He was at least five inches taller than me, and I was six fucking feet. No wonder people feared him, aside from the fact that he was a damn firedrake.
“Can you take me there with your shadows?”
I nodded, walking over and grabbing his arm before moving through the shadows to the road.
We stepped onto the road, and the blood had seeped downward from the slope, so my shoes were soaked in the mess.
A deafening roar exploded from Rowan, and red scales appeared on his skin before vanishing.
Stuffing my hands in my front pockets, I tilted my head. “I take it you know what did this?”
He turned his head toward me, and the flames surrounding his pupils raged. “Looks like a dragon kill.”
“Fucking dragons?” I glanced up at the sky. “I was just here, and I didn’t see any dragons.”
“Because the dragons are shifters like drakes. They just don’t have fire or ice control.” He crossed his arms as he took in the disaster on the road.
“Okay, but what’s a dragon doing in Fate Hollow?” I tapped my lip piercings on my teeth. “Aren’t those the only supernatural who refuse to take part in living among others?”
“That’s right.” He shook his head with his jaw clenched. “Can you tell me exactly what happened before you came back to find this?”
The anger flared again inside me, and my shadows clung to my body as I stepped further into their remains. “The four dead fuckers had circled two of the women from the academy. One of them was my little bird, and I was coming back to kill them slowly, but someone came and messed that up. There’s barely a lick of pain in the air.”
“Your little bird is Wren Clearwater, no?”
My brows shot up. I thought I was the only one with information on people. “How the fuck do you know that?”
“Rhett mentioned it a couple of times.”
Of course he did.
“Was she hurt?”
“No,” I growled. “She’s back at the dorm.”
The muscles in his shoulders relaxed as he nodded. “Good.”
“Why the interest?”
He hesitated, stepping over to the grass and out of the road. “She’s a student.”
“Don’t you care about the other one involved? Trixie.”
“Of course I do.” He bristled, rubbing his jaw. “How is she?”
“Lucky.”
“Lucky?”
“She was supposed to protect my little bird. I trusted her.” I walked off the road, and the bloody mush clung to my shoes with every step.
“Damien, be upset with the ones who put them in danger. I’m sure the witch feels bad enough.”
“How do you know everything about everyone?” I shot a suspicious glance toward him. “I stalk the shadows. What do you do?”
I also partook in a lot of torture to get my information, but there was no way he had the same methods.
“I’m the headmaster,” he stated simply, and I rolled my eyes.
