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I’ve always had to work hard.

Sure, I have a treasure horde like most Dragons. But I hardly ever touch it.

I wonder now if I should mention that to Casey.

Does she care about material things? Does money even matter to her?

All things I plan to find out.

It’s while my mind is wandering, thinking about everything and nothing, that it hits me again.

Harder this time.

A pulse of heat, sharp and jarring, runs down my spine like a bolt of lightning.

My Dragon stills, then growls.

Not playful.

Not teasing.

But lethal.

Something’s wrong.

My head snaps up. I can’t explain it, but I know. My mate. My Casey. She's in danger.

“Fuck,” I growl, tossing the brush aside. I don’t say a word to Jed.

I scale the fence like it’s nothing and bolt for my truck, already thumbing my phone.

Max answers on the first ring. “Zeke?”

“She’s in trouble,” I bite out. “Casey. I don’t know how, but something’s wrong. I feel it.”

There’s no hesitation.

“I’m on my way. Sending Kian, Dante, and Emmet, too. Get her out, Zeke. Now.”

I don’t bother answering.

My truck’s tires screech as I tear down the gravel road, gravel flying in my wake.

My hands are locked on the wheel.

My Dragon’s roaring in my mind.

And my heart?

It’s already with her.

Hold on, Petals. I’m coming.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT-CASEY

The nurse’s office is currently empty except for me and the rhythmic ticking of the old wall clock and the gentle hum of the window fan.

Principal Jefferson was quite cordial when I explained I was going to need a substitute nurse to fill in for me, as I’d been called home to serve as a witness in a criminal trial.

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