Page 90 of Pretty Little Prey
“WHERE IS SHE?” the dragon roared as he clamped a clawed hand over Bastille’s throat.
“Fuck. You,” Bastille growled back, squeezing his own hand around Daxton’s meaty neck.
“I know you have her. Give her to me,” Daxton demanded.
“Hadher. She escaped us,” Bastille replied.
“Youlie,” Daxton shot back. “All you snake shifters do is fucking lie.”
They continued to choke each other.
Kobe, Nikolai, Sly, and Conrad—the dragon’s right-hand man—all watched their kings fight. None too worried, as they had all witnessed this before.
“She ismymate,” the dragon said.
“Mine too,” Bastille gritted back.
More mutual choking.
“Look, clearly we don’t have her anymore,” Sly said, breaking the dramatic silent tension. “Do you see her with us now? No. She’s long gone.”
“I don’t believe you,” Daxton growled.
“I don’t care what you believe,” Bastille said. “I could kill you where you stand.”
“That threat gets old.” Daxton tightened his grip, and Bastille coughed. “I know you have her. You are keeping her from me. And what of the prophecy? If the two kings cannot share their mate, ‘they will lose her.’ You would risk that? Her life over your own stubbornness?”
Bastille gritted, “Fuck the prophecy.”
Daxton sneered, “It must kill you to know she is technically mine. To know her soul isn’t completely happy without my being near her.”
“She seemed happy enough riding my cock during her heat.”
Daxton froze. His nostrils flared. His eyes flashed to narrowed slits like that of a reptile. “Her heat?”
“Did you not know she was a prey? She went into heat from being around us.” Bastille smirked. “We all got a taste of her.”
“I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR BODY.”
“My king,” Conrad interrupted, touching Daxton’s shoulder. “Remember the prophecy. Sharing. Or you both lose her.”
Daxton cursed before tossing Bastille away, both ending their choking grip on one another. “You do not know her whereabouts now?” he asked the Dark Ones.
“No,” Bastille replied.
“And if you find her, will you contact me?”
“Absolutely I will not.”
Daxton glared at the basilisk. “I do not understand how you act this way. You were raised as my brother,” Daxton remarked, his voice dripping with anger and betrayal.
“I wasneveryour brother.”
“As much fun as it is to hash out the complicated past between the two of you,” Sly said, “I would like to do some gambling in this casino. Are we dismissed?”
Bastille and Daxton glowered at each other.
“We’re done here.”
