their interest? â Darius asked.
Thorn shook his head and smiled. â Look around the pub. Look around the area. Anywhere thereâs Dark, whether theyâre wearing glamour or noâ, the humans can noâ take their eyes off them. â
â And yet the female willna even look their way. â
â Exactly. Theyâre narcissistic. Whoever doesna pay them the attention they think they deserve must be wrong somehow. â
Darius was quiet for a moment. â Thorn, all of the mates to the Dragon Kings act this way toward the Dark. â
Thorn frowned as he looked at the female. âSheâs noâ a mate. â
â All of us thought it was because the women were mated to Kings. What if itâs more? What if itâs something else? â
â She felt their pull this afternoon when she stabbed me. I saw it. â
â But she fought it,â Darius argued.
Thorn couldnât deny that. How much would the mortal have to endure before she could no longer withstand the Darksâ seduction?
â We have to get her away from them. She needs to know who they are, Thorn. â
â The more she knows, the more danger sheâs in. â
â Sheâs in it up to her arse already. â
Thorn knew Darius was right. Though that didnât make anything better.
â We willna let her die. I give you my word. â
â Doona. If itâs her time, nothing can stop it. â
Darius snorted. â Weâre Dragon Kings. We can keep her safe. â
An image of the past flashed in Thornâs head. He instantly shoved it aside, refusing to dwell on such things.
â Thorn. â
He bit back a growl. â I hear you. I can noâ just waltz into the pub. Sheâll probably try to stab me again. â
â Probably, â Darius said, chuckling.
As soon as Thorn saw Darius, he was going to punch him. â Next time, you stand there and take the blade. â
â For her? I think I just might. â
Thorn found himself glaring, but he wasnât sure why. Thankfully, the woman paid the bill and stood. â Here she comes. â
â Stick to the streets. Iâll watch your back. â
Thorn crossed the street after she exited the pub and turned left. He was twenty steps behind her, keeping to the shadows.
They had gone six blocks and were almost out of the area. Thorn wouldnât breathe easy until she was away from so many Dark. Just as they reached the end of the block, three Dark turned the corner.
The womanâs feet faltered for just a heartbeat, but it was enough that the Dark saw. They smiled at her, but she turned her head away.
Thorn withdrew his dagger and walked faster. He stepped into the streetlight and waited for the Dark to see him. Their attention diverted from the mortal to him, just as he intended.
â Stay with her,â Darius said. â Iâve got these wankers. â
Before Thorn could reach them, Darius landed in front of him, killing one Dark by ripping out his heart.
Thorn stayed with her, and a few seconds later, Darius let him know the three Fae were dead. The rain never let up, and neither did the mortal. She walked constantly, stopping occasionally when the rain got too heavy.
It was past midnight and the streets nearly deserted when the rain finally stopped. He could hear her coughing and the wheezing of her breathing.
He and Darius had piled bodies of Dark Fae all through the city. Thorn didnât think the mortal saw them any longer. Her focus seemed to be staying on her feet.
Darius caught up with him after another skirmish with the Dark. âIâd have thought she wouldâve stopped by now.â
Thorn slowed when he realized she was shuffling her feet. âMore rain is coming. She needs to get dry. Why does she noâ find a hotel?â
âMaybe she doesna have any money.â
Why hadnât Thorn thought of that? That had to be the