Lies Don’t Matter
By
Julia Matthews
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Chapter 12
Hop
Red
consumed my mind. Fear for Cree had overrode his common sense a few other
times, but never to the point his dragon
talons expanded. If Charlie hadn’t been there . . . There’d been a dragon in
the middle of his hallway. Owned the man big time.
Two more
deep breaths and pure determination to put one foot in front of the other
carried him further into the house. Further Cree and me were from those
invaders the less my dragon yanked for freedom. Luckily, Cree hadn’t been
paying attention to my fingers. Didn’t need him getting that kind of a crash
course on dragon’s existence.
“You
okay?” Charlie asked as he shut the living room door behind me and Cree.
“Will
be.”
Warmth
swarmed over my body as Cree slid his arms around me. “Sorry.”
“Why?” I
kissed the tip of his nose. “You did nothing wrong.”
“I
provoked them.”
He had,
but not like he didn’t have the right to kiss me whenever he desired. He was
mine. I was his. We’d be married in a year, no matter what Raquel Dray-Stone
said. Cree had belonged to me since the day she gave birth to him. The story
Raquel and Carter believed was simply a that, a story. Not that the story was a
problem anymore. The child Raquel gave birth to was a little girl. Cree had
ceased, mentally, being a girl since he was a teenager. Physically, Cree gave
up his female body when he turned eighteen. The story that Raquel and Carter
feared coming to life held no validity. Cree was full on man. I could vouch for
that. Even if Cree had continued to be a female their story was full of shit. A
child of ours would be the heir to the dragon, not a destroyer of the world.
“Baby,”
Cree ran a finger down my arm, “you okay?”
Worry
clung to his voice, making me nod. “Think I should be asking you that.”
“Huh?”
“You
decked that prick.” I picked up his hand, pressing a soft kiss to the top of
it. “Did you bust your hand?”
“Nope.”
Cree let me turn his hand over and over.
“Hop,
you are fussing. Cree knows how to throw a punch.” Charlie might have said it,
but I saw him studying Cree’s hand.
“You
taught her well.” I tugged Cree to the sofa. “Might as well take a seat.”
“Seems
like we might be in here a few minutes.” Charlie tossed his head towards the
door. “Sounds as if Mr. Davis is giving Agent Carter a lesson about not
controlling the outsiders he brings.”
Hoped
so. The couple needed a good kick in the ass for touching his man. “Why did
Agent Carter bring civilians here on official business?”
“Not
sure.” Charlie sat down in the huge black leather recliner, crossing his
ankles.
“Is he
here on official business?”
Good
point. My other half was amazing at brining to life aspects my overloaded
dragon’s mind couldn’t see. Made me proud but showed me he needed to regain
control of his other side. Being distracted with enemies, so to speak, in
residence could be deadly for every dragon alive.
A soft
knock had Charlie squaring his shoulder and waiting for whoever came through
the door. The soft delicate tap told me it wasn’t Mr. Davis.
“May I
come in.”
I met
Charlie’s eyes and then we shifted them to Cree. He gave a haphazard shrug and
said, “What?”
“Is that
Raquel?”
Cree
nodded.
“Do you
want to see her?”
Cree
shook his head and shifted her attention not Charlie.
Charlie
took his cue like the leader he was. He stood and opened the door enough to see
her. “We have nothing to say to you.”
“Please
. . . I just want to . . . explain to her.”
I mocked
Cree’s shake of the head when Charlie looked back at me.
“Whatever
you have to say can be said to his lawyer.”
“Her
lawyer.”
Charlie
ignored her remark and shut the door, retaking his seat.
Cree
drew his legs into his chest. An unconscious move he made when struggling with
emotions. He was stronger than most but had limits. And he was nearing his
breaking point.
“What is
it?” Charlie sat beside him, tugging him away from me.
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