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Jay slowed. “We can’t go too fast.”
I blinked, matching her pace so we didn’t outstrip the men on our heels. A tall hedge line approached, and I sped up, scooping Jay into my arms to vault over it.
“Don’t jump too high, and keep your wings in,” Jay ordered.
I slowed, fighting my instincts to grow both my tail and my wings for balance. For better or worse, it made me wobble, and I let go of Jay at the top to complete my jump. Jay giggled andmade a show of rolling through the final edge of the hedge and falling to the other side.
“Fucking lose your footing, Tyson,” she demanded.
Tyson, who’d sailed right over, turned to give her an incredulous look, stopped directly under Lux, and the two went down in a pile.
“Perfect,” Jay grinned. “Down the road, no wings. Not yet, anyway. We’re not on Dragon Island anymore. The rules are a wee bit different here.”
“Rules?” Tyson exclaimed.
“More like guidelines,” Jay answered. “But if we piss off both the human and supernatural community, life will get very hard very fast.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
OGDEN
Iwatched Lux’s ass as we ran down the road, my heart racing. He’d fallen deep into a rut last night, and I’d helped him through it. Did he remember? Did he realize it was me? Did he know I joined him when his final climax let his dragon rest?
Did I want him to know?
Rehan, with Jay at his side, jumped a small fence and ran up the side of a hill. All of us slid to a halt at the top. My gaze ripped from Lux to Jay. The blood drained out of my face. I was as bad at Tyson. I’d cheated on Jay, the woman who wore my mark. I could make every excuse that I’d done it for her. That Lux was one of her mates. But Tyson had used the same excuses.
I clenched my fists. If I told her, she’d use it as more proof our marks weren’t natural. And they were. I was madly in love with Jay, and only Jay, right? I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I clenched my fists. No longer running, the cool air sent a shiver down my spine, and I forced my thoughts away from what I’d done and focused on this frigid, new world.
“I know you have questions, but we’re easily identifiable and definitely not on your island anymore.” Jay turned to me with flushed cheeks. “Ogden, I’m riding you.” She grinnedbefore schooling her face. “We’re headed south, toward Dublin, Ireland’s capital, to find a place to hole up and regroup. I don’t own any property in Ireland, and that trip through the Ley Line fried my electronics. So, we’re at the mercy of the Alliance.” She looked right at me. “Unless you’re willing to orgy it up.”
Guilt twisted my gut, and I bit my lips shut. Next to me, Rehan crossed his arms over his chest, which might mean yes or no. Tyson rubbed his arms, his gaze darting everywhere at once, while Lux’s eyes shifted from human to dragon and back again too fast to be comfortable for either beast or man.
Jay let out a frustrated breath. “Fine.”
I released my breath, and my guilt eased.
“The Alliance?” Rehan prodded.
Jay nodded. “It’s a group of shifters who run the ‘oops, I’ve teleported, and I’m trapped’ hotline. Basically, they help out stranded supernaturals so they don’t cause trouble, which is precisely our situation at the moment.”
“You own property?” Tyson asked, apparently slow to process our conversation. “I thought we took your identity when you came to the island.”
Jay rolled her eyes. “At this point. I’m assuming Betty Strop is a completely made-up person, as were her assets.” She poked herself in the chest. “A thousand years old, remember? I have a diversified portfolio and a loyal vampire accountant who has been working for me since the eighteenth century. I could buy your island, not that I want it.”
I rocked back, momentarily surprised, before a grin split my face. Of course, my mate was loaded. Not that it mattered, but with a thousand years of life and her intelligence, it shouldn’t have even surprised me.
“Og,” Jay snapped. “You have a problem with the plan?”
I shook my head, still beaming at her with pride. “Head to Dublin, find a place to regroup.”
Jay pursed her lips, probably confused by my easy agreement. I might not quite have her intelligence, but I was close, and this wasn’t my world. I needed to pick my battles.
“Peachy.” Jay glared at each of us. “No dragons, no scales, no flapping, no hard banking, we are paragliders.” She held her hands out in front of her with a pretend bar in her grip. “You fly like this. If you see someone wave at you, you wave back. Humans don’t believe supernaturals are real, so pretend to be human.”
Lux grew one of his horns and crossed his eyes. “Like this?”
Jay groaned. “You’re worse than Drama Llama.”