Dragon's Chase (Paranormal Protection Agency) (Paranormal Protection Agency Book 7) by Mina Carter Page A
Authors: Mina Carter
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tried to peer into it anyway. She snorted. As if they’d have been able to see anything anyway, what with their weak human vision.
“So good of you to join me this evening. And let me tell you, we have some treats in store for you tonight!”
She turned away, letting Sellers’ voice fall into the background, and made her way to the table at the back of the room. It was set away from the rest and, typically for her egomaniac ‘master’, raised on a small dais. She turned, automatically scanning the layout of the room and its occupants. Open-plan with little cover, it wouldn’t be an easy place to defend.
Another abandoned building, this time what looked like a warehouse, the ceiling was high and dark beyond the pendant lighting that had been installed as part of the ‘club refit’. Too high. Too dark. Anyone could be watching from up there, the old windows were barely proof against the elements, let alone a determined intruder. But then, the only people likely to attack were the authorities…or her mate, so she didn’t plan on defending anything. Certainly not Sellers’ worthless ass.
“He’s got detection spells rigged all over the place.”
Rat followed her gaze for a moment, then dropped to sprawl effortlessly over the low, padded seating that ran around the table in a semi-circle. Unbidden, her gaze followed him, noting the way he moved. Admiring the hard, muscular body under the suit Sellers had picked out for him, just like he’d picked out her outfit; a skimpy shift dress that exposed most of her arms and legs.
“Fucking spell.” She tore her gaze away, breathing hard. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from the half-pixie, when everything within her wanted to curl around him like a cat.
“Don’t look at me,” he advised in a soft voice, and when she looked at him, he was looking up at the ceiling. It was easier to pull away and look up when their gazes weren’t connected. Idly flicking her vision over to that of her dragon, she picked out the runes of the spells Sellers had in place. She frowned as, one by one, the runes went dark.
“Are you doing that?” she asked Rat, and when he didn’t answer, turned to look at him.
He was right there, almost nose to nose with her, his blue eyes darker with lust and whatever it was demon’s thought about.
“No….” He picked up a strand of her hair and tugged gently, bringing her closer. “My sole contribution to our escape was a phone call.”
“Phone call?” Her lips phrased the question but her mind had gone blank the closer he got. Heat and need shivered through her, her entire body aching for the touch of his lips on hers. Within her, her dragon recoiled, but even that didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was the man who pulled her into his arms, and laid his lips over hers.
***
“This Sellers bastard is taking the piss now,” Jared Stone, one of the team with Duke, grumbled as they climbed the ancient fire escapes to get to the roof of the building their anonymous tip had said the next illegal fight would be. Not only that, but the tip-off had also confirmed that Sellers was supposed to be in attendance. After a day of chasing his tail, terrified for his mate, Duke was ready to go to war on less. “This is way too close to the last location.”
Duke ignored the chatter behind him, leading the way across the walkways. His vision was half and half, the dragon half giving him an overlay of where all Sellers’ spells were. The runes danced and pulsed in the corners of his eyes, not there when he looked directly at them, so he had to turn and use his peripheral vision to lock them down.
He reached the largest concentration and squatted down next to a window, motioning to the others to spread out. After the tip off, Iliona had assembled a task-force. Pretty much every operative who wasn’t out on assignment was in the darkness somewhere around him. They had werewolves, gargoyles…hell, even the Dyrad,
“So good of you to join me this evening. And let me tell you, we have some treats in store for you tonight!”
She turned away, letting Sellers’ voice fall into the background, and made her way to the table at the back of the room. It was set away from the rest and, typically for her egomaniac ‘master’, raised on a small dais. She turned, automatically scanning the layout of the room and its occupants. Open-plan with little cover, it wouldn’t be an easy place to defend.
Another abandoned building, this time what looked like a warehouse, the ceiling was high and dark beyond the pendant lighting that had been installed as part of the ‘club refit’. Too high. Too dark. Anyone could be watching from up there, the old windows were barely proof against the elements, let alone a determined intruder. But then, the only people likely to attack were the authorities…or her mate, so she didn’t plan on defending anything. Certainly not Sellers’ worthless ass.
“He’s got detection spells rigged all over the place.”
Rat followed her gaze for a moment, then dropped to sprawl effortlessly over the low, padded seating that ran around the table in a semi-circle. Unbidden, her gaze followed him, noting the way he moved. Admiring the hard, muscular body under the suit Sellers had picked out for him, just like he’d picked out her outfit; a skimpy shift dress that exposed most of her arms and legs.
“Fucking spell.” She tore her gaze away, breathing hard. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from the half-pixie, when everything within her wanted to curl around him like a cat.
“Don’t look at me,” he advised in a soft voice, and when she looked at him, he was looking up at the ceiling. It was easier to pull away and look up when their gazes weren’t connected. Idly flicking her vision over to that of her dragon, she picked out the runes of the spells Sellers had in place. She frowned as, one by one, the runes went dark.
“Are you doing that?” she asked Rat, and when he didn’t answer, turned to look at him.
He was right there, almost nose to nose with her, his blue eyes darker with lust and whatever it was demon’s thought about.
“No….” He picked up a strand of her hair and tugged gently, bringing her closer. “My sole contribution to our escape was a phone call.”
“Phone call?” Her lips phrased the question but her mind had gone blank the closer he got. Heat and need shivered through her, her entire body aching for the touch of his lips on hers. Within her, her dragon recoiled, but even that didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was the man who pulled her into his arms, and laid his lips over hers.
***
“This Sellers bastard is taking the piss now,” Jared Stone, one of the team with Duke, grumbled as they climbed the ancient fire escapes to get to the roof of the building their anonymous tip had said the next illegal fight would be. Not only that, but the tip-off had also confirmed that Sellers was supposed to be in attendance. After a day of chasing his tail, terrified for his mate, Duke was ready to go to war on less. “This is way too close to the last location.”
Duke ignored the chatter behind him, leading the way across the walkways. His vision was half and half, the dragon half giving him an overlay of where all Sellers’ spells were. The runes danced and pulsed in the corners of his eyes, not there when he looked directly at them, so he had to turn and use his peripheral vision to lock them down.
He reached the largest concentration and squatted down next to a window, motioning to the others to spread out. After the tip off, Iliona had assembled a task-force. Pretty much every operative who wasn’t out on assignment was in the darkness somewhere around him. They had werewolves, gargoyles…hell, even the Dyrad,
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