Shared By The Dragon Clan: Part Three (5 page)

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

Zane stepped out of the house.

He couldn’t
believe it. Just couldn’t.

He’d been
outsmarted by a sniveling human. And barely a man he was at that. Zane had
watched his mannerisms and hopeless insanity he carried around with him, and of
course he hadn’t been concerned. Because at the snap of his fingers he could
blow the guy’s face apart.

And it was
unfortunate, but even if there had been the opportunity, Blossom would not have
wished him to do such a thing. Even if it had meant escape for them.

Zane
understood it. The bond the humans had with each other. It was misguided,
disillusioned and could lead to disastrous results, as it did here … But that
didn’t change the fact that once upon a time, that asshole in there had made
Blossom happy.

Zane didn’t
want to turn away. He couldn’t abandon his beloved. What were his options
though? Could he just sit out here waiting for the guy to leave? That could be
tomorrow morning for all he knew. After he’d had his
way
with Blossom.
Zane couldn’t stomach it. If not for her sake, then for his. This was ugly.
This was horrible.

What was he
to do?

Zane breathed
in a deep sigh.

He knew what
he had to. But it was going to be bad for them in a whole other way.

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN

The gun was thankfully stuffed back
in Dennis’s jeans, as he reached across the table and dug into the pizza on
display. Stacey sat next to him, shivering.

“You’re a
fucking idiot, Dennis,” Jasmine scolded.

“Shut up,”
Dennis barked.

“That guy
isn’t going to forget this. He’s going to come after you.”

“He wouldn’t
want to.”

“Why? Because
you have a gun? You think that worries him?”

“No, because
I have Stacey,” Dennis laughed.

“I won’t let
you leave this house with her,” Jasmine stated. “You’ll have to fucking kill
me.”

“Oh shut the
fuck up. Just fucking chill out alright. It’s all a fucking joke anyway.”

Stacey tried
to stand up, but Dennis dragged her back to the chair. “I’m not finished,” he
said.

“I need to go
to the bathroom,” Stacey complained.

“Bullshit.”

After a few
more minutes of nothing, Dennis seemed to become restless. “Well, talk and
stuff, you know. Act normal. This isn’t a big thing.”

“So I can go
to the bathroom?” Stacey demanded.

“Fine,”
Dennis shouted. He pulled out his gun and waved it in the hall’s direction. “Go
find it. I’ll be right behind you.”

Stacey walked
briskly around the table and out into the hall. She found the bathroom and
locked the door behind her. Stepping away from it, she saw Dennis’s outline
appear through the frosted glass.

“Hurry up,”
he called to her.

“Fucking
bastard,” Stacey said under her breath.

She went to
the basin and washed her hands. Washed her face and stared at herself in the
mirror.

Oh crap.

Oh crap, this
had been such a bad idea.

She splashed
her face again and let out a sigh. Then she noticed the window just above the
toilet. She flipped back its rusted lock, and then pushed it open.

It was a
small opening. Difficult to squeeze through, even for someone of her size.
Still, she tried.

“Come on,
darling!” she heard Dennis shout. “I have to go too now!”

Stacey forced
herself through the window and hit the grass below.

“Hey!” Dennis
shouted. “I can’t see you in there – where have you –?”

Stacey slunk
quietly around the side of the house till she came out at the front. Zane was
nowhere to be seen.

“Master,” she
called quietly. “Master – where are you?”

The front
door flew open. Stacey saw two shadows emerge on the porch.

Jasmine was
attacking her brother.

“Stop it!”
she cried. “Stop it! Stop it!”

Dennis threw
her to the side and fired a shot of his gun into the air.

“Get fucking
back here now, bitch.”

Stacey looked
back.

He was
marching over.

“Yeah – you
think you can escape from me – come on –”

He grabbed
her wrist and attempted to pull her way to the house.

Then they
both saw it.

Red and blue
flashing lights from not too far away down the road.

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

Zane watched his beloved from the
darkness, unable to move.

Master,
Blossom
breathed.
Where are you…?

“Fuck,”
Dennis cried. “Fucking shit.”

They hadn’t
even made it inside the house before the cops made it to their nature strip,
rolling out in all sides with guns pointed at Dennis’s head.

He pushed Blossom
aside and dropped the gun. He fell on both knees and waited for the cops to
come and apprehend him.

Even more
cars were on the way. There were enough cops on the ground for an entire siege.

Zane remained
frozen. There was nothing he could do. No move he could make to save Stacey
from what was about to follow.

She hadn’t
been recognized yet. But soon she would be. The police were talking to her.
Asking her about what happened. Even now, Zane could hear Dennis’s voice rising
above the crowd:

“She’s the
criminal! Not me! She killed her friend!”

They’d quiet
him down eventually. But not before they asked Blossom a few questions. Like,
what her name was.

Zane turned.

He couldn’t
live through this anymore.

A total and
absolute failure on his behalf.

“Wherever you
wind up beautiful Blossom,” he whispered into the night, “I’ll be there to be
break your fall.”

Then he stepped
away. And disappeared into the darkness.

With all the
wishful thinking in the world.

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

Stacey was now in an interrogation
room located on the fifth floor of the City Justice Department. Cops were
watching her sit patiently at her desk from behind two way glass. There was a
tri-pod pointed at the table. A security camera in the corner of the wall.

She was lost
now. She was afraid. Why hadn’t Zane come to rescue her? He could have blown
fire at the cop cars and swooped her from the police’s clutches. It was
possible. He’d done similar before. Why hadn’t he now?

Because
innocent people would have died…

That much was
true. It wasn’t the police’s fault that she’d been tried and convicted. Then
again maybe it was, but it wasn’t the fault of those individuals who had just
rescued her from that psycho Dennis.

He was in the
holding cells below. Jasmine had also been brought in as a witness.

But the
police knew who she was now. She hadn’t denied it. There was no point.

“Just put me
in prison,” Stacey had told them glumly. “It’s not the end of the world. I can
work on my appeal. Maybe I’ll get out in a few years. With a bit of luck.”

There was no
alternative.

Her initial
interrogation had concluded about ten minutes ago. She figured there could be
more detectives back to ask her to explain what happened to Zane, but she
wasn’t going to give them anything. She wouldn’t give him up. As far as the
other dragons were concerned he was dead, and she intended to keep it that way.

She hoped he
was okay now.

The door to
the room opened. Stacey recognized who it was. The unnamed, dark skinned guard
she’d reached out to when she first came to the Island.

“You,” she
murmured.

“Hello,
Stacey. Do you mind if I sit down?”

“Okay.”

The guard
took his seat in front of her. “I’m here to help you,” he said.

“How?”

“I’ve been
looking into your case. I’m personally surprised that you were convicted of the
crime, which appears as though it could possibly be a suicide.”

“That’s what
I’ve been saying all along,” Stacey said.

“I found
something out about the night your room mate died. Someone came to visit her
only hour prior –”

The door
burst open and three other guards entered.

The Head of
Security stepped forward. “Can we wrap this up please, Walter?”

Walter
turned, smiled nervously. “Sure thing, boss.”

He stood up
and motioned to Stacey.

She rose from
her chair. “What’s going on?”

“You said you
wished to be transferred to prison. We’re here to collect you.”

“Oh,” Stacey
sighed. “Alright.”

They then
marched her out of the interrogation room. They went through numerous corridors
and passageways until they reached an elevator.

Stacey
watched the Head Guard’s finger as it moved across the keypad.

Which way
were they going? Up or down? Down or up?

“I’m so
sorry,” Walter whispered in her ear.

CHAPTER
TWENTY

The chopper was waiting their arrival
on the roof of the building. Stacey’s knees went weak when she saw it. Like she
could hardly walk. The guards mercilessly dragged her towards it, and loaded
her into the chair. She was strapped in and the buckles were fastened tightly.
Her companion Walter offered little comfort behind his sunglasses, but at least
she wasn’t sitting next to someone else.

Not long
after they took off, Stacey could see there were storms raging in the direction
they were headed. She hoped that there might be a chance they would turn back
because of them, but clearly they weren’t dangerous enough.

She tried not
to cry. She tried to remain strong. That was what Zane would have wanted. Not
give in. Not show fear. Embrace her own inner dragon. He knew that strength was
there inside her. But it was buried. And it was hard to dig out.

The Island
approached.

Ominous,
colorful, and busy with life. The chopper landed on the same building as it had
before and Stacey was dragged from her seat out into the rain. They stopped
halfway along, and dumped her there. The guards turned back to the chopper, but
Walter remained behind briefly.

“I won’t
forget about you,” he said. “Don’t you worry. We’re building a case. We’ll get
to the bottom of it.”

“Walter, come
on,” the Head Guard called to him. “If that beast shows up he’ll fry you too.”

Walter nodded.
He waved Stacey goodbye and then got onto the chopper to fly back to mainland.

Stacey
watched them disappear into the clouds.

Then she
looked at her surroundings. “Anyone out here?” she whispered.

No answer.

She stood up.
She went to the door at the end of the roof but it locked. It wouldn’t budge at
all.

The rain came
down harder. It was so cold. So fierce.

She sat back
down and let herself drown in it. There was so much water on her face she
didn’t even know if she was crying or not.

Then all at
once, there was a loud swooping noise.

A dragon was
coming.

For the
briefest moment she thought that maybe it was Zane – that he’d somehow followed
here – and that everything –

Nope.

Not him.

Conrad landed
on the roof and morphed back into his human form. He walked towards her.

“Please,”
Stacey said to him. “Don’t hurt me. I don’t want any trouble.”

Conrad held
out his hand. “Clothes.”

“My clothes?”
Stacey stammered. She couldn’t see that he was carrying anything. “But what am
I to wear?”

“Nothing,”
Conrad replied. “I’m going to fuck you.”

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