Page 51 of Dragon in Denial
Snap.
Antoinette blinked rapidly and focused on Ketu, who was snapping his fingers in her face. She shooed his hand away. “Stop it.”
“Then start talking. Christ, Antoinette. You beat on my door like a crazy woman, you have the weirdest look on your face, which makes me think something is wrong, yet you insist everyone is fine, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here to make up because this is not how someone would act if they wanted to settle an argument. So again, what the hell is going on?”
She tilted her head. “What, exactly, should I be doing if I actually wanted to make up with you?”
He crossed his arms. “I don’t know. Are you telling me thatiswhy you’re here?”
She stalked to the window and stared down at the street below. Maybe he was right. Maybe she shouldn’t have made that deal with Delilah. Because if she hadn’t, she and Ketu very likely would be getting along right now.
Except her colony would still be caught in the grips of Darius’s mind-altering drug business.
“This is so not fair,” she muttered.
She felt movement behind her, knew without looking around that Ketu was standing behind her.
“I know,” he said, sounding like he, at least, actually did want to make up. Not that she didn’t, but there were so damn many things they needed to discuss, and to be honest, she had no idea how he would feel about any of it.
“I’m the vigilante,” she blurted, still staring through the tinted glass. “The one who’s been taking down Darius’s dealers.”
“Yeah, I figured that out—”
She whirled around. “You knew?”
“Er…yeah.”
“Since when?”
He shrugged. “Since Delilah made that comment about it.”
“Crap. If you two figured it out, I’m definitely not safe.”
“What do you mean?”
She waved her hand. “There’s a price on my head. Well, the vigilante’s head. Seems to increase on the regular. I think Darius is offering $10,000 for my capture at this point.”
“What?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare start acting all alpha male on me, Ketu.”
“You just told me there’s a price on your head.A $10,000 price. How the hell do you expect me to act?”
“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. Because I knew—”
Tap, tap, tap.
Antoinette glared at the door like somehow it was responsible for this fucked up situation. “Who’s that?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Ketu said as he headed across the room. He looked through the peephole and then pulled open the door. “Gabe. You’re here already. How’d you know where to find me?”
A masculine voice said, “Wasn’t hard, considering I’m paying for your hotel room.”
And then a group of dragons paraded into the room.
A dark-haired man with striking gray eyes and what was probably a perpetual five o’clock shadow came first, followed by a tall, statuesque woman with bright green eyes. The woman behind her was curvier, with facial features that Antoinette would describe as resting bitch face. Antoinette and this woman would probably become fast friends, if given half a chance.
A male dragon, this one with thick facial hair and plenty of muscle, rested his hand on the small of her back.
