Page 97 of Touched By Moonlight
Chapter 27
Questions darted through my mind.No time to ask them, because I knew we had to get out of here. If other beings drawn to the energy residue left by Kallan didn’t arrive soon, well, the cops surely would. Someone must have seen the incident and reported it as a weather phenomenon at the veryleast.
I couldn’t risk a single second spent at a human police station, getting grilled about things the paranormal world kept secret. Not that I’d talk, but lingering in such an unprotected and unshielded area was an open invitation for a Fae to glamour himself as a cop and attack me in an eyeblink.
The magick gloves were off. I was an open target and needed a place tohide.
Grayson’s place provided the only refuge for the moment. The very place where his people hated Fionn Fae likeme.
Could I trust him to keep mesafe?
Kallan wanted to drain me dry, wring me out until every last ounce of power was depleted. To him I was a gourmet feast, an electrical current that could supply enough magick to make himinvincible.
Undefeatable.
Grayson had already retrieved his bike, the engine humming. He held out a hand. “Get on,Sienna.”
My heart said go withhim.
My head screamedno.
“Get on.” Now there was a touch of impatient alpha in his voice. “Come with me if you want tosurvive.”
I climbed on the back. Survival had been drilled into me since I was old enough to babble a fewsyllables.
We roared off just as sirens screamed in the background. Grayson found the interstate and didn’tstop.
He finally pulled into the parking lot of a hotel off the interstate, driving toward the back rooms. Pine trees flanked the hotel. Green meadows filled with grazing cattle ringed the property and children played in the swimming pool, shrieking andlaughing.
“We’ll spend the night here. Blend in and let you catch your breath,” Grayson told me. “I know the owner. Grizzly shifter. Nice guy, but the place shuts down in winter each year. We can beinconspicuous.”
It looked and felt so damnnormal.
Until the dragon landed in the parking lot next to us with a thud that shook the earth and made the bikeshudder.
Sunlight glinted off her silver scales. Her green eyes gleamed with intelligence as she folded back her wings. She stood larger than the tractor trailer parked nearby and when she grinned, rows of jagged teeth flashed atus.
“So much for inconspicuous,” I muttered, climbing off thebike.
“Only paranormal beings like us can see dragons. Humans can’t. Except young children with psychic ability,” Grayson toldme.
A weary-looking woman, toddler in her arms, marched past as her son stared atKara.
“Momma, dragon,” the youngster pipedup.
She shifted her child in her arms. “That’s right, Tommy, your dragon is upstairs, waiting for yournap.”
Kara winked at the boy, and then when the door closed behind the mother and child, shifted back into her humanform.
In biker boots, jeans ripped at the knees, a white graphic T-shirt stamped with a photo of a T-rex wearing neon pink sneakers, my friend looked ready for a rock concert. A tangle of red curls tumbled past her shoulders. Pretty enough to be a model, with pale skin and long-lashed eyes, Kara seemedhuman.
Hard to believe she had been a dragon large enough to devour a cow in thefield.
“I suppose you want your pay,” Grayson told her as I climbed off hisbike.
“Send it to my private bank account. I came here to check onSienna.”
Nodding, he pointed to the office. “Going to get us a room. Stay with her until Ireturn.”
