eyes flew open. She pulled her hand back from the shifter and looked around, finding Jodos and Vander staring at her in amazement.
“Did you find what we need?” Vander asked quietly.
“We did. I think I know where they were holding Delia. Not sure if they’re still there, but I know where we need to go.” Feno stood from where he had knelt next to Willow.
“What the—?” the shifter sputtered, coming to. He blinked before his gaze settled on the dragons around him. He fought and kicked to be free from Vander’s hold.
