Dragon Marked_ Supernatural Prison #1(40)

We locked eyes and an understanding passed between us. A sense of twin-kinship.

“I don’t need any heroes,” Braxton said. “I know I can’t stop you all from coming – no one ever listens to me, but when it boils down to the actual breakout, you’ll all do everything I tell you.”

I almost snorted, but managed to keep it to myself.

It was weird. From the moment the quads had returned and spoke of the dragon marked rumors and Nash, I’d felt this strange urge to go into the prison. Not to mention there was this fear deep in my gut, a fear that it was only a matter of time before something tore all of us apart. It was as if some sort of strange magic was floating around, and I knew I was being influenced. But I couldn’t bring myself to care.





Chapter 8




“Mischa!”

I attempted to lower my voice, but it had been at least forty-two failed attempts at shifting and I was getting a tad growly. I was cold and hungry; someone should be feeding me while I was slaving away. It had been a week since the boys were released. They’d narrowed down the section of forest which had the prison beneath it, so now it was all about searching for the entrance. Since it moved every two days, they searched constantly, taking turns. The rest of us waited for the signal to infiltrate, and until then I was trying to help my useless sister. Yeah, I’m a right-old-bitch when I’m hungry.

Mischa was struggling big-time. Her shifter abilities were unlocked, but her fear kept her from being able to relax and let the transformation happen. Sooner or later her wolf – or dragon – would force her, but for now the most we’d achieved were hairy arms. Not a huge success. Maximus appeared over my shoulder. He’d been off feeding, I could tell by the extra-flush in his cheeks. He dropped a kiss on my cheek.

“How’s our girl doing?” he asked.

We both stopped and stared at her writhing on the forest floor. Tyson had used a spell to clear the remnants of sludgy snow from this area and Jacob had a fire lit nearby, but Mischa still looked frozen.

“I think this pretty much speaks for itself,” I said with a lift of my brows. “We’ve reached the stage where she needs a good wax and that’s about it.” I hoped the hairiness indicated that she was a wolf and not some sort of furry dragon. Which would be ridiculous.

“Fuck you,” she snarled at me.

“Oh, and we’ve advanced to cursing and our hearing has improved monumentally.”

Maximus strode over to where Mischa was now in the fetal position. Bending down, he started murmuring to her, and no matter how I strained my ears I could not hear the words. Spoilsport.

Jacob was jogging toward us as well, his face glowing, leaves scattered in his blond hair again. I took a step toward him. “Everything okay?”

He scooped me up and spun me around. “Everything is fine, we’re free of the prison and there have been no attacks. I’m not going to complain.”

I was set on my feet again. “Personally I’m finding it a little unnerving that no one has attacked or tried to frame you again. The last time was so sloppy it makes me wonder what the hell the point was.”

I crossed my arms over my chest before turning back to watch Maximus and Mischa. The vampire had his hands wrapped around her biceps and I could see he was trying to coach her. He wasn’t a shifter, so couldn’t know the exact process, but he understood how to channel power.

“I’m confused also.” Jacob settled in next to me, arm around my shoulder. “At first I thought it was about getting us away from you, and then I thought it was about locking the four of us away so we couldn’t take over the council. But you’re right, it was sloppy, a reckless mess. So what the hell was the point of us being in there for a few days?”

I straightened, his arm slipping down off my shoulder. Was the point simply to have them go in long enough to find Nash? Had it been a set-up? We needed to figure out who this Nash was and if there was any connection to him and someone on the outside. Or was it about making sure we discovered there were possible dragon marked in the prison. Had this still been aimed at Mischa and myself?

The list of people who knew we were dragon marked was short: Jonathon, Lienda, Louis. I couldn’t imagine it being any of them. Of course Louis would be the most obvious. I didn’t know him very well. Maybe he had an agenda here? But still, what the hell would that be? I was supposed to go on a date with him tomorrow night. Maybe I’d ask a few pertinent questions.

“Yo!” We all spun around to see Tyson and Braxton coming at us.

Braxton’s voice was flat. “A and D starts in ten minutes, and we can’t miss it again.”