Katy gasped. Surely they weren’t implying Ryker, her Ryker, could be one of those dragons up there? She looked up again, her fear growing exponentially as she watched the red dragon slash at the black dragon’s underbelly.
She turned to look at Erik, who was watching her with a speculative look in his cold blue eyes. They were like ice, a glacier frozen behind each eyelid. “Go.”
One of the three Guardians took off at a run, and Katy lost sight of him.
“The car is this way, Ms. Toure. If you’ll follow me.” It wasn’t a question nor a request; it was an order, and they both knew it.
In a matter of seconds their small group walked under cover of overhanging rocks and spindly trees that clung to life on the side of the cliff, the thin roots a chaos of twisting white lines just above her head. The ledge they walked on was not wide, yet her shoulder repeatedly brushed the rocks as one of the Guardians kept pace, walking between her and the steep drop on the opposite side.
The roaring faded the farther they walked, and in a few minutes Erik led her to a small clearing where a long black limousine awaited their arrival, another blond giant opening the door for them as they approached.
“After you.” Erik stepped aside and waved his arm, acting the gentleman, as he waited for her to climb into the vehicle. Adjusting her gown, she stepped inside the most luxurious car she’d ever been in. Erik followed her inside, sat beside her. She scooted as far away as she could get from him.
Erik sighed.
She glared. She’d just been kidnapped, and he had the nerve to act like she was the one being unreasonable.
Seconds later the car was in motion.
Totally faking a bravado she didn’t really feel, she tapped her foot impatiently and demanded, “Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere you’ll be safe.”
“Why?”
“Many lives depend on the answers to my questions, Ms. Toure.”
Katy crossed her arms defensively. “I don’t know anything.”
“We shall see.”