“Because they can. It’s as simple as that.” He glanced in the rearview. “In times past, we draman were killed on birth.”
“What?”
“To keep the purity of the master race, you understand.” Again his voice was mocking. “It’s only in the last fifty years or so that the practice has been outlawed by the council.”
I raised my eyebrows. “There’s a council of dragons?”
He nodded. “It consists of the kings from the thirteen major cliques. They make the rules and clean up the problems.”
“So basically, they make sure the cliques continue to operate under the human radar?”
“Basically.”
“How come no one did anything about Marsten?”
“They might not even know about him. The council only concerns itself with problems on our continent, as far as I know.”
Well, if there was a European council, they were fucking falling down on the job.
He looked in the rearview mirror once again, and something in the way he did it sent unease prickling across my spine. “What’s wrong?”
“I think we’re being followed. Don’t look,” he added, just as I was about to.
“Cop?”
“Nope.”
The unease gave way to fear. “Do they look official?”
“Hard to say.”
I flipped down the sun visor and slid open the vanity mirror’s cover. It took several seconds to position the mirror so that I could see the traffic following, but then the big black car leapt into focus.
And though I couldn’t see the faces of the driver and the passenger, I knew what they were all the same.
Hunters.
Chapter Five
Fear ran through me, stifling in its power, sucking away my breath and my strength. All I could do was stare at the car behind us—the car that held the men who had helped kill Egan, and who would probably kill me if I gave them too much trouble.
And all I could think of was getting away. Even though I couldn’t move, couldn’t even talk. I was frozen to the seat in fear of the men behind us. Men who had snatched away so much of my life.
I couldn’t let them catch me. Not again. Not when there was still so much to do.
“Destiny?” Trae said, his voice seeming a long way away.
I gulped down air and tried to rein in the tide of panic.
“Floor it,” I said, my voice a low tremor. “Get us out of here.”
“The minute I floor it, the people in that car will know we’ve spotted them. The situation could end up being a whole lot worse than it already is.”
“The situation will end up a whole lot worse anyway.” I had to grip the door to stop the urge to slide down the seat and keep out of their sight. They obviously knew I was here or they wouldn’t be following us. It was pointless, trying to hide.
Trae shot me a sharp look. “You know the people in the car?”
“Personally? No. But I know what they are, and I know just how far they’re willing to go. We need to get away from them. Now.”