Dragon Guardian (Drakins of Wyrmarach) by Eden Glenn Page B

“You
can’t drink this,” and dumped it in the trash before ushering her through the
door.
    “Hey, that was a five buck chai latte tea!” she complained.
Freaking Hell another caffeine opportunity lost.
    Her protest was greeted by a piercing scoff noise from Izzy.
    Her friend didn’t slow down as she rushed Wren across the
parking lot toward the car, never releasing her hold. Izzy was all shouting at
her about some bonding nonsense and now she was escorting her back to the
store.
    Izzy froze. “Someone is watching us.” She continually scanned
people on the street as if searching for lurking danger.
    “Watching us? Of course there are, you’re dragging me out of
the coffee shop.”
    “No more than that. Tell me the hairs on the back of your
neck aren’t prickling in awareness.”
    They’d almost made the safety of the car. Okay, there was a
strangeness nagging at her. Wren wasn’t sure how much of that was a result of
Izzy’s suggestion or just cream on top of her wacked out cake of a morning.
    “Are you like them?” She blurted.
    Izzy resumed her march and asked in a guarded but curious
voice, “Like them?”
    “Can you hear people’s thoughts?”
    She snorted. “They can’t hear people’s thoughts.”
    “They can hear mine.”
    Izzy’s beautiful golden complexion noticeably paled. “No I’m
not like them. Damn. You may have started the bond and didn’t realize what
you’d done.”
    Wren remembered the pizza order. “Wait, I have to go to
Georgieo’s.”   Izzy didn’t look like she
was going to let Wren make a detour. “You wouldn’t let me finish my latte you
can at least let me get food.”
    Izzy closed her eyes and grimaced at Wren’s statement “You
can have it delivered.”
    “No I can’t. I’ve already paid and it won’t take a second for
pick up.” She turned toward the pizza shop with Izzy in tow.
    “You’re feeding them? Don’t tell me you also obeyed a random
urge to clothe them?”
    “No they left in a big rush over something. I ordered enough
for left overs in case they come back though. And yes, I’d bled all over
Caleb’s shirt so giving them T-shirts couldn’t be called a random urge.”
    Wren’s lips burned with the memory of Ethan’s kiss.
    Izzy mused more to herself in exasperation. “You’ve got to
stay with them to overcome your Daevedar?”
    “My what?”   Wren didn’t feel good. She hoped the head
spinning vertigo didn’t start again.
    “Didn’t they tell you anything?”   Izzy hissed keeping her voice down so no one could
hear what they were saying. “You each have a test. Usually some weakness you
have to conquer. The Daevedar challenge. The Goddess
won’t bless your union until that is accomplished, no blessing, no marks, no relief from the irrational urge to fuck like bunnies all
the time. I can’t believe they haven’t already told you this.”
    “I don’t want a union, blessed or otherwise.” Although
fucking like bunnies, now that had some appeal. Wren just walked deeper into
her own personal freaked out Wonderland.
    ≽ ∞ ≼
    Caleb took a firm grip on his pissed off angst. The psychic pathway led them here following
Isobeau, only to find Wren, sitting in a public coffee shop talking to none
other than the Watcher in question. The guy who ran them off the road must be
here somewhere too, for whatever place he held in the drama unfolding.
    “I’ll bet if we catch that guy he can tell us something about
Wren’s stairs.”
    Ethan’s meltdown wasn’t much of a surprise. The vein
throbbing above his clenched jaw kept time to his agitation. “That’d be a
sucker bet. As much as I want to get my hands on him, our first priority is
getting those two back to a secure location.”
    “She took off on her own. Unbelievable.” Ethan frowned at his
twin, speaking in the old language was much easier than English. The words
flowed between them in a rush.
    “She’s pretty determined. I don’t think we could have stopped
her