Dragon Mystics: Supernatural Prison 2(83)

Jacob blew me a kiss. His gentle smile faded away as he turned to speak with Louis. Everyone in the room seemed okay. I knew eventually the mystics would start grilling the shit out of the quads, trying to find out what had happened when they joined. What their calling was.

Braxton drew my attention again by stepping into the elevator. He stood there, waiting for me to make the decision. It wasn’t a real choice though. I belonged with Braxton. I would follow him anywhere.

I walked inside. The doors slid closed, and for the first time I felt nervous around my shifter-mate. It was as if a sliver of “stranger” had bled into the relationship. Time to bring some normalcy back.

“So what happened in that cage? Do you have a calling?”

Braxton hadn’t said one word since turning into fire-dragon-man, so when he finally answered, the low huskiness of his voice had my blood boiling.

“We received a calling. We’re the weapon to fight the dragon king. We do not care for the marked, only the king. He will be destroyed.”

There was a slightly robotic, hypnotic trill to his tone. Which was as freaky as fuck, and I hoped it was just an aftereffect of the joining energy. I also wished he wouldn’t be so creepy with all the “we” stuff. I did not want them to ever be like the Four. They were evil assholes.

I settled myself back against his side. “So you and the Four are a perfect team. One to destroy or capture the marked and the other to destroy or capture the king.”

Braxton’s warm gaze rested on me. “We will protect you, Jessa, and we will destroy the king.”

I tried to contain my feelings of dread. I could feel in my soul that the next few days would be a turning point in this whole dragon king saga. The supernatural world would never be the same. Would the Compasses and I come out with our pack still intact?





Chapter 16



It was early the next morning, the day of the Krakov break and enter, and all of us were gathered around the living area. Mischa had just popped in to tell us she was bringing the twins across, and then we had to go. Jonathon and Lienda hadn’t been able to find her yesterday afternoon, and so far no one had had the chance to throttle the shit out of her, which is what she needed.

I was squeezed into a couch, Maximus on one side and Jacob on the other. They were doing the whole invade my space thing again. Jacob was singing, very low, keeping my nerves at bay. His beautiful fey songs were the ultimate comfort.

My eyes drifted across to where Braxton was against the wall, Tyson slouched next to him. Blood rushed to my face as mental images of yesterday afternoon flashed across my mind.

After leaving the training building, Braxton and I had decided to take a run through the forest. He had a lot of energy to work off. We’d stayed in human form, holding hands, enjoying the closeness. In the center of the forest area we’d run across a massive waterfall which descended down to a lake. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Right up until Braxton stripped off his clothes and dived into the water.

After many moments of staring and drooling, I’d eventually gotten naked and joined. Which of course, quickly turned to touching, heating the lake to hot tub temperatures. Two hours later I’d been satisfied, and wrinkly. Braxton was skilled in many ways. I wanted to ask him where he learned his art, but I was afraid I’d hunt the bitch down and kill her. I’d thank her first of course, and then I’d have to rip her face off. It was just one of those things.

Especially if she taught him that thing he did with his tongue.

I had to squeeze my legs together even thinking back to the image of his dark hair parked firmly between my thighs and the way he–

“Are you blushing, Jessa babe?” asked Jacob. My thoughts came to a screeching halt. The fey had a knowing look on his face. He went back to humming under his breath. Smug bastard.

I punched him. “I’m not blushing, just suffocating. You’re all oversized.”

I was grateful when Louis’s voice filled the room. “Did you know Mischa’s new best friends, the twins, were born the same year at the Four?” He directed his words toward Jonathon.

My father’s expression was serious as he leaned forward in his chair. “So, if that set of quads and twins were born on the same year, and my twins and the Compasses were born the same year – there has to be a connection.”

Yep, all twelve of us were connected to the dragon king – on opposite sides of course, but connected nonetheless. It was too big a coincidence to ignore.

“Jess, we need you to try and keep things under control in Krakov,” Jonathon said. “Clearly the twins have some sort of special means of infiltrating the prisons. For all of the breakouts, there was not a single trace they were ever there.”