Authors: Keri Arthur
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy
Moon Sworn (41 page)
I raised an eyebrow. “They’re all old, simply because there are no new cliques. There haven’t been, for hundreds of years.”
The rogue towns certainly didn’t count. Not yet, anyway—although I had no doubt that the council would move on them sooner or later. They seemed to think the only way to stop the humans from discovering us was to rule us all with the iron fist of fear and retribution.
Which is why Rainey and I had thought that the council might be behind the cleansings of both Stillwater and Desert Springs. But the clues weren’t really adding any support to that.
Angus took another sip of beer, then leaned forward, blue eyes wary as he said, “Prove you are who you say.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I need to be sure it’s not a trap.”
“Why would you agree to meet me if you think it’s a trap?” And why would he even
think
I was trying to trap him?
Hell, even Rainey wouldn’t have tried something like that, and she’d had the full spectrum of dragon powers. But she’d also had a lot more respect for full-bloods, despite what we’d gone through growing up.
Angus’s smile had a bitter edge. “You ask that, two days after a serious accident that landed you in hospital and left your best friend dead?” He shook his head. “You’d be better off walking away right now, little draman.”
He was probably right. I knew that, even if I had no intention of ever doing it. “I can’t.”
“Even knowing you could be risking your life? These people aren’t the type to let anyone off easily. We both bear the scars to prove that.”
“What they’ve done has only strengthened my determination to track them down.” Tears welled and I blinked them away quickly, internally repeating the mantra that had become a theme for me this last day and a bit.
Don’t think, don’t feel
. Not until it was all over, one way or another. “And if you’ve got scars, where the hell are they?”
Angus shoved an arm across the table and pushed up the sleeve of his shirt. His leathery skin was crisscrossed with a myriad of thickly healed wounds. “My whole body bears the evidence of their attack. They’re not going to get a second shot.”
My gaze jumped from the scars to his eyes, and I saw the glint of determination and fury there. And suddenly, I knew
why
he’d chosen this bar. Not because it was a refuge for would-be sea dogs, but because it was close to the sea. Which was his to call, like fire was for dragons. He’d drown everyone if he thought I was in any way here to trap him.
I blew out a breath, then said, “What do you want me to do?”
“If you are who you say you are, show me your stain and prove it.”
The stain was a leathery, luminescent strip of skin that swirled around the spines of all dragons, whether they were of the air, sea, or a half-breed like myself. The colors varied depending on clique and parentage, but usually involved a myriad of iridescent colors. I’d never been able to shift shape and attain dragon form so, unlike most stains, mine was just a boring brown.
But there were only a few people who could know that—past lovers, my mom, and my brother.
Neither my mom nor my brother would give out personal information like that, so that left past lovers. And while I could name a couple of those who’d delight in not only telling all but in getting back at me in any way possible, both of them had left the clique a couple of years before Rainey and I had and, as far as I knew, had disappeared.
“I’m not stripping in public just to prove who I am.” Especially
not
in a bar filled with shadowy men who maybe weren’t less-than-savory types, but who were still unknowns all the same.
And you never trusted an unknown. It was a motto that had saved my skin many a time growing up, and I wasn’t about to abandon it now, no matter how badly I wanted information.
Angus studied me for a moment, then said, voice still flat, “Then dance fire across your fingertips. I’m told you have extraordinary control.”
I frowned. I didn’t like using dragon skills in public—in fact, not using them
anywhere
humans were likely to see them had been hammered into my brain since birth. There might be no humans currently in this bar, but there was nothing stopping them from walking in at the wrong moment. “Why is this so important to you?”
“It’s important because I’ve been caught unaware before and have paid the price for it.” Bleakness flared in his eyes, and his somewhat fierce expression was touched fleetingly with sadness. A sadness that tore at my heart, and made the reporter in me want to ask what was wrong. But I very much doubted he’d answer that question when he didn’t even trust me with the information I was going to pay him for.
Then the sadness was gone and he took another sip of beer before adding, in a voice that was edgy and sharp,
“And I’ve discovered the hard way that lies and entrapments fall from the prettiest tongue as easily as the ugliest.”
“Well, I hope I fall into the former group rather than the latter,” I said, a little alarmed by the sudden fierceness in his tone. Something was very off, but I wasn’t sure what. Then my gaze flicked to his arm. Maybe his fierceness
was
understandable. With scars like those, survival must have been touch and go, even for a dragon who could heal far better than any human.
“Do it,” he said, “or I walk out of here now and you’ll never get your answers.”
I looked around the room, seeing no one looking our way or showing any undue interest. That might change given what I was about to do, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Not if I wanted my answers.
If this guy
could
provide answers and wasn’t just yanking my chain.
I mean, the voice on the phone that had given us this lead had been oddly familiar, and that alone had raised questions. But Rainey had convinced me that we needed to take the chance if we were ever to get some answers. And now Rainey was dead and I was here talking to a stranger who might not only be connected to her death, but who might well be here to trap me—the one who had escaped from their little “accident.”
And while Leith and his people
were
doing the background check on Angus, I simply didn’t have the time to sit back and wait for the answers. Hence the reason I was here, taking this godawful chance.
I had no other choice if I wanted to save Rainey.
I pushed the Coke back then held up a hand, keeping it close to my chest so that there was less likelihood of everyone else noticing.
Then I reached deep down into that place in my soul where the dragon resided. She came roaring forward in answer, heating my skin and making it tingle. But she was all flame and no substance, as usual. I focused on the energy burning through my body, controlling and restricting it, until it was little more than flickers of fire that danced joyfully across my fingertips.
Few dragons could do that with their fire. Most had full flame or nothing.
I met Angus’s gaze. “Satisfied?”
He nodded, but oddly he didn’t seem to relax. In fact, the tension that was knotting his shoulders and arms seemed worse than ever.
“So tell me,” I added, “what you know about the cleansings.”
He laced his fingers together, then leaned forward. “I know where the bodies are.”
Moon Sworn
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Dell Mass Market Original
Copyright © 2010 by Keri Arthur
Excerpt from
Mercy Burns
by Keri Arthur copyright © 2011 by Keri Arthur
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This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming novel
Mercy Burns
by Keri Arthur. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.
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