sucked in a ragged gulp of air, and my insides went haywire. I could almost feel his blood surging through my veins, begging to be reunited with his body.
When had he gotten so close? His heart rammed through his t-shirt and thrummed against my chest. “Talon…” I muttered and placed my hand on his insanely firm pec. He’d just finished telling me this wasn’t real.
He stopped his forward advance and dropped his gaze to my lap. He growled a curse, and his fingers closed around my dingy blanket. “I can’t control him…” The rough edge to his tone had my insides clenching.
I held my breath as Talon teetered on the edge of the bed. A swell of emotion pummeled my insides right before he whirled at me. His lips crashed into mine like a raging storm finally freed.
My brain said stop, but my body refused the command. Every single nerve ending lit up as his tongue lashed against mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. He growled against my mouth, and the heat of a thousand fires ravaged my insides. Holy dragon babies!
The lights flashed on, and Logan’s dark form appeared through the glass. “Oh good, you guys are awake.”
I almost fell forward when Talon leapt back and jolted off the bed.
“You were right, Talon. Vander is alive.”
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Sneak Peek of Darkblood Prison: Demon Double-Agent
Chapter 1
Vander is alive. Vander is alive. Logan’s words bounced across my skull like a ping pong ball. My heart smacked against my ribs, and the roar of my thundering pulse echoed across my eardrums. The Supernatural Intelligence Agency officer that tried to bring me in the night of my soul-sucking bender was alive. I didn’t kill Talon’s best friend.
“What?” Talon’s gruff shout jerked me from my wandering thoughts. He peeled himself off the obsidian wall of our cozy cell and met Logan as he walked in.
Not a second ago, my dragon bodyguard’s fiery lips had been pressed to mine, but when the warden appeared, he’d flung himself to the opposite corner of our cage so fast my head spun.
I tried not to focus on the pang of hurt streaking through my insides and concentrated on the good news. One less person to add to the tally of my murderous spree.
Logan’s gaze shot to mine, his darting eyes running over my disheveled hair and skimpy tank top. Heat blossomed across my cheeks. It was almost worse than one of my dad’s stare downs. How much had he seen before Talon shot across the cell?
The warden cleared his throat and pivoted to the looming dragon a few inches from his face. “I just got word from one of my gargoyle teams. They overheard some chatter at a bar when they were trailing a group of Thax’s narkin demon guards. According to the warlord’s men, he’s being held somewhere inside the castle.”
“But we were just there,” Talon hissed and raked a hand through his hair, driving it up in messy spikes. “How did I miss him?”
“We both did, T. This isn’t just on you.” Hayden’s raspy voice caught me by surprise. He rolled out of bed, sweeping his blonde locks behind his ears.
“So we’ll go back and get him.” I had almost as much stake in this as Talon. One less innocent soul had to count for something, right?
Three pairs of blazing orbs shot to mine, their intensity forcing a shudder up my spine. “You’re not going anywhere near him,” Talon growled.
A punch in the gut would’ve hurt less. I wrapped my arms around my middle to keep myself together. Why would I be so stupid to think he’d be nicer to me now that I hadn’t killed his friend? No, Talon was his same dickish self. As his icy glare bored into me, the hurt morphed into anger. A second ago he couldn’t keep his dragon paws off me, but now I was a threat to his friend?
I popped my hands on my hips as every ounce of guilt evaporated. “Eff off, Talon,” I snarled back. “I’m the only one in this room