Page 95 of Consumed By Fire
“I didn’t tell the Draigers, I told him. I told Octane.”
“What else did you tell him?” his voice booms, his eyes are filled with disapproval. I don’t need to see his face to know that’s how he feels.
“Nothing else. I don’t know anything of importance,” I tell him, shrugging. “Why won’t you believe that?”
He makes a noise that tells me he isn’t buying it. He keeps making it, and it’s grating on me. Why am I even bothering?
“What then?” he asks.
“I left willingly in order to protect Octane. It was time to go home.” I sigh, licking my lips.
“At that stage, you hadn’t given the exact location of the tunnel.”
“That is correct.” I clear my throat. “I’d told him of its existence and roughly where it was situated, but no details.” I tell the general about the chopper ride and Octane chasing us down.
“He came after you. I thought you said he wasn’t bonded to a human.” He eyes me suspiciously. “This part of your story doesn’t make any sense. If he came after you, there would have been a human with him to control him. There would have been a rider. That’s normal for a Draig Dragon. Did you forget, female?” It sounds like he’s smiling, but I can’t tell for sure. He seems happy to have caught me in a lie.
“Octane is in control in his dragon form,” I state simply. “Therefore, he did not need a human rider.”
I see confusion in the general’s eyes. “That can’t be.”
“It’s true, I assure you. Octane is controlled. He insisted on helping me off the island himself.”
“Of course he did,” he snorts. “He wanted to know where the tunnel was located before you left. It was in his best interests to do so.” His voice is cold and stern.
“You’re wrong.” I don’t harp on about it because I know I’m wasting my breath. I tell him about Igor and the others arriving, catching us off guard. I don’t go into too much detail about what we were doing at the time.
“So, the Red Dragons took you back to Mistveil, leaving Octane alive. That doesn’t sound right.” His voice is gruff. “This story of yours has holes.”
“They wanted to kill Octane. I had to promise to mate with Igor. To be a willing bed partner.” Again, I don’t go into all of the sordid details. “Only then did he agree to let Octane live.”
“Igor is the father of your child? Is that right? You thought that he had died. That’s why you were so vulnerable when the Draig seduced you.”
I frown. “That’s not it at all. Igor and I were not together when he disappeared.” I shake my head.
“This Igor lied about using a condom, and you were upset?”
“Yes.” There was more to it, but I don’t want to rehash all of it again. “We’ve been over this part.” I’m starting to sound frustrated. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. It feels like all my words are being twisted.
“Right.” He taps the side of his mask. “What happened when you got back to the house?”
“Bad things,” I mutter, feeling the blood drain from my face.
“You will need to expand on that.”
“Igor wanted me to make good on my promises almost as soon as we got home.” My tone is hollow, which is how I feel inside just thinking about it.
“He wanted to mate with you?” He leans forward, placing his elbows on the table.
“No. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I explained very carefully to Igor that I had lied to save Octane. That I didn’t want to be with him in any capacity. That I didn’t want to mate with him or have sex with him. I made it very clear that a blowjob was out of the question.”
“What then?”
“He didn’t take it well.” I chew on my lip for a few moments. “He hit me. He pushed me onto my knees.” My voice hitches.
“What did you do? Did you end up conceding?”
“I got him onto the bed. I begged him not to force me. I told him it was rape, but he didn’t care. He threatened to punch and kick me in the stomach. He threatened to kill our unborn child.” My voice is small. “And so—”