Page 14 of Must Love Dragons
Torn into pieces by a beautiful witch who absolutely,absolutely, was not his truemate.
The last memory he had was filled with pain.An injury that felt like it was born of fire, warlock magic burning him with every breath.
Gingerly he touched his side and found not the wound that wouldn’t heal, but no wound at all.Smooth, healed skin.
And no pain.
His stomach clenched as he realized that he’d been healed with magic.
He sat up with a snarl and a small, warm weight on his chest let out a disgruntled chirp.
He looked down to find a fluffy tortoiseshell cat sitting on his lap, blinking at him with lazy curiosity.The cat—no, it was afamiliar—stretched, kneading the blanket that covered him with dagger claws and purring loudly.
“Get.Off.”
The little creature ignored him, flicking its tail against his arm like it had every right to be there.
His dragon purred back.
He rolled his eyes and nudged the familiar off his lap.It jumped down, landing on the floor and glaring at him before sauntering from the room.
The room he was in appeared to be for storage.There were several credenzas, a messy bookshelf, stacks of boxes, and the couch he was settled on.
He rubbed his arms as his skin prickled in awareness.
There was magic here.
Witches.
His dragonlikedthis place.
Which made Zay scowl.
He saw his satchel on the floor by the couch and he grabbed it, pulling his phone from inside.Pressing his thumb to the side, he was thankful to see it still had battery life.
The date and time stood out to him.
He’d been gone for twelve hours.
Opening his contacts, he called his sister, even though he suspected she’d be asleep since it was four a.m.
She answered on the third ring.“Zay?Oh my gosh, where have you been?”
“I’m fine, Lyra,” he said, scrubbing a hand through his hair and wishing he was anywhere but with witches.
“You disappeared without a word for…twelve hours, and you’refine?Sierra was getting ready to look for you.”
“I said I’m fine,” he repeated.“I got sidetracked.”
“Sidetracked?By what?”
He hesitated, looking toward the doorway.He could feel another presence nearby and he didn’t have to see to know it was her.
Kinsley.
His dragon stirred with a happy rumble and Zay pushed the beast away.
He tilted his head to hold the phone to his shoulder and grabbed his clothes and shoes from the satchel.
