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Giving the other time to?—
I whirled, distractedly notingAlekseiwas fighting the press of what was clearly his security detail—andIdidn’t pause to count, but there were at least six of them—trying to push him to a door at the rear of the space…and safety.
But he was struggling against them in his effort to get to me.
His eyes were blazing purple.
ButIdidn’t have time for that.
I kept searching andIdidn’t see him.
I felt him.
“Weapon!Weapon!Weapon!”Iscreeched beforeIeven saw one.
I had to warn them all becauseIknew it was there.
At my words, panic ensued, shouts, screams, running feet.
The assassin didn’t panic or run.
He stood true.
His gaze, too, was locked onAleksei.
I raced toward the space between him and my mate, my gaze never leaving the traitor.
He whipped out his firearm.
I stopped between the two males, throwing my arms out and screaming, “No!”
As my scream echoed, the assassin lurched (andIdid too) because the earth under our feet shook.Thewalls trembled.Cancerdropped, its glass shattered and butts littered the floor.
And my blood turned cold as the air split with the sound of an enraged dragon’s roar.
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The beam released from the weapon half a second after the amethyst-hued, black-spined, webbed wing of the dragon gently knocked me intoSirk’sarms.
Regardless, the aim was too high, and the stream burned a dark hole close to the ceiling into the wall beyond, luckily striking nothing.
I felt pandemonium around us but could do nothing but stare as the long, strong, entrancingly scaled silver and black neck slithered menacingly across the space, the be-horned head both elegant and terrible, the slit eyes glowing purple, the multi-fanged mouth opening.
The horrified, panicked shriek of a man was cut short as the blaze of amethyst fire bellowed from the dragon’s mouth, starting and stopping in the blink of an eye.Thestrike so swift and sure, it left the would-be assassin to stand as he was, with arms bent and raised before him in a paltry effort to shield himself from certain death, but the form was now black ash.
AndIswallowed hard asIwatched it filter to pool on the floor, the calcified weapon clattering into the mess, diffusing a poof of black dust.
I’d barely finished doing this beforeIwas caught between a claw and a crook ofAleksei’sbeast’s wing.
“Oh, fuck,”Sirkgrunted asIwas pulled from his arms.
I had no time to react.
I was lifted and deposited behind the line of lethal spikes that slanted backward and ruled his long neck.
“Stay low!”Sirkshouted up at me. “Andfor fuck’s sake,hold on!”
