Dragon's Chase (Paranormal Protection Agency) (Paranormal Protection Agency Book 7) by Mina Carter Page B
Authors: Mina Carter
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Destiny, was with them tonight, although Duke wasn’t sure what help she’d be in a building constructed of concrete and steel.
“Way, way too close.” Jared continued to grumble, leaning against a support pillar two down from Duke. “Does he think we’re stupid or something?”
“Yeah. Well,” Rhod Claus, looked up and grinned. “With you, he’d be right.”
“Screw you, Santa.”
“Hey!” Rhod looked down through the window again, but continued the banter. “No dissing the big man. Or you get coal this year.”
Another operative a little way down the roof popped his head up. Cole, Rhod’s brother, and another Santa elf. “What’s that? Who gets me?”
Rhod sighed. “Not you, dipshit. Coal , coal. Real coal.”
“Well, you should’ve said!” Cole opened his mouth to deliver another salvo, but Duke had had enough.
“ Shut it! This is a serious operation, not an episode of The Three fucking Stooges!”
Cole nodded, but flipped his brother the bird anyway. “Suits me. Have you seen the peep show going on down there? Dudes need to get a room, like seriously.”
Duke reached out a tendril of shadow, sliding it through a broken corner of the glass like an octopus’ tentacle to snuff out the runes nearest to them. He worked out, giving them an area to work with, but not one large enough that would trigger alarm. Hopefully, Sellers would just think some pigeon had flown through the rune and disturbed it. To facilitate that line of thought, he slid the tendril behind a group of roosting birds and knocked them all off their perches. Flapping and feathers ensued, giving him chance to crack the window open and peer through the gap.
What he saw stopped him dead. There, below them, was Chase, wrapped up in some guy’s arms. Kissing him. Not just kissing him. He had her under him on the plush seating, her blonde hair spread around her like a bright halo. Rage hit him as he froze in place, red filtering over his vision. She was his mate. His .
“Hey…Duke. Mate, you need to calm it down.” Jared’s worried tones filtered through the roaring in his ears and he blinked, the red mist sliding away until he could look up at the werewolf. Jared’s eyes were maxed out with his wolf, but the concerned expression was all human. His gaze flicked down to Duke’s hand, then back up again.
Duke followed the look. His hand was wrapped around a steel girder. Or what was left of it anyway. He’d crushed the thing in his rage. Releasing his grip and moving his hand revealed a perfect imprint.
“Thought you were gonna scale out on us there, big man.” Jared joked, but his tone was too serious. “And this roof just won’t take all of us and your big, scaly ass, you know? So keep it together man, at least until we get in there?”
Sucking in a hard breath, Duke nodded. Ris had given him the low down on the collar Chase wore. An ancient magic, it controlled her and her magic. Whatever she did, whatever atrocities she’d committed in the past while wearing the collar, was all down to Sellers. She wasn’t responsible for and couldn’t control her own actions.
He had to hold onto that thought or he’d go mad. Madder, because he was pretty fucking mad right now.
“The other teams are already in position,” Rhod confirmed, his voice business-like now as everyone looked toward Duke. Since he was the lead on this investigation, it was his operation and his call. “Just waiting on your say-so, boss-man.”
He nodded, and a slow, dangerous grin spread over his face.
“Let’s burn this fucking place down.”
***
Kissing Rat was, in a word, amazing. For a moment, everything around them—the club, the chatter of the clientele, the sound of Sellers’ voice as he announced the first of the fights—fell away. Rat’s lips were warm and firm and for an evil villain’s lackey he sure as hell knew how to kiss.
With how rough and tough he looked, she didn’t anticipate the soft brush of his mouth over
“Way, way too close.” Jared continued to grumble, leaning against a support pillar two down from Duke. “Does he think we’re stupid or something?”
“Yeah. Well,” Rhod Claus, looked up and grinned. “With you, he’d be right.”
“Screw you, Santa.”
“Hey!” Rhod looked down through the window again, but continued the banter. “No dissing the big man. Or you get coal this year.”
Another operative a little way down the roof popped his head up. Cole, Rhod’s brother, and another Santa elf. “What’s that? Who gets me?”
Rhod sighed. “Not you, dipshit. Coal , coal. Real coal.”
“Well, you should’ve said!” Cole opened his mouth to deliver another salvo, but Duke had had enough.
“ Shut it! This is a serious operation, not an episode of The Three fucking Stooges!”
Cole nodded, but flipped his brother the bird anyway. “Suits me. Have you seen the peep show going on down there? Dudes need to get a room, like seriously.”
Duke reached out a tendril of shadow, sliding it through a broken corner of the glass like an octopus’ tentacle to snuff out the runes nearest to them. He worked out, giving them an area to work with, but not one large enough that would trigger alarm. Hopefully, Sellers would just think some pigeon had flown through the rune and disturbed it. To facilitate that line of thought, he slid the tendril behind a group of roosting birds and knocked them all off their perches. Flapping and feathers ensued, giving him chance to crack the window open and peer through the gap.
What he saw stopped him dead. There, below them, was Chase, wrapped up in some guy’s arms. Kissing him. Not just kissing him. He had her under him on the plush seating, her blonde hair spread around her like a bright halo. Rage hit him as he froze in place, red filtering over his vision. She was his mate. His .
“Hey…Duke. Mate, you need to calm it down.” Jared’s worried tones filtered through the roaring in his ears and he blinked, the red mist sliding away until he could look up at the werewolf. Jared’s eyes were maxed out with his wolf, but the concerned expression was all human. His gaze flicked down to Duke’s hand, then back up again.
Duke followed the look. His hand was wrapped around a steel girder. Or what was left of it anyway. He’d crushed the thing in his rage. Releasing his grip and moving his hand revealed a perfect imprint.
“Thought you were gonna scale out on us there, big man.” Jared joked, but his tone was too serious. “And this roof just won’t take all of us and your big, scaly ass, you know? So keep it together man, at least until we get in there?”
Sucking in a hard breath, Duke nodded. Ris had given him the low down on the collar Chase wore. An ancient magic, it controlled her and her magic. Whatever she did, whatever atrocities she’d committed in the past while wearing the collar, was all down to Sellers. She wasn’t responsible for and couldn’t control her own actions.
He had to hold onto that thought or he’d go mad. Madder, because he was pretty fucking mad right now.
“The other teams are already in position,” Rhod confirmed, his voice business-like now as everyone looked toward Duke. Since he was the lead on this investigation, it was his operation and his call. “Just waiting on your say-so, boss-man.”
He nodded, and a slow, dangerous grin spread over his face.
“Let’s burn this fucking place down.”
***
Kissing Rat was, in a word, amazing. For a moment, everything around them—the club, the chatter of the clientele, the sound of Sellers’ voice as he announced the first of the fights—fell away. Rat’s lips were warm and firm and for an evil villain’s lackey he sure as hell knew how to kiss.
With how rough and tough he looked, she didn’t anticipate the soft brush of his mouth over
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