The Vampire's Spell: Alone with The Night (Book 6)

by Lucy Lyons

  She picked up the pace and the intensity of her strokes and they rose on a shared every nerve ending laid open to jolts of sizzling energy. Together they climbed, their breathing ragged, and broke apart in white heat.

  She fell against him and they sat like that in the cooling water as they come down from their lovemaking.

  “That was amazing,” Ryan said stroking her red hair. “Now let me ask you a serious question.”

  “What’s that?”

  An urgent rap on the bathroom door interrupted him before he could ask what was on his mind.

  “Sir, I think you should come out here,” said Simmons through the door. His voice was muffled and Steph could barely make out what he said.

  “We’ll be a few minutes,” called Ryan.

  “Sir, this is important.”

  Ryan sighed. “We just can get a few minutes alone, can we?” he murmured into Steph’s ear.

  “I’ll stay right here,” she said lazily.

  “Mr. Ryan, sir,” said Simmons more urgently after a few more raps on the door.

  Ryan stood with water dripping from his lean body and grabbed a towel.

  “Just a minute.”

  “He sounds upset,” said Steph standing after Ryan. The majordomo’s voice was not calm unlike the first-time Steph saw him and this made Steph take notice. Warning bells trained into her a Marine went off. She rubbed herself furiously with a towel and then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that Ryan brought her before he got into the bathtub. She drew on the hoodie and canvas mules grateful that Ryan’s mother was the same size as her.

  Ryan finished dressing the same time she did, and he opened the door. Simmons stood outside his face pale.

  “Sir. There are some gentlemen to see you.”

  “What gentlemen?” questioned Ryan.

  “They didn’t say sir. They wait in the atrium.”

  Ryan and Steph walked the hallway and then halfway down the stairs when they spotted two men. Ryan froze in his tracks.

  They’re dragons.

  How do you know?

  I smell them.

  What do we do?

  Run. Up the stairs now! There is a ladder in the hallway that leads to the roof. Get to the roof and I’ll meet you there.

  But what about you?

  I’ll meet you there, he said firmly in her mind.

  But-

  No buts. I know you are an ass-kicking woman but you can’t go up against a single dragon, let alone two.

  Hurry then.

  I will.

  With trepidation clenching her stomach, Steph retraced her steps. At the top of the stairwell she leaned over the railing and looked at Ryan, arms crossed and sensed that he was holding them off with talk to give her time to get to the roof.

  She ran along the corridor and found the wooden ladder attached to the wall. Steph climbed.

  “Miss?” said Simmons from under her. “Where are you going?”

  “Get some air,” she said put one hand over the other to make the top. Once there she encountered a recessed handle.

  “Pull it and it will open,” said Simmons. “But I don’t understand why-”

  “Thanks. You’ve been a big help. Will you see to Mr. Kaur? He might need you.”

  The ceiling panel swung open with a pop and Steph pushed herself onto the ceiling. She scanned the sky with her hand shading her eyes, her doing a pitter patter in her chest as she waited for Ryan. She hated not being in the thick of the action, but he was right. As much as she hated to admit, Ryan was better equipped to handle the dragons that she was.

  A frightening roar filled the air, and Ryan as a blue dragon dove and grabbed her by the claws. Turning her head, she saw a red and green dragon rushing toward them.

  Take a deep breath.

  Steph gulped a deep breath of air and Ryan dove. Cold prickled her skin and her heart hammered in her chest.

  When air rushed around her body again, she breathed. It was night again, though the air wasn’t quite as cold as Scotland. Ryan settled on a broad lawn and Steph saw he returned to his home in Connecticut. He shifted and Steph felt the strange curl of dragon magic around her as he became human again.

  “Right back where we started,” she said.

  He set her on her feet.

  “It was the only place I could think of. Apparently I need a mental picture of a place to get there.”

  “And in the same state of dress I see,” said Steph looking at his naked body.

  “Well, you have nothing for a French kilt here. Unless you give me your hoody.”

  “We have to figure out something about clothes for you. If you keep shredding them every time you change—”

  Ryan took her hand and started the walk back to the house.

  “At the dragon’s palace people wore robes. I understand why now.”

  “Wait. Dragon’s palace?”

  “Yeah, that’s where Calvin took me after we left you at the hospital.”

  “Where is that?”

  “I don’t know. But I met the queen of the dragons. She’s the one behind adopting out dragons to rich families.”

  “It makes sense dragons were behind that. I didn’t think there was one dragon who directed it, though.”

  “Yeah, she’s one scary dragon. She’s the reason I left abruptly.” Ryan fell silent then and a pensive look came over his face and Steph didn’t like the silence. She punched his arm playfully.

  “Well robes don’t work unless you want to join a monastery.”

  “No, I definitely don’t want to join a monastery,” he said with a wicked smile. “I hear they don’t allow women.”

  “Can’t live without women?” Steph asked coyly.

  “Can’t live without you.”

  “That’s sweet, but that doesn’t solve your fashion problem.”

  “I should have landed in the pool and I could have said I was skinny dipping.”

  “Well, there is one thing that is true about you. Life with you is not boring.

  “I pride myself on my “not-boringness.”

  They walked into the security lights by the pool and Ryan ducked into the cabana by it for a couple minutes. He walked out a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt.

  “How’s that?”

  “Not as exciting as you naked but it will do.”

  Ryan pulled Steph into his arms and kissed with a passion that made her head spin.

  “Let’s go upstairs to my room.”

  “Aren’t you hungry?”

  “Only for you.”

  “Well, maybe you can live on love alone, but I’m famished.”

  “Okay, we’ll make a trip to the kitchen first. Then I’ll ravish you.”

  “Incorrigible,” she said as Ryan drew open the patio door and they stepped in. Immediately lights in the study switched on. His father sat at his desk with a drawn and pinched expression on his face and several police officers stood by the double door.

  “Son,” said Mr. Kaur. “I’m sorry. These men are here to arrest you.”

  “What are the charges,” said Steph. “I’m his lawyer.”

  “Evading responsibility, assault, and kidnapping,” said one officer who stepped forward.

  “They have a warrant,” said Mr. Kaur. “Ryan, you have to go with them.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Ryan

  Ryan huffed as the police officer ordered him to put his hands on his father’s desk, while the cop patted his body searching for weapons.

  “You should have seen me five minutes ago. You wouldn’t have needed to pat me down.”

  “Ryan,” his father said in a warning voice, “don’t say a word.”

  “He’s right,” said Steph. Alarm sounded in her voice. “You don’t want additional charges brought for resisting.”

  “You have the right to remain silent…” The officer went through his spiel.

  “Do you understand these rights?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then this way, sir.
”

  “Where are you taking him?” said Mr. Kaur.

  “You can check the docket for his arraignment.”

  “But I’d like to arrange bail.”

  “For these charges, there is no bail.”

  “He’s right,” said Steph. “In this state for felonies there is no bail before arraignment.”

  “We’ll see you in court tomorrow, son.”

  “And we’ll bring a decent change of clothes,” added Steph.

  “You might want to bring several,” said Ryan with a wink.

  “Come on, Kaur. I don’t want to be at the station all night doing paperwork.”

  “Bye, Dad, Steph.” Though he was furious, Ryan allowed the officer to take him out of the house and into the police car. The thought briefly crossed his mind that he could shift and escape but that would just out him as a dragon. As far as he knew his cover as a human was still firmly in place and Ryan would like to keep it that way.

  Each officer had their own car and the other officer drove behind them on the dark country road. The headlights cut through the darkness but only illuminated small sections of the pavement. From the back seat, he could barely see their path but what he did see was a flash of bright light. The police officer cursed.

  “Dispatch,” said the officer, “Are there reports of a fire on my inbound route?”

  “Negative,” crackled the response from dispatch.

  The car slowed to a crawl.

  “There is something out here blocking the road, dispatch. It looks like a fire. Call county fire and get them to clear this road.”

  “Ten-four. Will do.”

  The car stopped and sitting up in his seat he observed the fire blazing in the middle the road. A thick tree trunk burning completely from end to end blocked their passage. Ryan thought it was strange that the log would burn like that. How would anyone get such a large piece of wood to burn like that, not unless they were—”

  “Oh shit,” exclaimed Ryan. “Turn around, turn around. Get out of here was fast as you can.”

  “Be qui—”

  But the man stopped in mid-sentence as a large red dragon rose up from behind the fire. It trumpeted a high trilling sound and a green dragon appeared behind him.

  “What the hell?” said the officer in confusion.

  “Go, go, go,” said Ryan shocked that these two could find him. “These guys don’t play. Turn around.”

  The officer turned on his flashing lights that gave a surreal feel to the dark county lane frantically turning his wheel. But it proved difficult to turn the full-sized police car on a narrow country lane with another vehicle behind him. The car fell forward into a depression at the side of the road and the tires spun without traction in the soft earth.

  The red dragon hopped over the fire like he was playing a child’s game of hopscotch. With one talon, he tore the driver’s side door of the police car like it was a piece of thin aluminum foil. The dragon dug his claws into the police office and dragged him out in the night. The man screamed as the dragon shook him like a rag doll and then tossed him to the side of the road. Ryan turned to find the green dragon at the second car and doing the same thing to the unfortunate officer in it.

  “Stop,” Ryan yelled but all that came out was a dragon’s roar. His arms thickened and with a sick feeling Ryan knew he was transforming. The handcuffs broke apart but not before they drew blood so as he struggled to get free of the seatbelt his blood smeared the straps. His growing body rapidly filled the back seat of the cruiser. Ryan’s clothes tore and he thought wryly that maybe he needed to move to a nudist colony. He twisted and pushed his feet as they turned into his rear claws into the door and it popped open. He jammed his fore claws into the fabric of the roof over head and propelled himself out of the car. Ryan winced out as his wings curled around his shoulder caught the edge of the door’s outer frame, but they didn’t rip. His growing tail pulled uncomfortably beneath him as he yanked his body free of the car.

  The green dragon stood before him taller and heftier than Ryan. But Ryan’s anger surged through him like fire and his only thought was of ripping this dragon limb from limb.

  Instead he breathed the fire rumbling in his belly but was surprised that it came out as a trickle. Laughter filled his head from the red dragon.

  You spent all your baby fire on the queen, the bigger dragon laughed. Of course, it didn’t hurt her. Most dragonets spill their harmless baby fire when they are hatchlings. This only reveals your ignorance of our ways. Come back with us, and we will teach you what it means to be a dragon.

  If, replied Ryan, being a dragon means harming defenseless humans, then I want nothing to do with you, whoever you are, or your vile queen.

  I have my orders. If I have to drag you back by your worthless tail, I will do that.

  Try, spit back Ryan.

  As you wish, weyrling. It will be the first of many lessons.

  The red dragon drew his body to his full height and spit a stream of yellow fire at Ryan. He ducked and avoided the flames as they sucked the air from his lungs causing him to gag.

  Reece, Ryan heard in his head. You are not to harm him.

  His arrogant ass needs a good lesson. A few charred scales won’t do great damage.

  Do you want to fly the hard way home if you do burn him?

  Shut up. He’s listening.

  With his sharp hearing the moans of the injured men met his ears. One was breathing raggedly which couldn’t be good.

  Come, weyrling. Do not make this difficult.

  Who? For you or me? I tell you what. Take your attitude, stick it where the sun doesn’t shine and take it back to Rhea and do not bother me and mine again.

  Can’t do that, weyrling. So let’s get this over with.

  The red dragon launched himself at Ryan. He and Ryan tangled in a mass of scales, wings and claws. The red dragon snapped at him with his powerful jaw, trying to find a place to sink his fangs into Ryan’s flesh. But Ryan writhed and twisted, and slashed the red dragon with his claws. He hit one lucky blow where the red dragon brought his ugly face too close to Ryan and he slashed him down his eye. His opponent howled and fell away and Ryan thought he had his chance to escape now. He flew over the fire raging in the road, but just he thought he cleared it, he felt a yank at his trailing tail and he fell belly first into the flame.

  Ryan yelled his pain as the fire ate his flesh and he thrashed as the other dragons dragged him into a field and rolled him under the flames went out. Ryan lay gasping, his dragon skin screaming with burnt nerve endings and charred scales.

  Reece. You better get your ass out of here, the green dragon said. Rhea will fucking kill you for sure.

  The screeching of fire trucks horn filled the night but Ryan didn’t know if it was good they did. Certainly, the cops needed help but Ryan didn’t know what they could do for him as a dragon.

  I’ll leave, replied Reece sourly. But the pup deserved this.

  Reece!

  With a heavy flap of wings in the night sky his tormentor was gone but the other stayed.

  Ryan, you need to shift.

  Can’t. Hurts. Ryan wasn’t one to whine, but he never imagined that this much pain could exist. It felt like little knives stabbed every nerve ending.

  It will hurt to do so, but then it will hurt far less in human form. I’ll help. Focus on my thoughts.

  Ryan didn’t know what the red dragon could do, but then he heard the dragon’s words in his mind and he got pictures too of him shifting back to human form. He screamed as wings receded, his mid-section narrowed and reformed, his burned fore and back legs straightened and his claws became hands. Finally, the pain eased though it did not stop.

  Stand, ordered the red dragon.

  Ryan felt lightheaded when he got to his feet.

  I will go now. But the queen will want you back, Ryan Kaur. She will send others.

  Let her. I will not be unprepared next time.

  The green dragon shook its triangular hea
d and leaped then flapped great wings to rise into the night.

  Ryan saw the flashes of fire engines’ lights and stumbled back to the road. He was naked again, of course. He was beginning to hate it that he couldn’t seem to keep a set of clothes for more than five minutes. But someone had to show the EMT’s where the cops were especially the one who was the most hurt.

  “Help,” cried Ryan when he saw the emergency workers. “Hurry. Two cops are injured.” He pointed in the directions of the fallen policemen.

  One firefighter ran to Ryan with a blanket in his hand, then stared at large patches of red on his skin.

  “Did you get burned?”

  “Yeah. I had to take my clothes off.”

  “I can see that.”

  Another firefighter with Lieutenant’s bars on his collar walked to Ryan.

  “What happened here?”

  Ryan stared at him and realized he could never tell the full story of what happened, not without revealing his dragon heritage.

  “On the advice of counsel, I decline to answer the question.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Steph

  Steph and Ryan’s father spent an uneasy hour hashing out their plans for the next day. She tried to convince him to hire a lawyer specializing in criminal defense but the older Kaur refused.

  “You know him best,” Kaur had said.

  “But I’m not a specialist in criminal law and in matters like these it pays to have a lawyer who is familiar with the prosecutor and the local judges. At the very least hire someone local as a second chair.”

  Ivan Kaur took a sip of his whiskey and tapped his fingers on the glass.

  “It’s a good suggestion. But I don’t want it to get out what Ryan’s birth heritage is. I don’t suppose we could hire this person and not tell him.”

  “I don’t advise that. He can’t assist in Ryan’s defense without knowing all the facts. It would be unethical of me to withhold them.”