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Authors: Jessie Donovan
Tags: #Fiction / Romance / Paranormal
Reawakening the Dragon: Part One
Reawakening the Dragon: Part One
Jessie Donovan
Chapter One
Jane Hartley plumped up her breasts in the low-cut dress and decided it was time to quit stalling. She had a job to do.
As she walked into the Fox and Stag pub, she gave a cursory glance around the crowded room. The bar was wooden and worn. The nicks spoke of more than one pub fight.
A billiards table was at the far back and the rest of the space was dotted with tables and patrons. Most of them were men, although there were a few other women here and there. All of them were dressed in more casual clothes than Jane’s tight dress, which was already attracting notice. One or two men gave her lewd glances, but she merely smiled and headed for an empty seat near the bar.
Despite the heavy make-up, tight dress, wig, and heels, Jane wasn’t there to pick up a man. According to one of her contacts in Manchester, some of the former Carlisle-based dragon hunters liked to have a few pints there on Fridays. Since the pub was full of somewhat shady-looking men, the hunters should fit right in.
She hoped to find out something useful or she’d have to reevaluate her strategy. She’d already wasted two days of her vacation tracking down the Fox and Stag in Newcastle. The former hunters’ hangout in Carlisle had been abandoned after their loss to the Stonefire dragons earlier in the year. Who knew how long they’d use Newcastle and its surroundings as their new base. If she couldn’t find the hunters, she couldn’t write the story that could change the course of her career. Jane wanted to be more than a pretty face on camera, interviewing passersby. She wanted to be a true journalist.
The thought of never reporting stories that could make a difference in the world made Jane clutch her purse strap tighter. Working with the Stonefire dragon-shifters had reignited her drive to find out the truth and she would find her story even if it killed her. After all, no human had ever revealed the inner workings of the dragon hunters.
If Jane could do it, not only would she have the story of the year, she could also help sway public opinion even more in favor of the dragon-shifters. She knew firsthand from her interactions with Clan Stonefire that they weren’t monsters. The trick was proving it with facts and a narrative that would tug at the public’s heartstrings and make a lasting impression.
Reaching the bar, Jane slid into an empty seat and smiled at the bartender. It was time to get to work.
After asking for a pint, Jane casually staked out the room from the corners of her eyes. The largest group of men was seated behind her and to the left. Inspecting her nails as she waited for her drink, she listened to the group.
One of the men said, “Check out that bird. She’s well fit. I’m going to chat her up.”
The man didn’t speak with a Geordie accent, but rather a Scouse one, which meant he was from Liverpool. Since Liverpool didn’t have a dragon hunter branch, the man could be from the Carlisle group. One of the trademarks of the Carlisle branch was that they recruited from all over Great Britain.
She needed to talk with the men behind her and find out if her hunch was correct.
Jane’s lager arrived. Taking a sip, she waited to see if any of the men would approach her. If not, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.
She didn’t have to wait long. Less than a minute later, a man of average height, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt with the tails hanging out appeared on her left. His voice matched the Scouser from before. “Hey, beautiful, did you fall from heaven?”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Jane forced herself to smile and change her voice into a flat American accent. “I guess that line works on either side of the pond.”
The man smiled. “You’re American.”
“Yes, I’m here on a little vacation.” She leaned forward a fraction and the man’s eyes darted to her cleavage. “It’s been awesome so far. Everywhere I turn, the men have such sexy accents. I can never get enough.”
He met her eyes again and his smile grew wider. “Well, love, this is your lucky day. Me and my mates would love to have you over at our table. We’ll say whatever you like.”
The glint of desire in the man’s blue eyes made her stomach churn. But Jane was prepared. If anything went wrong, she had an illegal can of pepper spray in her purse. Not to mention that ever since the dragon hunter attack on Stonefire earlier in the year, she’d been taking advanced self-defense classes, which would come in handy if needed.
With a nod, she answered, “I’d love to meet your friends. Maybe you can teach me how to sound British.”
“Then come with me. My name’s Jason.”
Jane had long ago picked a fake name similar to her own. “I’m Jenn.”
As the man guided her toward a table with about eight blokes, Jane catalogued their faces. While she didn’t have an eidetic memory, she had always been good with faces. Even if she didn’t find out any information about the dragon hunters from these men, she could later cross-check them with known dragon hunter associates and see if she was on the right track.
Of course, Jane was getting ahead of herself. She had to survive chatting with the slimy men at the table first.
The stench of beer, cigarettes, and stale male sweat hit her as she stopped next to the long table with Jason. This was going to be a long ten or twenty minutes with these men.
Remember, these men can lead me to my next clue.
Even as they leered at her breasts before looking back to her face, Jane never stopped smiling. She waved. “Hello.”
One of the men whistled. Since she’d spent the last decade focusing on her career, it’d been a long time since she had interacted with men in a pub. If whistling was the way to win a woman these days, Jane would remain single for the rest of her life.
Under normal circumstances, she would probably glare and give him the double finger salute.
However, these weren’t normal circumstances, so the mental image of kicking each of the men in the balls would have to do for the present.
Jason placed his hand on her lower back. His touch made her want to take a long, hot shower. “This here is Jenn. She’s an American looking for sexy accents. I told her we were it.”
A dark-skinned man with black hair and brown eyes spoke up first. “Is that so? Then mine is the best.”
A Birmingham accent.
A man with brown eyes and a pale, bald head spoke next. “Don’t listen to him. Yorkshire is better. After all, we’re the Texas of England.”
With three accents identified, Jane’s gut said this group of blokes might be the right one.
Keeping up her act as an American, she put her hands up and shrugged. “They all sound the same to me.”
“Oi,” the bald man said, “sit yourself down and we’ll teach you properly. Next thing you know, you’ll say we sound Australian.”
Putting a finger to her mouth, she tried to look coy. “Well, you kind of do.”
The man at her side motioned to some of his friends. “Move your arses and let the lady sit down. I think it’s time we teach her the difference between us and the criminals.”
Jane’s mother was Australian, so she was familiar with how some Brits called Australians criminals—after all, the British had sent a lot of their convicted criminals to Australia and America back in the day.
She couldn’t defend her mother, though, so she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent her from saying something out of turn. Playing the part of a clueless American was going to take more concentration than she’d thought.
Once Jane scooted into the booth and Jason slid in next to her, Jane was trapped between two possibly dangerous men. The reminder of exactly where she was and who these men could be calmed her mind. If she fucked up, more than her story would be on the line.
Her life could be, too.
Jane upped her charm and went to work.
~~~
Kai Sutherland tugged the sleeves of his new jumper and exposed his forearms. Unlike most dragon-shifters, Kai had tattoos on both arms. His jagged flame one in black ink helped him to better blend in with the humans and he needed all the blending in he could do given his height and tendency to growl.
Or, at least, that’s what the human females of his clan had told him—that he growled too much.
Eyeing the pub across the street, Kai pushed aside thoughts of his growling and focused on his task. Newcastle was a dangerous city for dragon-shifters. While no one remembered the reasons, the Geordies were the most afraid of his kind in the entire United Kingdom and they did everything in their power to keep their cities clean of dragon-shifters. He couldn’t fuck up or he could end up in the hands of the DDA, or worse.
However, their hatred was why Kai was here.
Because of it, the city welcomed dragon hunters without a second glance, believing the hunters could help protect them. According to his contacts, the pub across the street should be one of the usual hangouts for the hunters in the area.
Kai’s dragon grunted.
Lure them out and we can eat them.
No eating humans. That’s one of the rules.
But rules are meant to be broken.
Not this time. Remember what they did to Charlie? Eating one or two isn’t enough; we need to bring the bastards down.
Charlie had been Stonefire’s first female Protector. Seven months ago, she’d been captured and drained of blood.
Clenching his fingers, Kai forced his anger to the back of his mind. Strong emotions would cloud his judgement and risk what might be the only chance he had to try to capture and interrogate one or two hunters at his leisure. To protect his clan, he needed to take down Simon Bourne, Carlisle’s leader. But he couldn’t do that without more information.
His dragon replied,
The DDA will punish you if they find out what you’re doing.
Fuck the DDA. They always let us down.
Except Evie.
Evie Marshall was the human female mated to Kai’s clan leader.
Of course, not Evie. That female proved herself.
Just hurry up. I hate being in the crowded streets of cities.
In this, Kai agreed.
Then stay quiet and let me do my job.
Fine, but you owe me a hunt later.
With that, his dragon retreated to the back of his mind and Kai crossed the street to the pub.
Upon entering, he took in his surroundings as he made it to the bar. Most of the patrons were working class males celebrating the end of the work week. A few human females drank with them or watched as some men played billiards on the far side of the room.
Then he looked toward the left and saw the back of a dark blonde-haired female sitting with a group of males. Her hair was swept up, exposing the delicate skin of her neck.
His beast growled out,
Ours.
Don’t be daft. No one is ours.
She is. Get her away from those humans.
Her biceps are bare, free of material and tattoos. She’s human too.
That doesn’t matter. Those human males aren’t worthy.
Kai wanted to sigh. His dragon had always been a little dramatic.
You’re not being quiet, so I will make you quiet.
Wrestling his dragon into a mental prison before he could reply, Kai took the last few steps to the bar. While he waited for the bartender, he looked over his shoulder so he could see the woman’s face.
The second he saw the blue eyes, long face, and bright smile, he felt as if he’d been punched in the gut.
The woman might be wearing too much make-up and had blonde hair instead of black, but it was Jane Hartley, the BBC reporter who’d been working with Stonefire over the last few months.
He wondered why the hell she was in Newcastle. He highly doubted it was a coincidence.
His dragon banged against his mental cage. Since Kai had lots of experience dealing with his temperamental beast, the cage held. However, if he stayed in the same room as Jane for longer than five minutes, his dragon might find a way out.
After all, his bloody beast believed the human was their second chance.
Rather than allow his thoughts to go down that path, Kai clenched his jaw. He needed to get the human female out of the pub and send her on her way.
The bartender approached, but Kai merely waved him off and headed toward the table. He had an idea.
The sight of Jane smiling and flirting with the human bastards sent a flash of anger through his body. They shouldn’t be anywhere near her. All Kai wanted to do was toss the hunter bastards against a wall and whisk the human female away to safety.
The thought made him pause. He wasn’t here to protect the female. She could fend for herself.
Kai’s dragon broke free.
No, we must protect her.