Dragon King: A Dark Kings Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Donna Grant Page B
Authors: Donna Grant
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doing at Dreagan?” Con demanded.
“I already told you!” Grace screamed as thunder made the manor shake.
Arian looked to Con to find Con watching him. Even with that icy stare, Arian knew Con’s thoughts. Con recognized that somehow in the few hours Arian was with Grace, that something transpired between them. Something more than just sex.
And Con wasn’t happy.
“ Finish it, ” Arian insisted.
Con’s gaze slid to Grace. “Do you work for Ulrik?”
“No! For the twentieth time, no!” Grace screamed.
But there was something in her voice that sent warning bells off in Arian’s head. He looked to her then. Grace’s gaze moved from Con to the window to Arian and back to Con several times.
Her face crumpled as she rose and hurried around the chair to put distance between them. She shook her head as she stared at Arian with navy eyes that were filled with sadness—and a hint of anger.
“Grace,” Arian said and took a step toward her.
She held up a hand to halt him. “Stop,” she ordered and blinked past the tears that began to fall. She then pointed to the window. “That’s you. You’ve been doing this. All this time here and in the mountain. You used my fear against me. How could you?” she yelled.
“I ordered him to do it,” Con said.
Grace ignored Con as she stared at Arian, wincing as another bolt of lightning struck. “I thought you believed me.”
“I do,” Arian said.
Grace sniffed and turned to Con then. “Do whatever you’re going to do to me, but I’m done here.”
“Grace,” Arian began.
But Con stopped him. “Give her some time, Arian.”
Arian waited for Grace to look his way. After several tense moments, he realized that wasn’t going to happen. It took numerous tries to halt the storm. When he had, he left the room with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach growing with every step he took away from her.
Chapter Twelve
The tears dried quickly as the numbness took hold. It was worse than the day her mother left. Even worse than when her father died.
She had trusted, as she always did, and it had once more come back to bite her. She should’ve known Arian was too good to be true.
A man like him who was too gorgeous to even look at, immortal, and a Dragon King didn’t choose someone like her. It had always been about their secrecy.
If only he had been honest with her from the beginning. But why would he? They were in the middle of a war. Not even that thinking could stop the hurt from spreading.
“Can I get you anything?” Con asked.
She closed her eyes. How could she have forgotten she wasn’t alone? Grace blew out a breath and shook her head as she looked out the window. She wrapped her arms around herself while the clouds dissipated and the sun came out. “No, thank you.”
“I did what had to be done. I’ll no’ apologize for that.”
“Then don’t.” She’d had enough of Con. He and everyone else needed to go step on a Lego and fall in a hole.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Con push away from the desk and stand. “Remain here, Ms. Clark. I’ll return in a moment.”
As soon as the door closed behind him, Grace turned and stuck her tongue out. It was immature, but it was either that or cry some more.
Grace couldn’t believe Arian had manipulated her fear in such a way. Then again, she could. If her very way of life was threatened, there was no telling what she would do. She recalled vividly the extremes she went to in order to save her father from his heart failure.
On one hand, she didn’t blame Arian, but on the other, she did. They’d shared something personal and beautiful together, and she felt manipulated.
Grace glanced at the door. She was supposed to wait for Con. If she were braver, she would take her chances and make a run for it.
She looked at the door again, her heart kicking up a notch at the thought of making a run for it. But that’s exactly what she was going to do.
A look around Con’s office didn’t
“I already told you!” Grace screamed as thunder made the manor shake.
Arian looked to Con to find Con watching him. Even with that icy stare, Arian knew Con’s thoughts. Con recognized that somehow in the few hours Arian was with Grace, that something transpired between them. Something more than just sex.
And Con wasn’t happy.
“ Finish it, ” Arian insisted.
Con’s gaze slid to Grace. “Do you work for Ulrik?”
“No! For the twentieth time, no!” Grace screamed.
But there was something in her voice that sent warning bells off in Arian’s head. He looked to her then. Grace’s gaze moved from Con to the window to Arian and back to Con several times.
Her face crumpled as she rose and hurried around the chair to put distance between them. She shook her head as she stared at Arian with navy eyes that were filled with sadness—and a hint of anger.
“Grace,” Arian said and took a step toward her.
She held up a hand to halt him. “Stop,” she ordered and blinked past the tears that began to fall. She then pointed to the window. “That’s you. You’ve been doing this. All this time here and in the mountain. You used my fear against me. How could you?” she yelled.
“I ordered him to do it,” Con said.
Grace ignored Con as she stared at Arian, wincing as another bolt of lightning struck. “I thought you believed me.”
“I do,” Arian said.
Grace sniffed and turned to Con then. “Do whatever you’re going to do to me, but I’m done here.”
“Grace,” Arian began.
But Con stopped him. “Give her some time, Arian.”
Arian waited for Grace to look his way. After several tense moments, he realized that wasn’t going to happen. It took numerous tries to halt the storm. When he had, he left the room with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach growing with every step he took away from her.
Chapter Twelve
The tears dried quickly as the numbness took hold. It was worse than the day her mother left. Even worse than when her father died.
She had trusted, as she always did, and it had once more come back to bite her. She should’ve known Arian was too good to be true.
A man like him who was too gorgeous to even look at, immortal, and a Dragon King didn’t choose someone like her. It had always been about their secrecy.
If only he had been honest with her from the beginning. But why would he? They were in the middle of a war. Not even that thinking could stop the hurt from spreading.
“Can I get you anything?” Con asked.
She closed her eyes. How could she have forgotten she wasn’t alone? Grace blew out a breath and shook her head as she looked out the window. She wrapped her arms around herself while the clouds dissipated and the sun came out. “No, thank you.”
“I did what had to be done. I’ll no’ apologize for that.”
“Then don’t.” She’d had enough of Con. He and everyone else needed to go step on a Lego and fall in a hole.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Con push away from the desk and stand. “Remain here, Ms. Clark. I’ll return in a moment.”
As soon as the door closed behind him, Grace turned and stuck her tongue out. It was immature, but it was either that or cry some more.
Grace couldn’t believe Arian had manipulated her fear in such a way. Then again, she could. If her very way of life was threatened, there was no telling what she would do. She recalled vividly the extremes she went to in order to save her father from his heart failure.
On one hand, she didn’t blame Arian, but on the other, she did. They’d shared something personal and beautiful together, and she felt manipulated.
Grace glanced at the door. She was supposed to wait for Con. If she were braver, she would take her chances and make a run for it.
She looked at the door again, her heart kicking up a notch at the thought of making a run for it. But that’s exactly what she was going to do.
A look around Con’s office didn’t
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