Page 67 of Driven By Dragonblood
Movies? Out for pizza?
How they managed to stop fucking each other to go out into public, I had no clue. Cursing some more over the images now flashing in my head, I climbed into my car and started the engine. A glance at my cell showed a voicemail had been left from the number I hadn’t recognized.
Reminding myself of my profession, I grabbed it and keyed in the code to access the message.
“Doc.”
My cock swelled at the sound of Jaxon’s voice.
“I…uh…I’m really struggling.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose beneath my glasses, my eyelids sliding shut as concern and longing swamped my mind.
“I’ve been so confused, so messed up in the head—I can’t do this anymore.”
His voice broke.
“Shit.” I held my breath, the hairs on my nape rising.
The message cut off without another word.
Hand shaking, I hit the recall button, my stomach churning.
“Doc?”
“Jaxon. Thank fuck.” I clutched at my chest, fisting my shirt. “Where are you?”
“The canyon.” His whisper made shivers slide down my spine and my brow furrow. “Where my grandma ended her suffering.”
My innerwhateverthe fuck it was, went still—a predator paused, muscles tensed and ready to spring.
Go.
“What are you doing, Jaxon?” My voice barely escaped past the tightening of my throat.
“I can’t stand it anymore.” The line muffled as though he fumbled with the cell.
“Jaxon!”
“I gotta let go. Need to fly, Patrick.”
“No!” I turned the key and tore out of the cul-de-sac. “Jaxon!” A glance down at the cell showed he’d hung up—or fucking jumped. “Goddamnit!”
I sped northward, a cold sweat breaking out on my upper body, clammy hands clutching the steering wheel. I knew the exact southern rim viewpoint he spoke of, which lay well over an hour away. The overlook mentioned in his file, the image in black and white his parents had provided. I’d wondered what had led his grandmother to leap to her death.
Voices, they had claimed, similar to the one enticing Jaxon to leap, tofly—even though he couldn’t.
I hoped, fucking prayed to whatever deity reigned over the universe, that everything I’d learned since Sunday morning with David, every goddamn tale of dragons and dragonblood was true.
We are real.
“Shut the fuck up!” I hollered with a shrill voice, my insides shaking.
True. All true.
If Jaxon threw himself off that ledge and didn’t sprout those fucking wings he swore he had beneath his skin…
I tried to call, but he didn’t answer.
