Page 17 of Pretty Little Prey
“No, no, keep looking in my eyes. That’s it. Good girl.”
Such pretty spirals…
“Who is after you—”
“DUDE,” a different masculine voice shrieked, cutting through the hypnosis.
Luna blinked several times in a row. Oh…no. Bastille had done his hypnosis on her. She racked her brain for what she may have said. Nothing about Rohan. Nothing about being a prey.Thank goodness. Surely, they would let her go now.
Sly stood in the doorway of the office, holding out his phone. “The dragon sent out an immortal-wide announcement. He found his mate.”
Bastille’s head shot to the side so quickly, his neck made a cracking sound.He needs to do yoga, Luna thought to herself.Too tense.Then again, how would she know? There was no time for yoga when she worked cleaning hotel rooms all day and night to save up money to keep skipping towns, always on the move.
“The dragon—” Bastille spat the words out in disgust. “—found his mate?”
“And,” Sly added, “Get this—he lost her already.”
“Lost?” Bastille repeated.
“He put out a forty-million-dollar reward for whoever brings her to him.”
“Why should I care what the dragon does?” Bastille sneered.
“Because of this description.” Sly read from his phone, “Blue eyes like sapphires on fire. Hair like moonlit pearls. She may or may not be carrying a basilisk briefcase with ten thousand dollars.”
All three men turned to her.
Luna swallowed hard.Shit. Did this mean they planned on keeping her? Or “selling” her to the dragon?
What if Rohan saw the description? He would know her eye and hair color. White hair was not common in paranormals—it was a common trait of Duttur, sheep shifters.The dragon just sent my location to the entire shifter-world. For the first time in six years, Luna no longer had the advantage.Rohan could find me and finish the job.
She needed to get out of there. Fast.
Jumping up from the chair, she rushed to the doorway, but the three men blocked it easily with their large, muscular bodies.Darn it.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
Sly smirked. “When you just became interesting?”
“The dragon’s mate,” Nikolai repeated slowly, tasting each word. He glanced at Bastille. “But that means she’s your—”
“She’s notanything,” Bastille bellowed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door like a teenage girl during a temper tantrum.
Luna pursed her lips and pretended to check an invisible watch on her wrist. “Is that the time? I must be going.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Sly replied.
“I have many appointments.”
“A lie.”
“My schedule is quite packed.”
Sly grinned at her. “Another lie.” He sauntered closer. He laid his palms on either side of the armrests of the chair she sat on. He loomed and leaned down to speak in front of her face. “Part of being a fox shifter is knowing who is lying.”
Luna grew desperate.You want the truth, foxy?“If I stay here, I will be dead within the week.”
A loud noise sounded from somewhere else in the cabin. Like Bastille broke through one of the walls with his fists.
