Dragon

Onyx

I knew that my first betrayal should be swift and long-earned.

Ghost underestimated me. Judas likely didn’t think of me at all. Wolf pitied me. To them, I was a peculiar jokester, a shameless flirt, and a restless musician. Brothers and lovers often trivialized the gifts of their counterparts.

Oh, he’d never do that to me. He’s a good guy.

Always wrong.

I’d been biding my time. My initial foray back into the world of monsters, released from my small-town prison cell, would have to be big. They’d have to never see it coming for it to work. And they didn’t.

Then there was Blythe. This darling little creature of death that came sulking into a diner with no money and only fear so strong it took my breath away.

I couldn’t ignore her, I couldn’t get her out of my head . . . and I couldn’t forget that she was mine.

Blythe

I was running again.

Except for this time instead of running from my past, I was running from home, running from myself. Maybe I’d find something on this journey that would help me know what to do. The Story Keeper’s ship had a navigator . . . I found myself wishing I had one, too.

It didn’t help my confusion that something about Onyx was screaming at me for attention. I was attracted to him, it would be impossible not to be. There were witches claiming we were all mated, The Halloween Boys and me. I couldn’t help the pull of Onyx’s emerald stare, or the way my heart beat faster just wondering what he’d say next.

Onyx Hart was sharp and charming . . . though there was something else. There was something else under his so carefully crafted surface that I’d yet to uncover. And I really wanted to uncover it.

But how could I slay part vampire and part dragon without getting bitten and burnt to a crisp?