Page 87 of Princess Fallen
“What do you want to do, Rogan?”Dominic asks.
“This.”Rogan swoops me up and over his shoulder.
I curl my hands into fists and hit his back, his tight ass.I kick and wriggle.But he’s too strong for me.He carries me out the door, down the hallway, and to an elevator.
“Put me down, Rogan.Put me the fuck down!”
He doesn’t respond.
“I willnotbe treated like a child that you can control.”
“Princess, I suffer no delusions.I know I don’t control you.But Iwillprotect you.If that means carrying you around like a child, so be it.”
I don’t let up with the punching.I hope his back is black and blue.Serves him right for carrying me around like a sack of potatoes.
And then there’s Dominic.Dominic Park, who is chuckling under his breath.
I think I hate him a little bit.
Make that a lot.
“I’ve got a car waiting in the back,” Dominic says.“If we’re quick, we won’t be seen.”
I stop struggling then.If Dominic is concerned about us being seen, we may truly be in danger.From whom?The demons?My stepfather?
My father?
I never trusted my stepfather.Richard was a bad seed from the beginning, and he made it clear.My mother was blinded.On the rebound from my father, she believed every little lie Richard told her.Larissa and I knew better, but we were at an impasse.We wanted our mother to be happy.If I knew then that he was an actual demon?I would’ve moved heaven and earth to keep him away from my mother.
Damn you, Dad. Damn you for letting him near us.
The elevator stops and the doors open.Dominic exits first, scouting the hallway.
“All clear,” he says.
Then he shifts.
He shifts into a white wolf so quickly and so quietly I almost miss it.If not for the tattered clothes on the floor, I might think he’s been a wolf this whole time.
“Rogan?”
“I’m not going to change.Dom is changing to protect us.”
“But he said there’s a car.”
“There is.And there’s no better bodyguard to get us to the car than a huge white wolf.”
The wolf—Dominic—leads us through a quiet hallway to a secluded door.It opens into an alleyway.I’m still in Rogan’s arms, and he carries me to the black car that’s waiting.
“Keep in touch,” Rogan says to Dominic.
“He’s not coming with us?”I say.
“No.He has other things to do.I have to get back to The London and check in with Blaze.I’m concerned that…”
“Concerned that what?”
He doesn’t answer, and the car lurches forward.Our driver doesn’t turn his head and look at us.He simply drives, apparently aware of where he’s going.