Only remembering what she told Bram, about how she survived the two human sacrifices, helped with her guilt about the dragon. She would analyze what had caused the dragon’s death later and find a way to prevent it from happening again. Evie refused to believe this old building full of dragon hunters and scientists would be her final resting place. Somehow, some way, she’d escape and find help.
The door opened behind her. The sound sharpened her focus, although it took everything she had not to ask what had taken so bloody long.
She turned to see a male dragon-shifter in human form swagger into the room. The dragonman’s hair was longer and he sported a short beard, but there was no mistaking the eyes, the tattoo, or the slightly crooked nose of Neil Westhaven.
Instead of screaming “murderous traitor,” Evie merely raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you want?”
The dragonman flipped around one of the chairs and sat with the back facing his front. “I’m guessing by your nonchalance you’re either quite calm in stressful situations or you’ve seen my face before.”
“Both, but I’m more curious about you. They’re killing a dragon in this facility for their blood, yet you don’t seem to care.”
He shrugged. “Stonefire interfered in my private life. When they chose to protect the human sacrifice over one of their own, I stopped caring about them. I left and made sure the human female got what she deserved. The only good thing to come of it all is the child has secured my position here.”
His tone was almost bored, the bastard. Punching him in the face won’t accomplish anything. You need information, Evie Marie, or you’ll never make it out of here.
Right, then. With a deep breath, she forced her voice to remain neutral when she said, “So they’re starting a blood farm here, aren’t they?”
Neil didn’t so much as blink an eye at her question. “Clever human. I’m not sure how you found out about that piece of information, but it proves you might be more useful than the other DDA inspectors.”
Evie clenched her hand into a fist under the table; otherwise, she would punch the dragonman in the nose. “If you’ve been working with Simon Bourne this whole time then you know it’s only a matter of time before he discards you, too.”
Neil waved a hand in the air. “You know nothing of my deal with Bourne.” The dragonman leaned forward. “Now, enough chit chat. It’s time for you to answer some questions.” Evie opened her mouth to reply but Neil cut her off. “Don’t try to bargain or use your wits to outsmart me. You do anything daft and we’ll drain the other Protector. Her life is in your hands.”
She gritted her teeth. “What do you want?”
“You’re going to help me take down Bram Moore-Llewellyn.”
Un-bloody-likely. “And what makes you think I can do that?”
“Don’t play coy and waste my time. The only reason Bram would carry you to a secret hideout himself is that you mean something to him.” Neil’s nose scrunched up. “I reckon he wants to take you as his mate, not that I understand why he would choose a human female willingly.”
Yes, her urge to punch him was growing harder to resist.
Luckily, her time down south with Clan Skyhunter had prepared her for dealing with dragons of the arsehole variety. “Listen, we can waste time while you make your snide, passive-aggressive remarks, or we can get to the point. Take your choice.”
Neil’s jaw clenched and she resisted a smile. The dragonman said, “Only because I’m not allowed to kill you will I let that slide, human. Now, tell me the truth: Does Bram intend to take you as his mate?”
Since Neil knew about Bram taking her to the cave hideout, Bourne’s spies were probably everywhere. Lying would be pointless. The truth might just give her the time she needed. “Yes. But before you make a snide comment about how I stink or Bram must be desperate, tell me why you think Bram will trust me if I miraculously walk out of here and back to Stonefire?”
“Male dragon-shifters are careless when they think with their cocks.”
“Are you speaking from experience?”
Neil growled. “I’m the one who will ask the questions from here on out. Bram will trust you. That’s enough. So if you want the other captured dragon to live, you’ll cooperate. Understand?”
Evie didn’t want to make a blanket promise, but she was running out of ways to stall. The dragonman’s eyes had flashed to slits a few times. If she wasn’t careful, she would provoke the inner beast. Unlike Bram, she didn’t think Neil would restrain himself. There was a lot he could do without killing her.
She was about to wing it when a light started flashing in the corner, near the ceiling.
Neil stood. “Fuck, there’s been a breach.” He looked at Evie. “No doubt, it’s your dragonman. Stand up. You’re coming with me.”
While waiting earlier, Evie had inspected the boarded-up windows, hoping to find an escape route. While they were sealed up tight, maybe, just maybe, if there were dragons flying around outside they could scent Neil. They would be looking for any dragon-shifter inside the building. If she could make some noise to signal her location, it might speed along her and Neil’s discovery.
It wasn’t like she had the strength of a dragon-shifter to punch out the wood covering the windows. The chairs, however, were old and of the four-legged metal variety rather than the newer roller chairs every office in Britain sported these days. She could lift one and make as much noise as possible.
Decision made, Evie stood. As Neil reached for her, she dashed to the end of the conference table, picked up the plastic back of the chair, and hurled it at the nearest window with every iota of strength she possessed. The board held, but a large smack reverberated through the air. Please, oh, please, let that attract their attention.
In the next instant, Neil had her arms behind her back. He tugged and she drew in a breath at the pain radiating from her wrists and shoulders. Neil said, “You’re trapped, human. Pull a stunt like that again, and I’ll knock you unconscious.”