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asked, trying to take my mind off bloody murder.
"I will be the one to escort you to Faerie." Owen crossed his arms across his chest, telling us he would tolerate no argument. He radiated smug satisfaction . Damned if it didn't make me like him a little. He held all the cards and he knew it. "You'll agree if you don't want me to press charges about my stolen property."
And that was the clincher. I didn't want him reporting me to FAB. If he did, I'd lose my job at the very least. Depending on the value of the book, I might go to prison. All in all, a very bad day for me and my necklace. "There's nothing saying you won't slit my throat and take the necklace as soon as we get to Faerie."
"I guess you'll have to trust me," he said, his grin widening.
Trust a dragon? "Never," I spat.
"Of the people in this room, you're the only one we know has done something dishonest," countered Owen.
Damn, he was such a smartass. I didn't care if he was right; he was pissing me off.
"Why do you want to go with her?" asked Phoebe. "A few minutes ago you were ready to fight her to get your book back and were set on tossing her in jail. Now you're ready to help her save her own ass, all out of the kindness of your heart?"
"Yeah!" I helpfully added.
"I need to make sure the necklace is taken care of." Grim determination replaced his smug grin. "My uncle fell prey to one of those things when I was a kid."
There was more there than what he had revealed; the stress was written all over his face and his magic pulsed, bathing the room in cinnamon. Even so, being a dragon meant he couldn't lie. The answer was good enough for me.
"You have a deal," said Phoebe.
"What?" I spluttered. "You can't make a deal like that on my behalf."
"You're intoxicated. You're not capable of making your own decisions," replied Phoebe with a dismissive wave. "Besides, you're getting to go to Faerie. That's what you want isn't it?"
"Yes," I said, and did my best to scowl at my own traitorous mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
After several false starts where the necklace stopped me from walking out the door, I finally got the proper mindset in place and we made it to the parking lot. Owen stepped up to a motorcycle and reached into one of the saddlebags for a helmet. It was bright pink.
"You can ride on the back," he said magnanimously. "Just make sure you hold on tight."
I walked up, took the helmet, and slapped it on his head. Backwards. "I don't think so."
He pulled the helmet off, an annoyed growl slipping past his lips. "What the hell?"
My own helmet had a beautiful purple and gray swirly pattern on it. I retrieved it from the storage locker a couple spaces down from his bike and approached my own. I wondered if he noticed they were the same model, only a few years apart. With all the money he had, it might mean nothing to him. One bike of many. Well, he was riding the best today, and that did count for something. Still, he was an ass. "That bullshit line might work on people trying to get into your pants, but I think I'll ride Bliss." I straddled the wide leather seat, popped up the kickstand, and backed the motorcycle out of its covered parking space. I waited for Owen to say something, then I started the bike with a rumble, obliterating his words. "Lead the way," I said, a fierce grin sliding into place.
I heard Owen grumble something, but I didn't care enough to make out the words. Then he started his bike, making any nuanced conversation impossible. The double roar of the engines tickled something deep inside. I needed to go. He slapped on his own black helmet, which had a curious light blue lining, and tucked away the pink one. He peeled out of the parking lot at high speed and I kept pace, delighting in the feel of wind in my face. Riding a motorcycle was the next best thing to flying. In fact, some days, I preferred it.
We weaved through the countryside. A lot of driving a motorcycle in northern California, especially Humboldt County,
"I will be the one to escort you to Faerie." Owen crossed his arms across his chest, telling us he would tolerate no argument. He radiated smug satisfaction . Damned if it didn't make me like him a little. He held all the cards and he knew it. "You'll agree if you don't want me to press charges about my stolen property."
And that was the clincher. I didn't want him reporting me to FAB. If he did, I'd lose my job at the very least. Depending on the value of the book, I might go to prison. All in all, a very bad day for me and my necklace. "There's nothing saying you won't slit my throat and take the necklace as soon as we get to Faerie."
"I guess you'll have to trust me," he said, his grin widening.
Trust a dragon? "Never," I spat.
"Of the people in this room, you're the only one we know has done something dishonest," countered Owen.
Damn, he was such a smartass. I didn't care if he was right; he was pissing me off.
"Why do you want to go with her?" asked Phoebe. "A few minutes ago you were ready to fight her to get your book back and were set on tossing her in jail. Now you're ready to help her save her own ass, all out of the kindness of your heart?"
"Yeah!" I helpfully added.
"I need to make sure the necklace is taken care of." Grim determination replaced his smug grin. "My uncle fell prey to one of those things when I was a kid."
There was more there than what he had revealed; the stress was written all over his face and his magic pulsed, bathing the room in cinnamon. Even so, being a dragon meant he couldn't lie. The answer was good enough for me.
"You have a deal," said Phoebe.
"What?" I spluttered. "You can't make a deal like that on my behalf."
"You're intoxicated. You're not capable of making your own decisions," replied Phoebe with a dismissive wave. "Besides, you're getting to go to Faerie. That's what you want isn't it?"
"Yes," I said, and did my best to scowl at my own traitorous mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
After several false starts where the necklace stopped me from walking out the door, I finally got the proper mindset in place and we made it to the parking lot. Owen stepped up to a motorcycle and reached into one of the saddlebags for a helmet. It was bright pink.
"You can ride on the back," he said magnanimously. "Just make sure you hold on tight."
I walked up, took the helmet, and slapped it on his head. Backwards. "I don't think so."
He pulled the helmet off, an annoyed growl slipping past his lips. "What the hell?"
My own helmet had a beautiful purple and gray swirly pattern on it. I retrieved it from the storage locker a couple spaces down from his bike and approached my own. I wondered if he noticed they were the same model, only a few years apart. With all the money he had, it might mean nothing to him. One bike of many. Well, he was riding the best today, and that did count for something. Still, he was an ass. "That bullshit line might work on people trying to get into your pants, but I think I'll ride Bliss." I straddled the wide leather seat, popped up the kickstand, and backed the motorcycle out of its covered parking space. I waited for Owen to say something, then I started the bike with a rumble, obliterating his words. "Lead the way," I said, a fierce grin sliding into place.
I heard Owen grumble something, but I didn't care enough to make out the words. Then he started his bike, making any nuanced conversation impossible. The double roar of the engines tickled something deep inside. I needed to go. He slapped on his own black helmet, which had a curious light blue lining, and tucked away the pink one. He peeled out of the parking lot at high speed and I kept pace, delighting in the feel of wind in my face. Riding a motorcycle was the next best thing to flying. In fact, some days, I preferred it.
We weaved through the countryside. A lot of driving a motorcycle in northern California, especially Humboldt County,
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