Dragon Marked: Supernatural Prison #1 by Jaymin Eve Read Free Book Online Page B

despite her naivety to the supernatural world, she would be a hell of a
lot more knowledgeable about the rest of America. She’d been out, traveling
around, going to normal school. Sometimes I longed to spread my wings and fly –
I know, weird analogy for a wolf shifter. Stratford for all its wonder was
still a cage.
    She scrunched her forehead like I’d asked the stupidest question ever,
although the tears had at least stopped. “Well, humans are just … normal.”
    I sighed, and was proud of the fact I didn’t growl at her. If my question
was stupid, her answer was even more so. Apparently she wasn’t finished though.
    “There are so many different types, funny, petty, cruel, evil, sweet, and
honorable. I’ve never had many friends – we moved around a lot – but there are
great people in the human world. I’ve loved, lost, had fights and more fun than
I’d ever dreamed I could.” She was studying her hands again. “And through all
of my experiences, I still always felt different, living on the outside a
little.” She met my gaze. “Guess I finally know why.”
    Humans sounded like supernaturals, just with shorter, more fragile lives.
We had plenty of drama here also, but maybe not on such a grand scale. We were
more patient. Say if we wanted to exact revenge, well, sometimes that could
take ten years to play itself out. We had a lot longer to think it through.
    “Can you tell me about your world?” she asked, as she studied her
fingers. It looked as if she didn’t care, but I knew better. I could see the
slight tremble of her hands.
    As if they’d been timing their entrance, the front door slammed open.
    Maximus’ voice led the way. “Jessa, you okay?” There was a dark warning
in his tone.
    The four of them prowled their way into the living room. Judging from
their expressions, they’d come in here expecting the worst. I guessed they’d
heard voices and wondered who else was in their home. The room seemed smaller
as they moved into a semi-circle around my back, towering over me and Mischa.
She looked a combination of freaked out and awed as she shrank back, her gaze
drifting between their four faces.
    “Guys, meet Mischa, my sister.” Yeah, I was acknowledging the
relationship. Seemed stupid not to. As far as I knew she was just as much a
victim of our parents as I was.
    A slight smile crossed her face and her eyes lit up, the green so bright,
with these fine traces of blue. Damn her for having awesome turquoise eyes.
    “So you wanted to know about the supernatural world,” I said, waving a
hand behind me. “The Compasses might just be the perfect examples, since they
represent four of the five races.”
    The quads hadn’t said anything more, they were standing in their ‘intimidation’
pose, faces expressionless, except for the locked-on gaze. No wonder Mischa was
cowering like a lamb thrown to the lions.
    “Okay firstly as I said, there are five races. The one not represented
here are the demi-fey.” I listed out the creatures which fell under this
banner. Mischa’s face went a sickly white color as she realized the true extent
of our world. “The demi-fey only live within the protected supernatural
communities. The few times they have made themselves known to humans … well,
let’s just say things went a little haywire.”
    I was the queen of understatements. Think Loch Ness, Bigfoot, and
gargoyles.
    “We have a lot of trolls here. They mine underground for gold and gems.
Subsequently everyone in Stratford is filthy rich – not that we have any need
for money. Most of the demi-fey are from the dying lands of Faerie.” I stood
and moved next to Jacob. He smelled of forest and cold night air; his white-blond
hair had a few leaves in it. “And so is Jake. He’s a full fey, descended from
faerie.”
    “Pleasure to meet you,” he said, smiling at the stunned girl. He flashed
two straight rows of very white teeth. Mischa probably didn’t recognize the
threat in them.
    It