Page 44 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
Down at the end of the hall, where the sun was rising through the wide windows, my shadows raced forward and caught the wisp of a little one’s cry.
Anger and revenge pulsed around me as I chased after the sound. My feet pounded against the tiled floor and cracked them as I ran.
They were going to need more than an army to stop what I planned to do to them.
I burst through the door, coming into a darkened study lined with bookshelves. A female vampire lounged on a green velvet settee in front of a smoldering fire with the head of a male demon buried between her legs.
Her sly grin lasted but a moment. She faded into mist before I grabbed hold of the back of the male’s neck.
Blood and spit spewed from his lips as he sputtered, caught off guard.
“The girl!” I demanded.
His eyes glowed as recognition blazed through them. “Go to hell.”
I snapped his neck and tossed his limp body to the ground, almost taking Lucan down with him as he sidestepped the demonic lump.
“She was here.” Lucan growled as he tracked their scents. I could smell her too.
Harper had been here moments ago. In the study on the other side of the settee. Her scent was faint and fading fast. She’d only just passed through.
“Here.” Lucan pulled a book from the shelf. Only it wasn’t a book. A lever turned, opening to reveal a spiral staircase. The fresher scents of the remaining MacAlisters and Harper blasted us along with the cool, underground air.
“Let me go, you meanie head!” Harper’s scream echoed off the stone walls.
And I was vengeance as the shadows raced ahead of me. Partially shifting, my wings caught my fall as I landed on top of the younger MacAlister brother.
Jeremy was a fiery smash of snarls and teeth as he roared his frustration in human form.
I slammed his head into the stone wall, feeling his skull crack from the pressure. He’d gotten the best of me weeks ago when I’d been weakened and lay recovering after Earth’s demands.
Again, I slammed his head against the rock.
His fists pounded my ribs, but the fight drained from him fast.
I smashed his skull a third time until it shattered.
A bloody pulp of brain matter and bone fell at my feet. The same mess he’d have left me in if I hadn’t managed to take flight that day.
I shouldn’t have waited so long for my revenge.
Spitting the taste of violence from my mouth, I turned to see Kieran and Lucan frozen. Their wings were suspended and still above them. The shadows stayed unmoving at their feet.
Beyond them was Cain, holding Harper by the top of her hair.
Her eyes locked with mine.
So much like her mother’s, but with a youthful wildness and fear no child should ever know.
“Help me.” Her bottom lip trembled.
Cain clasped a hand over her mouth.
“Release her,” I growled the command.
Cain continued to glare at me. Sweat beaded on his brow and the color drained from his face as he fought the compulsion. He was a first-born dragon, so he could try to deny mycommands, but a century ago, he would’ve dropped to his knees at my bark.
Fading. Weak now.
