city of dragons 02 - fire storm
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Contents
Synopsis
Copyright
Title Page
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Fire Storm
City of Dragons
Book Two
by Val St. Crowe
Penny Caspian here. Another day, another dead dragon shifter in Sea City. This one’s Fletcher Remington, a rich playboy who enjoyed surfing and heroin until he disappeared without a trace. Detective Lachlan Flint and I are on the case, mixing it up with the upper crust to find out what happened to him.
Speaking of Lachlan and me—we’re in a holding pattern. He’s afraid to get close to me, because he’s apparently so mesmerized by the taste of my blood that he’s afraid he’ll lose control and hurt me. I keep saying that I can take care of myself, but it’s like he’s deaf.
And the one time he does actually get swept up in the moment and kiss me again, my ex shows up. Yeah, the abusive jerk has powerful magic now—I don’t know from where—and he’s got no qualms about using it to beat me senseless and pummel Lachlan too.
My ex wants me back, but that’s never going to happen.
FIRE STORM
© copyright 2016 by Val St.Crowe
http://vjchambers.com
Punk Rawk Books
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Fire Storm
City of Dragons
Book Two
Val St. Crowe
CHAPTER ONE
“Wait, I don’t get it,” said Connor Beckett, folding his arms over his chest. Connor was a gargoyle, and his uniform polo shirt stretched tight over his gray, chiseled-looking chest. He had wings too. “Let’s go over all of this again.”
“Again?” I said. I might have thought Connor was attractive, but he was gay, for one thing. For another thing, he was my employee. The uniform he was wearing had the name of my hotel emblazoned on its front pocket: the Purple Dolphin Hotel and Suites. And finally, he was like the kid brother I never had. It would have been incestuous to think he was attractive. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t. He was living stone, like some kind of walking, talking work of art. “I have explained this numerous times. On numerous occasions.”
“Yeah, but it still doesn’t make any sense.” He lounged against the main desk in the lobby of the hotel.
I was on the other side. Ostensibly, I was doing rounds to make sure that everything was okay in the hotel. Last month, we’d been deluged with spring breakers, and it had been a bit chaotic. Things had calmed down again, but it was only the lull before the storm of summer season. Anyway, the lack of action meant that I could spend time gabbing with Connor.
I sighed. “It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s none of your business, anyway.”
“Girl, please,” he said, shaking his head at me. “You need my advice on your love life.”
“I don’t have a love life.”
“Which is why you need me.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, I don’t. I’m not ready for anything serious. Neither is he. That’s all.”
“But let’s go over this kiss again, hmm?”
“No.” I was sulking, but if I’d really been that annoyed, I would have just walked out of the room. The truth was that it was nice to have something a little bit silly like a burgeoning romance to talk about with my friend.
“You said it was all cinematic, like the camera panned back to show the sky and the sea and—”
“I didn’t say anything like that. You’re inventing all of this.”
“But it was an amazing kiss?”
“It was fine.”
“Fine?” He made a pfft noise. “It was way more than fine. For days afterward, you were practically glowing.”
“I was not.” I did not glow. Maybe that was something I used to do, but all of that was in the past.
“Look, I’m just saying that you like him, and he likes you, so why aren’t you guys like an official couple by now? How long ago was that kiss?”
“I don’t know how long it was.”
“I think it’s been a month and a half,” he said.
Now I was starting to get a little perturbed. Maybe it was because I hadn’t realized how long ago it had actually been. “Look, we kissed, and it was nice, but after it was over, we were both pretty freaked out, and we agreed that we weren’t ready for it, and we decided we’d take a step back. I mean, neither of us have the best of luck in relationships, you know.”
“All the more reason to get back in the saddle,” said Connor. “Erase all the bad juju.”
My ex-husband Alastair had been abusive. We were both dragon shifters, and we had a mating bond. That meant I was inexplicably drawn to him, even though he hurt me.
And Lachlan Flint, the other side of this kiss, had it even worse. His marriage had broken up when his stepson had shot both him and his four-year-old daughter. The little girl had died, but Lachlan’d had vampire blood in his system, so he’d come back as a vampire. He was completely destroyed over it, and when he said he wasn’t ready for a relationship, I absolutely understood.
But had it really been a month and a half?
“Honestly,” said Connor, “he hasn’t even been around all that much lately.”
“I think he got pulled in on doing spring break duty. Running around busting loud parties, that kind of thing,” I said. “He hasn’t needed my expertise.” I was the magical creatures consultant to the Sea City Police Department, and Lachlan was the officer who handled the magical creatures cases. Since the big serial killer case in March, things had been relatively quiet.
“Or maybe he’s avoiding you,” said Connor.
I glared at him. “You know that lack of a filter on your mouth? You might think of developing one.”
He shrugged. “Sorry. I can’t help it. Stuff just flies out. Anyway, I don’t mean he’s avoiding you because he regrets the kiss or anything. Because any straight guy out there would be lucky to kiss you.”
I couldn’t help but melt a little. “Aw, that’s sweet, Connor.”
“I’m serious. And I know he likes you. I just think that he’s afraid of commitment or something.”
“Well, I am too,” I said. “Anyway, why are we talking about me and my pitiful lack of a love life? You’re the one who’s had guys in and out of here the past few weeks.”
Connor looked embarrassed. “Just ‘cause of all the spring breakers,” he said. “Lots of young, unattached, hot guys.” He got a wistful look in his eye. “And now it’s May, and they’re all gone.”
I reached across the d
esk to pat him on the arm. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
He turned sorrowful eyes on me. “I know. It’s the saddest thing in the world, really.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
He stuck a finger in my face. “Hey, it’s not funny. And besides, I’d much rather find someone that I really connected with, instead of just a string of drunken hook-ups, you know?”
I nodded. “I know. You will.”
“You and Felicity both are off the market now, and I’m all alone, still.”
“Hey,” I said. “First of all, not off the market. Taking it slow—month-and-a-half slow, as you just pointed out. And secondly, you are never alone. I’m always here for you. And so is Felicity, in her own, very preoccupied, way.” Felicity was my best friend. She was newly in a live-in relationship with a vampire named Jensen. We never saw her these days, because she was too busy making googly eyes at her new beau.
Connor giggled. “She is so dick whipped.”
“Eew,” I said. “Can you not be so crude, please?”
“Um, I’m going to be crude,” said Connor. “That filter thing?”
I sighed. “You know what, I really am leaving to go check the hotel.”
“What?” he said.
I started out of the lobby, waving as I went.
“You can’t handle a little dick?” he called after me.
I cringed.
* * *
The shell was ringing.
I was lying on a towel on the beach, soaking up the rays, holding a beautiful conch shell up to my ear, and it was ringing.
No.
That wasn’t a shell.
It was my phone.
And I wasn’t on the beach. I was in my bed, dreaming of shells and beaches and—
I sat up, grabbing my phone off the bedside table. “Felicity?” I said into the receiver. “Did he hurt you?”
“It’s Lachlan,” said the soft Texas drawl of the voice on the other end of the phone.
My stomach turned over. “Oh,” I said. “Hi. Um, how are you?”
“Good,” he said. “How are you? Did I wake you? You sound half asleep.”
“No, I’ve been up for hours,” I said. “What time is it?”
“It’s only eight-thirty,” he said. “I know you sleep in.”
I cleared my throat. “Okay, I was asleep.” Why had I lied to him? I didn’t want him to think I was a lazy person who slept in late, I guessed. “Um, it’s good to hear from you.”
Silence.
Crap. Should I have said that?
“There’s a case,” he said.
“Oh,” I said. “So, that’s why you’re calling. Of course it’s why you’re calling. I mean, why else would you—”
“Penny, I’m sorry I… When we talked before, I thought we were on the same page,” he said.
“We are,” I said. “Taking it slow. Slow like a glacier. I’m cool with it. It’s what I want.” I cleared my throat again. Damn, maybe I should shower and have coffee before trying to put together sentences.
He was quiet again.
“So, um—” I started.
“Have you ever read Jane Eyre?” he said at the same time.
“Um, that’s by one of the Brontes?”
“Charlotte,” he said. “Jane and Mr. Rochester are kept apart because of all of his horrible secrets—”
“But we don’t have anymore secrets,” I said.
“Look, the point is that it isn’t so easy,” he said. “You can’t simply jump from one kiss to happily ever after—”
“Stop,” I said. “I’m not accusing you of anything.”
“‘Like a glacier?’” he repeated pointedly.
It was my turn to be quiet.
“If I had my crazy wife locked upstairs in my attic, then you would understand why I was hesitant to jump into anything,” he said.
“What? Your wife is crazy?”
He sighed. “That’s from Jane Eyre.”
“Oh.” I considered. “Maybe I didn’t read that one.”
“Oh, sorry,” he said. “That’s kind of a major spoiler. Still, with a book that’s been out a hundred years, the ending’s kind of out there, don’t you think? I mean, were you really ever going to read it?”
“Lachlan, let’s just talk about the case.”
“Sure,” he said. “So, it’s dragons, and I definitely need you.”
“Dragons?” I sat up straighter in bed.
“Yeah, missing persons, officially,” he said. “But the family is convinced that it’s murder, and since they’re very well off and donate lots of money to the police department, we’re going to go down there and treat their suspicions with respect.”
“Sure,” I said. “Who is it? Who’s missing?”
“Uh…” His voice got distant for a second. Probably taking his phone away from his ear to check his notes. “Fletcher Remington. Ring any bells?”
“Not really,” I said. “I know the Remington name and reputation, but not Fletcher per se.”
“That’s okay,” he said. “I’m heading up to talk to the family now. I’ll pick you up?”
“Oh,” I said. “Okay, sure.” I needed to get in the shower. “When will you be here?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes?”
Crap. “Bring coffee, please,” I told him, and I hung up.
CHAPTER TWO
When Lachlan got there, my hair was still wet from the shower. He strode up the sidewalk to the lobby, holding a cardboard cup of coffee from a convenience store. He was wearing a suit and a silk green tie that fluttered in the ocean breeze. His sunglasses obscured his expression.
Still, seeing him again after so long, I was struck by how attractive he was. He had a dimpled chin and a straight nose. He could have been a male model. He was perfection.
I swallowed.
He held out the coffee like a peace offering.
I took it.
He pulled off his sunglasses.
My breath caught in my throat. His good looks dazzled me.
“I guess I should have called before this,” he said. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
I waved his apology away and took a drink of the coffee. Ooh. Black and bitter. I recoiled.
“Oh!” He felt around in his pockets and yanked out handfuls of creamers and sugar packets.
“Thank you,” I said, snatching them. “You know me so well.”
He smirked.
We gazed at each other for a minute. I remembered the kiss. It hadn’t been the only kiss. There had been more kisses on another night. Lachlan had been drunk, and we had vowed to forget it ever happened. And that was to say nothing of the two times he’d… bitten me, which had been an intense and powerful experience, one that I’d actually liked, even though I was ashamed to admit it.
But we didn’t talk about that.
He reached out and tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “You look…”
I peered up at him.
He yanked his hand back and turned away from me.
I bit down on my bottom lip. I looked like a drowned rat. Maybe I should have blow-dried my hair before he got there, but there hadn’t been time.
“Damn it, Penny,” he muttered. And then he started walking for his car, not even looking behind himself to see if I was coming along.
I trailed after him.
He got in the car, and I followed suit.
Once we were on the road, I began adding sugar packets and creamers to my coffee. I watched as the scenery streamed by. On the right hand side, the ocean view was blocked out by huge twenty-story hotels. On the left hand side, there were restaurants and strip malls and gas stations.
“So, this Fletcher Remington person,” I said, sipping my now-delicious coffee. “Does he have a mate?”
“No, he still lives with his parents,” said Lachlan. “I got the impression he was young, but you never know exactly with dragons.”
We dragons had a long life span. We tended to live until
we were three hundred or so. Dragons who weren’t mated were all considered young, even if they were nearly a hundred years old.
“So, an unmated dragon is missing and his parents think he’s dead,” I said.
“Yeah, they seem pretty certain of it,” he said. “Can’t figure out why they’d be so sure unless maybe they’re involved.”
“Well,” I said, “in a case like this, the family generally assumes a slayer got the family member if they don’t hear from them in a while and they can’t get in touch with them.” That was what had happened to my parents, near as we knew.
“I suppose I wasn’t taking into consideration how often that happens to dragons.” He glanced at me quickly. “I’m sorry.”
“Slayers aren’t your fault,” I said. “But no one ever catches them either, so people don’t usually bother to call in the police.”
“They’re probably calling us in because of all the publicity around the Dragon Slasher case,” he said.
“I guess we are kind of high profile,” I said. “Maybe the family thinks that the people who caught the serial killer taking out dragon girls will be able to take out a slayer too.” In March, we’d put Anthony Barnes away for killing three young dragon females. He was a drake who’d been using them as meat that regenerated.
Drakes were people who’d ingested dragon flesh—a popular street drug that conveyed magical powers and a feeling of invincibility on the user—and then died with it in their system. They turned into half-dragon, half-human hybrids, sporting scales and claws, and they had an insatiable desire for meat. Many were addicted to dragon flesh and would go to extremes to get more.
My best friend Felicity was a drake, but she never ate dragon, only animal meat. She liked it rare.
Lachlan groaned. “I doubt it.”
“Doubt what?”
“If this is a slayer, we’re never going to crack the case.”
“No?”
“They never leave any evidence,” he said. “They cut up the dragon’s body and sell it.”
Vampires would pay for the blood. Drakes for the flesh. Mages would take the scales, bones, and claws to make talismans.
I grimaced, feeling itchy under my skin. My kind was hunted. It made me feel like less than a person sometimes.