Dragon's Mate

8. Cinnamon Kisses

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"What the hell are you? That was too much just for me getting slightly bruised. You-" my body suddenly starts crumbling as the world slowly starts fading out. In less than three seconds I'm nothing but a numb noodle in Damien's hands as he picked me up bride-style and consciousness starts flipping away fast.

"I'll set a portal for Dunningham. That's seventy the closest I can get you to Roul. Axial should be returning in at least an hour after fruitlessly tracking the fake trail you left him. I want you two long gone by then. Further instructions will await you upon arrival."

"Yes Sire." Were the last words that infiltrated me before everything completely slipped away...

What the hell has my life become?

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* Dragon's Mate 8 *

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Chapter 8

There was something on my face.

There was something, big, fat and hairy sitting right on my face and I could barely get in a breathe without breathing in wet cat.

My eyes opened to -

"It's awake!!" The sharp perky whites mere inches from my face and the piercing brown eyes framed by long dirty blonde curls were the first thing I saw when my eyes opened.

The first sound heard was her scream asking with mine as I quickly realize the pressure on my chest was the girl over me, straddling my chest.

Full consciousness instantly slammed back in with a bang. Literally. I leaped back with a shriek, as harsh words that would make poor grams burst out of her grave and give me a good old fashion whooping left my lips.

I crash backwards realizing a lot too late that I'd been laying on a couch. Somehow the girl leaps up and away before I crush her with my weight leaning nothing but my boobs to cushion my fall and my hands to support me.

Last time I fell off anything was last week Wednesday doing pacers in gym. It had been jerkface Shawn Octavius Banks in one of his various specialties of making my life a living hell. Some people really did act like their name, or in Shawn's case, his initials.

"Ouch. Ohhh. So much for all the healing potions..." The female voice sighed. "You ok there?" Rubbing my aching forehead, I turn to the person who'd spoken to find the eeriest opal eyes staring down at me.

"Shît..." I hiss out.

"Were you asleep?" She asked tilting her head to the side in question.

"No. I was in a coma, thanks for rescuing me." I snap sarcastically, wincing at the new aches I was already finding. Those would be bad later. My skin bruised faster anything.

"Oh really? Well your welcome." She giggled.

Suddenly an image popped into mind from earlier.

There had been a body. There had been a dead body in Damien's living room and from the little I remember, and the little Damien's broad body let me see, it had been a girl. A dead girl with dirty blonde hair half caked with blood.

Holy Cramps.

"Hey, you still here human? I guess I was too close when you woke up though. My neighbors diary says I have boundary issues" She said biting down on her bottom lip.