Page 10 of A Dragon's Curse

Her pale skin had almost made her look frail until she spoke with such venom. She crossed her arms over a red scoop-neck shirt that stood out over her black slacks.

“She ismymate now,” Knox answered. “She’s also our prisoner until I decide otherwise. I’m taking her to section four.”

There were sections? That was good to know.

“How did you…” She rolled her eyes. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. You just made this situation messier than it needed to be.”

Knox squared off with the crazy old lady. “No, I did what needed to be done. If he wasn’t coming back on his own, we needed to draw him out. Plus, he doesn’t deserve her.”

I snorted. “And you do?”

Both of their eyes cut sharply to me.

So much for keeping my mouth shut.

Knox gave me a onceover that made me want to vomit. “I deserveeverything.”

Yep, he was every bit the psycho I thought he was.

I tried to see the physical similarities between him and Cillian, but there was nothing there. The hair color, eyes, facial structure… All of it was different.

I wanted to know if they were related by mother or father. Based on the minute lines around his eyes, Knox seemed as if he was older than Cillian, but those also could have been because the fucker had a stick up his ass most days.

If his mother had another son, why wouldn’t she have kept him? If Knox was Cillian’s father’s child, had their dad even known he existed? So many questions and too soon for answers.

“You shouldn’t have done this,” the woman said.

“There’s plenty that shouldn’t have been done leading up to now,” he retorted. “I guess that trait runs in the family.”

Family?Was this Nannio, the crazy grandmother Cillian had spoken of?

Fuck, I hoped not.

Though, with my luck lately, she absolutely was, and Cillian was going to come home to quite the shit sundae once he got here.

Knox reached back for me, grabbing tightly around my wrist. “It’s time for you to go to your room.”

At least he hadn’t saidourroom. I could live with a bit of solitary time.

“What about—”

He cut the older woman off. “I’ve gotten us this far. Do you really think it’s wise to question me now?”

There was a spark of something that reminded me of Beatrix, but it was gone before I could figure out why.

“I guess not,” she replied. “I’ll be waiting for you in section two. We have other things to discuss.”

She turned around, the short strands of her silver hair floating over her shoulders as she went.

“Who is that woman to you?” I asked once he started pulling me down the narrow tunnel.

“Nobody.”

“You called her family,” I pointed out.

He glanced briefly at me, smoothing his facial features. “No, I said a certain trait runs in the family. Good try.”

He was either a solid liar or I’d been overthinking the conversation.