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The Protector
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The cousin of the High King, Lyndi Chandali has lived with the constant threat of being pawned off as a political prize. A rare, female-born dragon like Lyndi can’t truly mate—not in the way it counts. Which is why she's kept her distance from a certain sinfully delicious Beta. Instead, she's built a life for herself giving orphaned dragons in the Americas a home.

As Beta of his team of enforcers, Levi Rowtag is a fighter first, last, and always. His job is to protect—his team, the shifters in his territory, and the stubborn woman hell-bent on fighting with him at every turn. He knows from the moment they first meet what she’ll never accept—they are destined to be mated.

But with the kings at war, the enemy is now coming for Lyndi. Worse, he’s coming for her orphans, too. He’ll have no choice but to defy his king and go rogue if he has any hope of protecting them all...and finally claiming his mate.

Each book in the Fire's Edge series is STANDALONE:
* The Mate (prequel)
* The Boss
* The Rookie
* The Enforcer
* The Protector

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Release dateDec 7, 2020
ISBN9781649370891
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Abigail Owen

Abigail Owen is the #1 New York Times and #1 USA Today bestselling author of 30+ books that range from upper YA (18+) epic romantasy to new adult modern mythic romantasy to super spicy adult paranormal romance. She loves magical worlds with plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of HEAs! Other titles include: wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, AuDHD, spreadsheet lover, Jeopardy! fanatic, organizational guru, true classic movie buff, linguaphile, wishful world traveler, and chocoholic. Abigail currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own swoon-worthy hero, their (mostly) angelic teenagers, and an adorable fur baby. abigailowen.com

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Jake Sharp and Camille Logan - I read this book about 18 months ago when I first moved into romance novels as a COVID hobby. I have to give this top marks for being memorable - which is something I can't say about 75% of the many romance novels I've read since. Didn't think much of the story, but the drama between Jake and Camille transcends that.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    ARC provided via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

    Jake Sharp is barely making it through each day, dependent on alcohol, women, and his career in security to keep his mind distracted from replaying his life's mistakes on repeat. Providing security to pretty, rich girl Camille Logan doesn't sound like it'll provide the focus he needs, but in desperation he accepts the job. He doesn't expect to find an independent woman in her place, nor does he expect to find himself wanting to protect her from the unknown threat he knows exists. He doesn't have room to let someone in, but Camille makes him want to clear his past and find a spot for her.
    Camille Logan is doing all she can to separate herself from her past and her family's name, but when she's threatened due to her father's actions she accepts his protection. She doesn't expect round the clock security from an ex-SAS, especially that of the handsome, brooding Jake Sharp. Their personalities don't mix, Camille doesn't want him following her around, but they're drawn to one another and as the threats increase they find that their connection run far deeper than just the job.

    Because I need to know if any of her thoughts are matching mine. Thoughts that are wrong. Thoughts that I shouldn't be having.

    A new, standalone novel from Jodi Ellen Malpas? YES! I couldn't resist picking this one up, without even reading the blurb, because it's by Jodi! Once I had it in my hands, and read the synopsis, I realized this book was perfect for me. I love a tortured hero and a strong heroine pairing and The Protector didn't let me down.

    Strong. Dependable. My protector.

    Told from the dual POV's of Jake Sharp and Camille Logan, The Protector is a suspenseful romance with two incredibly headstrong characters. At first meeting we see the alpha tendencies in Jake and we immediately recognize the independent streak that Camille possesses. These two are an unlikely pairing, especially with how the plot is set up. I immediately bought into the suspenseful mystery rather than their slow-burning romance, but as the mystery grows, so too does the chemistry. I love both character's personality and the dialogue that takes place between them; it's a constant push and pull of who's in charge, making for some great entertainment. I enjoyed that there was no insta-love, just recognition of attraction, but they both push one another away so much that when they finally come together it is a surprise for them as well. Jake's story is deep though, filled with twists and turns that lead him down a destructive past. I really enjoyed how long it took to finally break into his past and explain why he'd become so closed off. It definitely is focused on more than Camille's background story, but I think it ends up working out very well for the overall plot. I was most impressed with how freestanding each plot was, the mystery a separate entity from their romance, though the mystery is what brought them together. I found myself questioning everything that happened outside of their happy bubble and it made me that much more desperate to get to the end.

    The small light I've found in my blackness is fading by the second.

    Like many romantic suspense novels, there are some cliches and exaggerations in The Protector that stood out to me, especially with Jake. As an alpha he goes through some major changes in a short period of time, that worked perfectly in the story, but were unbelievable in terms of reality. I felt like Camille put on rose-colored glasses when it came to Jake, and though I adore him and want more of him, I think their relationship could have been fleshed out over a longer period of time in order to be more believable.

    The light I catch in her eyes floors me. So bright and hopeful. I'm the reason for that, and it's both deeply gratifying and equally guilt inducing. She doesn't even really know me. But she will.

    Jake Sharp and Camille Logan are the kind of characters that will take over your mind once you open The Protector, both are strong in their own right, but absolutely commanding together. With angst, mystery, romance, and intimate moments filled with hot smut, this book is filled to them brim with all the things that make a good book. If you like your romance mixed with suspense, then this lengthy read, featuring a broken hero, is definitely for you.

    I'm desperate to see him, desperate to fling myself in his arms and disappear into an oblivion of Jake. Nothing but Jake.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

    To the outside world, Cami has lived a charmed life with a multi-millionaire father providing for her every whim.
    Jake lost his parents very young in a terrorist attack and grew up to become a SAS sniper.
    They both have their fair share of demons and are still fighting them but once they're forced together, they just might make it home.
     
    This isn't just about her needing me. This is more me needing her. Young, strong-minded, determined and brave.
    I'm mad for her. I need to keep her. I need to protect her.

     
    The Protector is a stand-alone novel with the classic pairing of spoiled rich girl and rough, hard-hearted alpha man, except Cami is trying to escape an abusive ex and move on from a drug and alcohol fueled past and Jake is battling guilt, panic attacks, and his attraction for his client. I liked how the story started off from Jake's point of view; it gave it a fresh grittier spin. The first person povs between Cami and Jake eventually switch back and forth equally, this isn't usually my favorite format because of the stop and go jerk this can cause but the flow between povs and scenes was spot-on, so I didn't mind it.
     
    The attraction between Cami and Jake is immediate and I liked how their sexual tension manifested itself into sassy dialogue between the two. However, I did think the tone crossed over into insta-lust, instead of just attraction, one too many times and we had our hero losing focus, in possibly dangerous situations, because of a throbbing in his pants. The middle part and around the 60% mark kind of dragged for me as thoughts of banging each other took over everything. Jake was hired as bodyguard for Cami because of threats against her, the life and danger and sexual aspects didn't quite gel together harmoniously.
     
    Most of the action is saved for the latter half of the book and for a storyline that is the whole purpose of Jake and Cami even being together, it ended up feeling extremely rushed and cobbled together; comes up and is dealt with fairly quickly. There were a couple inconsistencies with Jake being able to track Cami through GPS but her uber rich father, who is said to be very controlling, isn't able to? Little niggles like this along with the danger to Cami ignored at times and secondary characters feeling a bit shallow, gave a lack of solidity to the action part of the story.
     
    Really though, the action is usually only meant to be a side course in stories like this and our main dish of Cami and Jake's relationship is enough to satisfy. Cami's past makes appearances but Jake's is what provides the most turmoil, with readers not learning the depth of his pain until more towards the end. This also has one of the most complete, if a bit sappy, endings in this serial and series crazy market that many will cherish. There are twists, turns, and revelations in this story that I don't want to spoil but if you're looking for a heated romance or just misplaced your copy of the movie The Bodyguard, you wouldn't go wrong picking this one up.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    3.5 "Guarding the Reluctant Heiress" Stars.The Protector is a steamy, alpha hero romance. Be prepared for an instant attraction between two people who initially are at polar opposites in their belief as to whether the heroine needs a bodyguard. While the heroine is fighting the need for the hero's professional attention, however, this couple's mutual attraction for one another on a personal level is undeniable.The Protector starts out like many romances. We have a damaged hero, Jake Sharp, who has vowed never to get serious about a woman again. He has plenty of one-night stands, but none seems to dull the pain, so he throws himself into his work. That is until he meets Camille Logan and the lines between a professional and personal life begin to blur.Camille Logan appears to have a perfect life on the outside. Her father is a CEO who has built fortune. But he has built this empire on the backs of others through his ruthless ways. Threats therefore are a common occurrence for a man like him, but when he begins to receive threats against his daughter, he hires the best bodyguard money can buy, Jake.Camille, however, doesn't believe she needs protecting, and is convinced that her father's hiring of Jake is more to keep her away from an old boyfriend who damaged her reputation. She is done with the ex though and doesn't believe she needs a spy for her father watching her every move. Determined that she can take care of herself, she resists Jake's constant surveillance. But being the best at his trade, Jake doesn't take no for an answer and is not deterred. Will Jake be able to keep Camille safe especially if they become distracted by caving in to their attraction for one another? Moreover, when it becomes clear that Camille's father is hiding something essential to Camille's protection, will Jake be able to solve the mystery before it's too late? I have to admit that the connection between the hero and heroine, especially given their past unfortunate experiences in the romance department, went a bit fast. All that said, there were some definitely steamy scenes that are sure to appeal to alpha hero romance lovers. Additionally, though more secondary to the typical erotic romance elements, the suspense angle of this read also adds an extra layer of intrigue.Source: Review copy provided in exchange for an honest review.

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The Protector - Abigail Owen

Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 by Abigail Owen. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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ISBN 978-1-64937-089-1

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition December 2020

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Prologue

Mid-1800s

Levi Rowtag blasted a glittering, golden-tipped stream of dragon fire into the rocky heart of the mountain face before him. He was careful to watch the granite as it turned ember-red under the torrent coming from his maw, eventually crumbling with the force and the heat.

They wouldn’t be able to use this technique much farther into this part of the mountain where the spaces would become human-sized by design. He just needed to drill this doorway through to the natural cavern on the other side. Essentially, what would become the front entrance to their new headquarters.

A home. Finally.

Every dragon shifter preferred a base. Usually within a mountain, as evidenced by how the six clans—gold, blue, white, red, black, and green—based in Europe and Asia had each claimed multiple mountain strongholds within their territory as homes for their people. Their kind had been this way for millennia.

After over a century in the Americas dragon shifter colonies working as enforcers sent to uphold the kings’ laws in the new world, Levi’s team, the Huracáns, had finally received orders to establish a permanent base. They’d eventually settled on a mountain in Northern California that was smaller but broader at the base, which suited them just fine. So did the region they’d selected.

Rule number one among his kind was humans should never learn of dragon shifters’ existence, and what better way to ensure that than blending in? The discovery of gold in nearby Coloma had brought humans in droves, mining and panning for more of the stuff. Crawling the area like ants. Luckily, that also gave the team the perfect cover story for their mining efforts in their mountain.

Levi, how are you progressing? His alpha’s voice—scratchy and cadenced with the accent of humans from the Hindustan region in Asia—sounded telepathically in his head, communicating the way all shifters did when in animal form. In this case, Deep directed the thought to the entire team scattered over the mountain.

Almost through, Levi answered.

Five minutes later, the last of the mountainside crumbled away. The dust settled slowly, revealing a hole leading into a large natural cavern.

Damn, I have talent, he announced.

Out of the cloud of dust and debris a man with black hair and fathomless black eyes emerged from the cavern. Did you take a nap out there?

If Levi didn’t know Titus better after more than a century together, he might have been thrown at the seriousness of the man’s expression.

Do you challenge my prowess, sir? Levi called back in the affected speech of many wealthy humans of the age. How dare you? What is it to be? Daggers or pistols at dawn?

I’m a better shot than you, Titus said with that slow, almost reluctant smile of his. Like it pained his face to make the expression.

We have visitors. Rune, the other black dragon on the team, cut through the chatter.

Titus and Levi both stiffened, turning to scan the skies.

To the north, Rune continued. Two red dragons. Not ours, Finn, before you ask.

Red? And strangers? To their knowledge, the nearest dragon shifter settlement was a hundred miles away—a relocated family from the Green Clan.

Focused on the sky in that direction, Titus shifted and joined Levi as he took off, joining Deep, and their beta Finn, to hover in midair and wait patiently. Even Rune was relatively still, and he tended to be an impatient fucker.

Sure enough, from the north over the tall pine trees and shorter black oaks that covered the rolling eastern mountain range, two dragons appeared, one larger, one smaller—a female?—and both deep red in color. They flew slowly and low enough that the scales on their bellies, which could reflect the skies, wouldn’t hide them. In other words, in plain sight.

As soon as they caught a glimpse of the line of shifters waiting, they stopped—far enough away they could hardly be seen or scented.

Calm the fuck down. The larger of the two sent the thought ahead of them in a voice that was pure growl.

Give us good reason, Deep challenged.

The Alliance sent me. Nothing else.

And do you have a name? Finn asked, his blue scales blending into the skies more than the others’.

Drake Chandali.

Chandali? Seven hells.

A warrior from the line of Pytheios, the King of the Red Clan, and the defacto High King of all dragon shifters. To be an enforcer was an honor reserved for the best fighters from each clan, but damn.

The two newcomers held their distance, waiting to be invited closer. Smart.

Is this your mate? Deep asked next. Smaller usually meant female. Given that their kind were born almost exclusively male, most females they ran across were turned mates.

I am the sister he’s damn lucky to have. Lyndi. And I’m the nice one.

Her husky, sinfully lush voice filled Levi’s head, and his dragon pitched forward, like a horse chomping at the bit, surging as though needing to go to her. He jerked himself upright. Just a small bobble, but enough to get a side-eye from Deep and Finn.

Like a blasted rookie.

Welcome to you both, Deep said. We’re happy to have another member. My mate, Calla, is at our temporary camp, but I have no doubt she will be elated to have another woman around.

Every dragon in the line relaxed, postures easing forward as they spread out more. This wasn’t a threat but more hands to share the work. Deep had been requesting more men from the kings since the team had first been formed. In theory, like the enforcer teams in the African and Australian dragon shifter colonies, the Huracáns should consist of two members from each of the clans, twelve in all.

But they never had. There were just the five of them—Levi, Finn, Rune, Titus, and Deep…and Calla, their mother hen.

Finally, Drake and his sister approached. As they moved nearer, the wind changed, and Levi got slammed with several senses all at once as his dragon focused on the female with an inexplicable intensity. Glorious, with garnet scales so dark they turned near black at the edges. Delicate, yet no doubt deadly if she was a Chandali. Her scent—smoke and cut grass and sunshine, like springtime—wafted toward him on the wind and his dragon went fucking wild.

Claim.

Levi tried to haul himself back even as the dragon did his best to shoot forward, instinct shouting at him to pin her down and be damned to anyone who tried to take her from him. The human side of him slipped deeper with each passing second, almost as though he was seeing the scene happen from down a tunnel that grew longer and longer.

In desperation, Levi wrested back control and yanked his wings in tight to drop to the ground as fast as he could. The second his back feet touched dirt, he shifted just to contain the beast. From the ground, he watched, even as his dragon roared in his head and pushed against his insides to be released.

Seven hells.

He waited, tethering his animal to his humanity as tightly as he dared. What was wrong with him? Dragons’ mates were found among human women who showed dragon sign, not among female-born shifters who were already dragons themselves. A dragon and his mate’s soul-deep connection was forged in fire when he turned her. Every dragon prayed and waited for the day he’d meet his mate, a craving that went deeper than every other instinct they were born with. His dragon was making no sense, wanting to claim this woman. They wouldn’t be able to bond if he tried it.

Are you the only new recruit for us? Deep asked.

At least Levi could still listen to the discussion, even if he couldn’t join the conversation now that he was human.

You should expect two green and two white dragons in the near future.

His dragon focused on the fact that Lyndi had been the one to answer. Drake didn’t talk much apparently.

I’m surprised the High King allowed you to join your brother here, Titus commented.

I didn’t ask. A decided smirk lilted in her voice.

If Levi wasn’t so hell-bent on keeping his dragon contained, he would’ve grinned. Technically she didn’t need permission to go anywhere. As long as one retained the king’s mark on the back of the right hand on the fleshy part between thumb and forefinger, a sign of loyalty and belonging to a clan, one was free to come and go and dwell wherever, though most stayed near the place of their birth. But as a female-born, and especially as a relative of the High King, things were different for her. There would be…expectations. She would be considered a political prize, and an advantageous mating would no doubt be arranged for her at some point.

Lyndi Chandali was either incredibly brave or damn stupid.

Let us land and greet each other properly, Deep offered.

Levi grunted as his dragon surged again. Still needing distance, he stumbled inside the cavern he’d just drilled a hole into, seeking calm in the cooler interior out of sight of the others.

After several minutes, he spotted the group through the entrance, all shifted and now moving inside where he waited. The newcomer, Drake, walked in front, blocking Levi’s view of the female causing him so much trouble.

Then Drake, his face seeming to be formed in a permanent scowl, red eyes glowing with flame, moved to the side, and Levi’s dick went as hard as a steel broadsword as his gaze zeroed in on her.

Silky black hair, lithe body, and the face of an angel. Her wide smile, highlighted by a deep dimple that gave her beauty an adorable edge, hit him at the same time as her spring scent. Levi agreed with his dragon on the spot.

Mine.

Lyndi turned her head away from Deep, who had escorted her inside with her hand linked through his arm, and stilled at the sight of him. No doubt his eyes were golden flames. The skin over his cheekbones tightened. Hell, everything tightened. He opened his mouth to welcome her, but her smile suddenly disappeared and she shot him a glare so full of spitting fury, he stepped back.

Just because I am female-born doesn’t mean you need to treat me like a leper and fly away, she snarled at him.

Levi froze, a riot of conflicting thoughts keeping him from correcting her. He knew he’d just fucked up, and his dragon was riding him hard to tell her she was wrong. That some misplaced sense of male dragon superiority wasn’t why he’d run.

It was exactly the opposite, actually.

Lyndi walked away while he stood there, still stunned, and he watched her go.

There was no easy answer here, and the lead weight in his chest told him so. Given who she was related to and what she was, not to mention her clear aversion to him already, he had no damn clue how fix any of this, or if he should even try.

Chapter One

Present day

The jarring wail of a siren split through Lyndi’s sleep and had her jackknifing up in bed. Still, it took another second of blinking herself awake, the sensual haze of the dream that had plagued her for centuries taking a second to dissipate, before her brain fully engaged. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Three in the morning.

Another dragon fire.

Well…hell. These were turning into an almost weekly occurrence, and not for no reason. The team just didn’t know what that reason was yet.

Which was a serious problem.

She went into a whirlwind of dressing, which involved searching through her pile of clean but not-yet-folded clothes, slowing her down. Where was her other shoe?

Her brain chugged along at its standard uncaffeinated pace. She probably shouldn’t have been up all night trying to track down another orphan she’d heard whispers of through the grapevine. More fires often meant more fights and more young, abandoned dragon shifters in need of a home and a semblance of family life. A home and life Lyndi and her house full of orphaned dragons could provide.

She hadn’t found this one yet. But she would.

The siren shut off, the sudden absence of sound somehow more jarring.

Shit. That meant the rest of the enforcers on night duty were already there.

Yanking on her last shoe, she gathered her thick, black hair—her one admitted vanity—into a ponytail, then burst from her room and navigated the labyrinth of levels and halls inside the mountain to skid to a halt at the war room.

Slowing her breathing, she scooted through the door and tucked herself behind Levi’s broad shoulders, glad, for once, of the gold dragon shifter’s height and muscles to hide behind and pretend she’d been there all along. Except this close, his scent surrounded her—smoke, of course, but with a hint of brandy and fine cigars—yanking her into the memory of that dream she absolutely was not just having about the two of them.

Her body throbbed, calling her all sorts of liar.

You’re late, Levi tossed over his shoulder in a muttered warning without even turning his head.

Lyndi glared at his Hawaiian shirt-covered back.

How did he do that? She’d moved with a stealth that Rune had taught her years ago, back before he’d turned traitor and left the team. But Levi still always knew exactly where she was.

Probably because he didn’t want her around. He hadn’t wanted her here from the day she’d shown up in California with her brother, but especially not acting as part of the team, as she was now.

The thing was, Lyndi was a female-born dragon, and female-born dragons weren’t supposed to be fighters. An idiotic tradition in her opinion. Rare and sterile didn’t make her helpless by a long shot. Unfortunately, females like her were seen as good for only two things: political alliances if they were born to a high-ranking family like Lyndi had been, or helping their male family members take care of their young, like spinster aunts.

Lyndi had chosen neither door A nor B, instead going with door C, where she’d followed the only brother she liked to the Americas—though door A wasn’t locked. An arranged mate could come knocking any day. But out of sight, out of mind had worked for her so far.

For one weak moment, she allowed her gaze to linger on the back of Levi’s head—dark, golden hair cropped short, the swirling lines of his family mark on the back of his neck, the strength of broad shoulders that were always trying to bear the weight of the world for the people he protected.

Her dragon, who’d always liked him, threatened to purr—she’d enjoyed that dream a little too much—and Lyndi shook off the mounting tension that had been growing like a cancer inside her since the moment she stepped foot in this mountain.

She was perfectly happy, dammit. Without him.

Giving in to wanting him wouldn’t be fair to either of them, a decision she’d made the day she’d first met him and her dragon had whimpered her approval.

Not that he was interested.

Even if he were, mating him—or what that looked like for female-born dragons, at least—wouldn’t be advantageous to her family, so her king wouldn’t allow it. But an even bigger reason, for her at least, was the fact that female-borns could never be a true mate. Not like a human mate. The bond a dragon could create with a human was soul-deep and incredibly special, a connection that extended a dragon’s life by another thousand years until he and his mate died together, never to be apart in this life or the next.

She’d seen what not mating had done to Drake. The slow, torturous deterioration he’d tried to hide. Cami saved his life. To not find a fated mate would be cursing Levi to an early death.

He deserved more than what she could give him.

Or, more accurately, what she couldn’t give him.

Please tell me you weren’t out late looking for that orphan, he shot at her next, still not turning around.

What do you have against my boys? she shot back, keeping her voice hushed.

His back stiffened visibly, like a golden marble statue. Nothing. I have a thing against you being out there on your own. It’s dangerous.

Misogynistic ass.

Levi spoke louder, to the entire room. This fire is in western Nevada. We shouldn’t need the entire group.

Implying that they didn’t need her. Yet again. Levi always seemed to be trying to keep her from going out with the enforcer team. Or was it from going anywhere with him?

Bite me, she muttered. Then glanced around for something to throw at his thick head.

He would have to be on call with her again. Especially maddening given that his smooth as sin voice gave her highly inappropriate, and even more annoying, thoughts, no matter how hard she tried not to think them. Thoughts like what it might feel like if he growled against her skin—

You’re late, Lyndi. Drake’s voice broke through the start of a horribly detailed fantasy.

Lyndi smoothed out her scrunched-up face and stepped out from behind the human wall in front of her. I’m on my period, she announced.

She had to swallow a chuckle as the men in the room shuffled their feet. Poor male suckers. The period excuse worked like a charm to shut them up. Every. Single. Time.

Well…all except Rivin and Keighan. The two white dragon shifters—best friends, incessantly horny, and known to be up for a threesome or more—shot her twin grins of devilry.

Really? Rivin smirked, dark hair flopping over one eye.

Let’s go get messy, Keighan, taller and blonder and less swarthy, followed up immediately.

Lyndi wrinkled her nose. Gross—

A low rumble of a growl reverberated from Levi, cutting her off, and Lyndi wasn’t in the least surprised to find his eyes glowing copper with fire, setting a glittering glow to his already gold-toned skin. She crossed her arms and sent him yet another glare. The down-and-dirty dorks meant nothing by it, and Levi knew that. Besides, she could damn well stand up for herself, and, unlike the humans in this era who seemed to exist in a state of constant offense, she could also tell when the guys were joking.

Keighan held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. Just kidding, Lyndi.

Yeah, L, Rivin said. Call off your guard dog.

"He is not my guard dog, she snarled at the same time Levi uttered a level but firm, I am not her guard dog."

Let’s stay on topic, Drake snapped. Lyndi, I want you at center.

Meaning the protected spot in the formation.

Center, but—

You show up late, you don’t argue. Deal with it. Period or not.

Lyndi snapped her mouth shut but nodded. Drake was right; she should’ve been better prepared. Where’s the fire located?

Smith Valley, southeast of Lake Tahoe.

Hot?

Yes, but small so far. Spreading fast thanks to the winds and the dry winter, Drake confirmed with his usual grim-faced expression.

On his nod, they all headed up several levels and out through the secret door into the exterior building that covered the main entrance to the mountain. Set up to look like the headquarters for a human hotshot firefighting crew—their cover story these days—the space was both a training room with various workout equipment, offices, and small bunk-style living quarters.

Lyndi ignored the way Levi held the door for her, stopping and pointedly waiting for him to go through first, which he did after a pause and shake of his head. Like he was disappointed in her.

They exited the building into the chilly night air, lovely against her dragon-hot skin. Under the cover of a moonless night, the five of them shifted. Lyndi turned her back on the men and closed her eyes, smiling as she brought forth her dragon. Soft as a whisper, at the lick of her will, her form changed, absorbing her humanity, even her clothing, and shimmering, mirage-like, into her dragon.

As she grew and her body reformed, she pitched forward onto taloned claws. Razor sharp spikes protruded from her back, lying flat against her scales. Wings near to thirty feet in length extended to either side of her. She gave them a satisfying flick before settling them against her sides.

If it hadn’t been nighttime, her scales would look much different, the dark, glittering red brought out by direct light. Like hidden fire. It made it almost impossible to camouflage for daytime flying, but in the dark, she was damn near invisible.

Okay, maybe she had two vanities.

Lyndi gave herself a shake, stretching and arching her back like a sleepy cat waking slowly from good dreams. Also like a cat, without warning, she sprang into the crisp night air, her soul soaring with each stroke of her wings. Gods she loved to fly. Once she reached altitude, she tipped to the left, circled around, and came in line behind her brother with Rivin, Keighan, and Levi in a row behind her.

She’d prove herself to all of them eventually. Even Mr. I-Don’t-Think-Lyndi-Should-Do-This. He didn’t think she should do anything. Leave the mountain by herself. Run away from her clan to come to the Americas. Even start her orphanage. But where would her boys, many now men, be without her?

Dead. That was where.

Following her brother, she shot through the inky night sky, aiming for a higher altitude and the lazy clouds floating by overhead. After a while, nearing the location of the fire, Levi popped up beside her, misty cloud clinging to his body then falling away in a swirl of white.

Irritation was like a hot lance through a boil. Levi was supposed to remain behind with Rivin and Keighan. Breaking formation was going against their set plan, something he usually didn’t do. Which meant he was up here to keep a closer eye on her.

Go away, she said. Drake’s dead ahead of me. I can handle myself and don’t need you flying in my shadow. I sure as hell don’t need a babysitter.

The scales on his neck rippled, like a wave of living copper, in visible displeasure. I am not your babysitter.

You think you’re being protective. I call it annoying and stifling.

And I call it the only way I can be. The snap to his voice had her scowling even before the words sank in. Levi didn’t snap. He was always reasonable. Even when she yelled, the louder she got, the calmer he got.

Before she could reply, something grabbed her by the tail, sending shards of pain shooting from that point up her spine, and yanked her down. In an impressive maneuver, Levi leapfrogged over her in time to take the brunt of the impact from a second dragon who would’ve flown straight into her with the speed of a freight train.

Except Levi, copper scales glittering against the black scales of their almost invisible attacker, managed to flip, flinging the fucker directly between Rivin and Keighan. The two white dragons went at

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