Page 18 of Pretty Little Prey
Sly chuckled again, but it sounded crazed. The laugh was false. With little amusement, he asked, “You think you will last the week?”
She was Daxton Dragomir’s mate. Of course, she was. Bastille bitterly thought to himself,Daxton always gets whatever he wants.
After drilling his fists into the most intact wall of the cabin, Bastille threw himself onto his bed. His black silk sheets did nothing to calm him.
The dragon’s mate.
Someone knocked at his door, and he knew it was Nikolai. Without waiting for a response, the vampire glided inside, no invitation needed. Though Nikolai was not a shifter, Bastille had welcomed him into his group. The Dark Ones were any who were labeled as outsiders or “evil” by the Light Ones. Many in the immortal world saw vampires as parasites. Meanwhile, Bastille trusted Nikolai with his life.
“We have her,” Nikolai said, as if that was all that needed to be said.
“She belongs with him.”
“Notjusthim,” Nikolai reminded him as he leaned against the door. “The prophecy says the king of the Light Ones and the king of the Dark Ones share a mate.” He gave Bastille a pointed look.
Because Bastille was the king of the dark shifters. “Maybe I don’t want her.” If a part of her belonged with Daxton the dragon, Bastille could not see wanting any part of her. “If she’s his match, she’s probably a materialistic snob just like him.”
How would he ever want someone befittingDaxton? And tosharewith the dragon?
He did not share.
And he fucking hated Daxton Dragomir.
“Are you so sure you do not want her?” Nikolai asked.
Bastille glared at his bloodsucking friend.
“Even I am…intrigued by her,” Nikolai admitted, licking his lips absentmindedly as if he longed for a taste of her.
Bastille hissed at him, flashing snake-like fangs.
Nikolai chuckled, appearing much too smug in the face of Bastille’s temper. “Right. You don’t want her at all.”
More glaring from Bastille. “Idon’twant her. Have you seen her? She’s small, and delicate, and bright. She’slight, Nik.” Bastille wanted to punch something again. “Her and Daxton deserve each other.”
Nikolai let out a heavy sigh. “Having cold blood does not make you evil, Bastille.”
It might as well. King of the “dark.” Dark may have meant night shifters, but to every paranormal, the Dark Ones were not “good” or righteous like the Light Ones: royal dragons, charismatic lion shifters, etc. Whatever.
Dragons are overrated. Throw something sparkly in front of them, and they’ll be distracted for hours.
“What do you want to do?” Nikolai asked him.
Bastille laid back on his bed and stared at his ceiling.
“Do you want to sell her to the dragon? Throw her out? Keep her?”
Bastille pressed his lips together in contemplation.She has met Daxton. She will never want me. “She said someone is after her. She had been planning to skip town.”
“So?”
“So, we find out who is after her and give her to them. That way the dragon doesn’t get her and she is out of our hair.”
There. A plan.
In a matter of days, Bastille would never have to see the pretty girl with striking eyes and perfect breasts ever again.
Fantastic.
