Dragon's Chase (Paranormal Protection Agency) (Paranormal Protection Agency Book 7) by Mina Carter
Authors: Mina Carter
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wrapping around two others, symbols that represented both her and Rat.
“No!” The pixie bellowed, still fighting the immobility spell. He’d managed to get his shoulders and chest free, and thrashed on the stone, but his arms and legs were still frozen. “You god-damned idiot. You’re playing with forces you have no clue about!”
Sellers laughed, the sound ringing with arrogance. “Yes, yes, my dear. And I’m sure you’re going to roast my intestines as well, just like our dear Miss Nightborne. Really, these threats are getting rather boring.”
He finished the incantation, the last word ringing in the air like a death knell. Chase squeezed her eyes shut as the magic wrapped around her. Settled into her bones. Caged her heart. Quickly she wrapped up her memories and feelings for Duke and locked them down tight, so deep that they were nearly with her dragon. She needed to preserve them, protect them, because the next time she opened her eyes, the magic would convince her that she was in love with someone else.
Chapter Eight
They were at one of Sellers’ clubs. Oh, not his official ‘day job’ clubs. The gentlemen’s clubs where the alcohol was almost as old as she was and discreet encounters in one of the upstairs rooms could be arranged with a quick nod of the head. Places that reeked of class, with the wood paneling to match.
This place reeked all right, but not of class. Instead it reeked of desperation and blood. Of tears and pain, hopelessness and despair. And there was no getting out.
Poured into a dress that exposed far too much of everything for her liking, and heels that would break her ankles before the night was out, Chase staggered, and bumped into Rat. He wrapped an arm around her, saving her from falling gracelessly to the floor and she couldn’t help but shoot him a grateful look. He smiled back, and, as if on instinct, his hand swept down her back, lingering in the curve of her waist.
She stiffened but then her body took over, the love potion Sellers had fed to them both over-ruling her need to get away from a man not her mate. Her struggle was reflected in Rat’s face, the darkness in his eyes flaring for a second only to be snuffed out and frustration replace it.
“Got it?” he asked, sweat beading on his brow as he forced himself to release her.
She nodded, quickly stepping away from him to save them both the temptation. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”
Behind them, Sellers chuckled. “Fight it all you like, my dears. It won’t make a blind bit of difference.”
Rat flipped him the bird, saving Chase the need to and she walked on ahead into the club. She’d been here before, of course. Unlike the upmarket elegance of Sellers’ other clubs, which she’d been too rarely, the only paneling here was the wood covering the concrete floor.
The club was dimly lit, and tables surrounded a pit in the floor. Mostly male, the patrons were dressed expensively and she knew the champagne filling the glasses would be the good stuff. It always was. Despite the rough surroundings, tickets to this club and others like it over the city, were highly sought after. They were also very costly, for one reason. The higher the price, the higher the stakes. No one who’d spent a king’s ransom to be here and view the ‘delights’ on offer would risk it all by selling Sellers out to the authorities.
And they all made her sick. This wasn’t a normal club, not at all. This was the sort of club where not all those in attendance were human, or even there of their own volition. Which was what these leeches paid top dollar for.
Sellers strode past them, snagging a microphone from one of the hovering suited-up lackeys. She ignored them. Sellers’ gophers in the human world, they weren’t worth bothering about.
“Gentlemen!” Sellers made his way to the opposite side of the pit, spotlighted while the gaping yaw of darkness opened in front of him. It was empty at the moment, but the guests all
“No!” The pixie bellowed, still fighting the immobility spell. He’d managed to get his shoulders and chest free, and thrashed on the stone, but his arms and legs were still frozen. “You god-damned idiot. You’re playing with forces you have no clue about!”
Sellers laughed, the sound ringing with arrogance. “Yes, yes, my dear. And I’m sure you’re going to roast my intestines as well, just like our dear Miss Nightborne. Really, these threats are getting rather boring.”
He finished the incantation, the last word ringing in the air like a death knell. Chase squeezed her eyes shut as the magic wrapped around her. Settled into her bones. Caged her heart. Quickly she wrapped up her memories and feelings for Duke and locked them down tight, so deep that they were nearly with her dragon. She needed to preserve them, protect them, because the next time she opened her eyes, the magic would convince her that she was in love with someone else.
Chapter Eight
They were at one of Sellers’ clubs. Oh, not his official ‘day job’ clubs. The gentlemen’s clubs where the alcohol was almost as old as she was and discreet encounters in one of the upstairs rooms could be arranged with a quick nod of the head. Places that reeked of class, with the wood paneling to match.
This place reeked all right, but not of class. Instead it reeked of desperation and blood. Of tears and pain, hopelessness and despair. And there was no getting out.
Poured into a dress that exposed far too much of everything for her liking, and heels that would break her ankles before the night was out, Chase staggered, and bumped into Rat. He wrapped an arm around her, saving her from falling gracelessly to the floor and she couldn’t help but shoot him a grateful look. He smiled back, and, as if on instinct, his hand swept down her back, lingering in the curve of her waist.
She stiffened but then her body took over, the love potion Sellers had fed to them both over-ruling her need to get away from a man not her mate. Her struggle was reflected in Rat’s face, the darkness in his eyes flaring for a second only to be snuffed out and frustration replace it.
“Got it?” he asked, sweat beading on his brow as he forced himself to release her.
She nodded, quickly stepping away from him to save them both the temptation. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”
Behind them, Sellers chuckled. “Fight it all you like, my dears. It won’t make a blind bit of difference.”
Rat flipped him the bird, saving Chase the need to and she walked on ahead into the club. She’d been here before, of course. Unlike the upmarket elegance of Sellers’ other clubs, which she’d been too rarely, the only paneling here was the wood covering the concrete floor.
The club was dimly lit, and tables surrounded a pit in the floor. Mostly male, the patrons were dressed expensively and she knew the champagne filling the glasses would be the good stuff. It always was. Despite the rough surroundings, tickets to this club and others like it over the city, were highly sought after. They were also very costly, for one reason. The higher the price, the higher the stakes. No one who’d spent a king’s ransom to be here and view the ‘delights’ on offer would risk it all by selling Sellers out to the authorities.
And they all made her sick. This wasn’t a normal club, not at all. This was the sort of club where not all those in attendance were human, or even there of their own volition. Which was what these leeches paid top dollar for.
Sellers strode past them, snagging a microphone from one of the hovering suited-up lackeys. She ignored them. Sellers’ gophers in the human world, they weren’t worth bothering about.
“Gentlemen!” Sellers made his way to the opposite side of the pit, spotlighted while the gaping yaw of darkness opened in front of him. It was empty at the moment, but the guests all
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