Page 131 of Pretty Little Prey
“She was afraid,” Nikolai confirmed. “Taken by someone?”
“Who the hell would have the balls to steal the mate of both alpha kings?”
“Hi there, handsome,” a female voice whispered, and all of the men jumped in surprise.
They were used to sensing and hearing enemies from miles away. How had this cloaked woman snuck up on them?
The woman peeled back the hood of her cloak and revealed her aged, cracked, and grayed skin. The more witches dabbled in dark magic, the more their skin grew gray.
She winked and corrected herself, “Handsomes. Plural.Meow.”
Daxton recognized her instantly. “Hag.”
Sly gaped. “Rude.”
“Her name is ‘Hag,’” Daxton explained.
Hag grinned her twisted teeth at the men in a crazed stretch of her lips. “Hiya.”
“Wait,theHag?” Nikolai asked. “As in: the ancient, wise seer who wrote the prophecy about Luna?”
“I also do bar mitzvahs,” she commented proudly.
The men blinked several times at the random change of subject. “What?” a dumbfounded Sly asked.
Daxton clarified for the group, “It’s said that all of her foresight turned her a bit…”
“Don’t you dare say ‘loose!’” Hag scolded Daxton. “Just because I gave it up four times to that wolf pack back in the day—”
“Hag, where is Luna?”
“You mean the mate you didn’t care to keep?” Hag tilted her head, her eyes flashing white-silver light as she smirked. “You lost her. Just as I foretold.”
“But—”
“Unable to share.” She formed fists and moved them through the air like she was playing the drums to build suspense. She tapped the invisible metal cymbal, finishing her dramatic drum roll. “And you lost her. Bye bye.” She tossed her invisible drumsticks behind her back.
“Where is she?” Daxton growled, the threat clear from the low rumble at the back of his throat. Ready to produce fire.
“I told you. L-O-S-T. Lost.” Hag rolled her eyes, snickering. “Gods, you dragon shifters might be well hung, but your brains are teeny weeny.”
Bastille shot forward and clutched the arms of the seer so fiercely, the grip was sure to leave bruises. He bellowed into her face, “Tell me where my mate is NOW.”
Though she had not been chewing gum a moment ago, Hag blew a big pink bubble of gum in front of the deadly basilisk’s face before nonchalantly popping it and slurping it back into her mouth. “Or what?”
“I’ll kill you!”
She yawned, the gum gone from her mouth. Had she conjured it? Seers weren’t supposed to have the magic of witches, only the supernatural foresight.What the fuck is she? Bastille shook his head.
She shrugged, “That threat gets old. And anyway, you were the ones who couldn’t share her. Why do you want her now?”
“WHERE IS SHE?” Bastille roared.
Hag wiggled in Bastille’s grip and raised her fingers to her ears before promptly pulling out earplugs. “Did you need something, mister?”
“Hag, focus.” Daxton took on the role of the calm, cool, and collected dragon when dealing with the crazed seer. “Did you see where she is? Is that why you came to my room?”
“I see exactly where she is. Metal bars. Cold. Wet. No, wait, freezing. Freezing to death? Oh wow, a lot of pain. Good thing you two don’t care about her anymore.”
