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was gutsy and selfless, no doubt, but she was more than
that. He just felt a bone-deep desire to see her again, to know her
and...hold her.
    But Edriq defied his dragon's
burning desire and turned the other way. The elderly Dracan woman
had run this way. There might be more Slayors after her.
    Choosing duty over desire,
Edriq turned and melted swiftly into the shadows.
    But he promised his angry
dragon and himself that he would find the woman. For once, his
dragon didn't push the issue. It seemed to know that it would see
that exquisite, beautiful female again. Soon.

CHAPTER
NINE

    Nora flapped her hands in
exasperation. “I'm tellin' ya, they were here!” she
said, her voice rising. “Those Damn Slayors! They were
attacking a little old lady in that alley. They were fighting right
here. One of them had me pinned to the ground and was about to kill
me, and then another one appeared and attacked my attacker! I
saw...” She faltered. They wouldn't believe her if she told
them that she saw her attacker shift into a giant serpent.
    She kept that tiny nugget of
incredulous information to herself. Otherwise, she told them the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
    The two police officers
looked at her sympathetically and exchanged a glance. Nora winced
and ground her teeth. She had run out to the main road and flagged
down the first car she saw. As luck would have it, that car happened
to be a police car. She'd blurted out her story to the two officers
and led them back here to the scene of the crime.
    “M'am,” one of
the officers began. He sported a mustache, a pot-belly and a
receding hairline. “There's nothing here. There's no evidence
at all that a fight or an attack has just happened here. There's no
blood and...no body.”
    “I saw him go down,”
Nora said vehemently. She squinted at the name on his uniform.
“Officer Smith, I'm not lying. Why would I incriminate myself?
I killed a man! I did what I had to do, to save the old lady!”
    “Y-you killed a man?”
the younger officer stammered.
    “I...don't know. It
wasn't a man.” Nora took a deep breath. Oh, what the heck.
“It was more of a snake.”
    “A snake.”
Officer Smith's bushy brows shot up. “You killed a snake with
your bare hands, Miss Garcia?”
    “With a broken bottle,”
Nora said through clenched teeth. “Look, I'm telling you what
happened here. Two...males were attacking an elderly lady. They
were going to kill her in that alley. They would have killed me too,
but I managed to stab one of them in the neck and run out. Then when
I was trying to get away from that s—” She swallowed and
amended quickly, “...that shit, another guy came and they
started fighting. I escaped. So did the old lady.”
    “The old lady escaped?”
Officer Smith sucked in a breath. He started chewing his lip
nervously under his mustache.
    Odd, Nora thought as she eyed
the cop suspiciously. Officer Smith looked kinda worried and
troubled by the news. Shouldn't he be relieved instead? An innocent
old lady had gotten away. That was good. But from the look on his
face, Officer Smith obviously didn't think so.
    The night couldn't get any
more freakish.
    Oh, but she was wrong.
    “Good evening,
officers,” a deep, commanding male voice boomed behind them.
    Nora recognized the voice
immediately. She spun round and saw that handsome, silver-eyed Damn
Slayor.
    But up close, he was even
more handsome. He was downright gorgeous. He was very tall, head
and shoulders above the two officers, and he had broad, powerful
shoulders and sharp, chiseled features.
    Despite his height and his
brawny physique, his grin was boyish and a little shy. Nora thought
he was in his early thirties at most. But that was before she looked
into his eyes. The man looked young, but his eyes told a different
story. His eyes were shrewd and wary, and he noticed everything with
one glance. Those were eyes that saw beneath the mere surface and
appearance of things, eyes that had seen
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