Page 12 of Her Irish Dragons


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Then I was falling through air—extremely cold air. I could feel ice crystals forming on the arms I’d left bare since it had been a lovely summer day before I was unexpectedly shoved into the Three Gods Lake.

But the temperature was the least of my worries. I was falling even faster with no water to slow me, and the duffel still dragging me down.

Now I really, truly was going to die.

This time when I hit the?—

Instead of the ground, a strong pair of arms caught me.

I blinked.

And found myself staring up into another set of emerald-green eyes.

But these belonged to a male.

An extremely beautiful male.

Actually, the most beautiful male I’d ever seen.

His long white hair whipped in the wind, framing a face so sharply planed, I couldn’t believe, on a molecular level, that rulers hadn’t been involved in its design.

Something liquid pooled low in my stomach. Then tightened into a knot of sensation, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Terror? No. Excitement? No. Something in between.

Was this my fated mate?

He smelled like a roaring fire.

And scowled down at me in a way that made me feel like I was burning alive in his flame.

Still, I had been raised to be polite.

Even under the strangest of circumstances.

“Thank—”

Okay, pause to violently cough up a bunch of water.

His cradling grip tightened, keeping me anchored in his arms as I choked and sputtered. And that knot in my lower stomach grew tighter.

But, second try: “Thank you for catching me,” I managed to croak.

Right before I passed out.

What. The. Devil Emoji.

Fenrir Variant Omicron:We are headed back. Please prepare the East Residency.

Fenrir Variant Upsilon: Back? We did not catch her. Tell us we did not catch her.

Fenrir Variant Omicron: We cannot tell us that.

Fenrir Variant Upsilon: Fenrir Prime will not be happy.

Fenrir Variant Omicron: We are aware.

Fenrir Variant Upsilon: If we insist on being defiant, be defiant. Do not bring her here. We must hide her.

Fenrir Variant Omicron:Where?