Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
It wasn’t much, but it was the best he could do for now.
“Yesuntei?” Shawn began after they’d fallen silent for several minutes.
“You can call me Teitei, like Tyche,” she said.
Tyche narrowed his eyes at Shawn and swallowed a growl as he imagined the too-handsome man smiling at her. Yeah, everyone thought Yesuntei was sweet and pretty. They were all drawn in by her girlish looks.
“Thank you, Teitei,” Shawn replied.
Did his voice get deeper and softer? What the fuck?
“Can I ask where you were when you were taken?”
Okay, maybe that was an important question. Tyche was willing to give Shawn that much. He wasn’t being flirty for the sake of flirting.
“Um…” Yesuntei shifted where she was seated on the floor. She’d long ago pulled her arm into her cell and now had her back pressed to the stone wall while leaning the right side of her body on the bars. “I think…yes, I was near the north docks in Bellcairn. I’d booked a cabin on a ship that was heading to Zastrad.”
“Zastrad?” Shawn gasped.
“Well, the ship was going to Uris-Oladul, but from there I was planning to grab another boat to the Zastrad coast.”
“Do you think this means that we’re still in Bellcairn?” Tyche cut in before Shawn could start asking questions about why Yesuntei was going to Zastrad. No one went to that country. However, Yesuntei spent most of her time in Zastrad or Ilon because there were lots of peaceful spots with tiny settlements of people. That allowed her to get what she needed to enjoy life without spending too much time surrounded by people. Interacting with people too much was dangerous for her. Those kidnapping bastards must have grabbed her during her trek from Ilon to Zastrad.
“Maybe. It’s hard to say,” Shawn hedged. “Just like us, they could have drugged her and loaded her up on a truck. We could be in the middle of nowhere.”
Tyche grunted and slouched against the wall. “Doesn’t matter.”
The important thing was to escape. What waited for them outside these cold white walls was a problem they would tackle after they were free.
“Ty?” Yesuntei called.
“Yeah?”
“You won’t leave me behind, right? When it comes time to escape.”
Tyche smiled at the sleepy sound of her voice. She seemed so sweet and innocent. In many ways, she was, but he also knew that she had the power to scare the humans to death. Literally.
“No, I won’t leave you behind. I promise.”
“We’re taking you with us,” Shawn echoed.
Something inside Tyche’s chest unwound, and he took a full breath for the first time since Yesuntei had been brought into their cellblock. Shawn had no idea who he was talking to. No clue as to what she was capable of. And part of Tyche prayed that he never found out. Yet, Shawn was still vowing to save her life. Tyche might not trust Shawn, but he believed that deep down, he was a decent person. He hoped the man would survive what was coming.
CHAPTER 13
Adrian Westergren
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
Haru looked like walking sex.
The damn dragon had always given off an aura of unrelenting, raw sexiness, but at that moment, the sight of him was reducing Adrian’s working brain cells to useless sludge. The few that were still firing demanded he haul Haru off to the bedroom and suck his cock.
How was he supposed to keep his hands to himself?
No! How was he supposed to keep other people from touching the dragon?
Without thinking, Adrian flicked his wrist, and a small silver dagger appeared at his fingertips. He was going to need to slit a lot of throats tonight.
“Mmmm, my Adrian,” Haru purred as he strode across the room to stand in front of him. He wrapped his long fingers around Adrian’s hand, trapping the blade in their hands before lifting it to his face. With a devilish smirk, Haru stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the flat of the knife, all while holding Adrian’s ardent gaze. “You look ready to kill someone if they dare speak to me.”
In an instant, Adrian became painfully hard. His lips parted, and he knew with his next words, he’d beg Haru to fuck him.
Thankfully, they weren’t alone.
A weary sigh cut through the room. Adrian jerked as if waking from Haru’s sexy spell. The dagger in his hand disappeared, while Haru’s seductive expression dissolved into one of extreme annoyance.
“Haru, you are perfect. You’ve got the entitled, sexy air that you need,” Vitor stated from where he was sitting in a plum-colored chair. “Adrian, you scream assassin. Sexy assassin, sure, but we need useless, pouty, spoiled fuckboy. Not competent and deadly. You need to be able to move easily through the party without people paying much attention to you.”
Adrian locked eyes with Haru, and he could tell the dragon read his irritation because his lips moved as if he were trying to hide his amusement. Adrian sucked in a deep breath through his nose and held it. As he released it, he relaxed his facial features and loosened his entire body, one limb at a time, into an indulgent slouch that left him clinging to Haru just to remain upright. The final touch was jutting his bottom lip out and fluttering his eyelashes at Haru.