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The Billionaire Dragon's Secret Son (Howls Romance #10)(6)
Author: Harmony Raines


“Show me something? Get to the point. Tell me why you are here.” He sniffed her, and then looked up again. “Why are you here with the stench of another dragon on your clothes, on your body?” He sneered. “Is that it, you stole the blade for another dragon?”

Her heart beat rapidly. What was he saying? A dragon? Dear lord, the guy was insane, she had heard all this from Brax. She didn’t believe it then, she didn’t believe it now. Or was dragon a code word? But why would she smell of anything? The only other person she had been near was Charlie.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“No,” he said, staring into her eyes, as if trying to get a glimpse of her soul. “You don’t, do you?” He eased back, releasing her wrists. “Speak.”

She sat up, trying to angle her body away from his, while rubbing her sore wrists. “I came here, because I have something… Someone I need you to meet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve brought a friend.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, not my thing. One woman is all I need.” He made sure she heard his words, even if she did not understand the underlying message. “Is this friend the dragon I smell? Perhaps you should tell them to come out of hiding? If they want to fight, I am ready.”

He got up, and prowled the room once more. She slid off the bed and ran to the bathroom door, putting herself between father and son. “It’s not what you think.” She shook her head. She had no idea what the man was thinking. But she was sure it wasn’t that his son was hiding in the bathroom.

“In there?” He smiled, and rolled his sleeves up further. “Open the door. I’m ready.”

“Stop.” She took a step toward him. “You will scare him.”

George Lancaster cocked his head on one side, and his voice softened. “So it is another man? You are still a liar, it seems.”

He might as well have slapped her. She reeled from his voice as he said her name. “No!”

“Get out of my way.” George grabbed her wrist. “You should not have come back here. I have spent the last five years living with the shame you brought on my family. Five years of amassing treasure to bring the downfall of those who took what did not belong to them. Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I am the naive man who took you to his bed? Do you think I don’t know why you are here? Why you have been sent?”

“I have not been sent,” she said. “I have no idea what you mean.” But she was starting to understand the trouble she caused that night, and the anger George held for her.

“So what? You simply stole for money?” George asked. “With no thought of the damage you did my family?”

Before she could answer, before she could tell him the reason she had taken this Heartsfire Blade he held so dear, the bathroom door opened, and Charlie walked out.

 

 

Chapter Four – George


“Mommy?”

George wheeled around, letting go of her hand as he turned to face the child who stood in his bathroom doorway. The small child looked at him, his eyes wide, his face pale, his bottom lip trembling as he fought not to cry.

“Mommy, are you all right? I heard shouting.”

George took a step closer to the child, who stood his ground, despite his obvious fear. In an instant, the woman had slipped past George, to place herself between him and the child. His child. He could see it in the eyes that looked back at him, and scent it on the air as he breathed in. This was the dragon he had smelled. Not an adversary. But a child. His child. He repeated the phrase. Now he knew why she was here. Now he knew whom the we she spoke of was.

“Please,” she said, putting her hand up to fend him off, even though she knew George could flatten her with his body, or throw her across the room if he chose to. “I can explain.”

“Why did you keep him from me?” George asked, his shock replaced with a growing anger. “How old is he?”

“Four,” she admitted, her eyes avoiding his hard gaze.

“You never once thought, through your pregnancy and birth, through the first four years of his life, that I had a right to know about my child?”

She winced. “How do you know he’s yours?”

He snorted with derision. “Why else would you be here?”

“And you believe me?” she asked. Then it clicked, she had come here expecting a fight. She had thought he would deny this child, and demand a paternity test before he took them in.

“He is a dragon.” He threw that at her and she paled. “Just like his father. I can smell it on his skin, I can hear the beat of his heart in my ears. He is a dragon.”

She swallowed, looking at him and then at the child. He was now convinced that she had no idea what he meant. That being a dragon must make him part of some weird cult. “Do you want me to show you my dragon?” he threatened and he let his dragon come forth, his eyes glowing a deep emerald green.

“No.” She shook her head and the young boy slipped his hand into his mother’s.

“Are you all right, Mommy?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, Charlie bear,” she replied, her hand brushing his golden hair.

“He’s not a bear,” George said quietly, as he heard her speak the child’s name. “He is a dragon.”

“But more than anything, he is my son,” she said firmly.

“No, he is our son,” George said. And you are my woman, he wanted to add, but he did not. Now was not the time to lay his cards on the table for her to see. He needed to find what leverage he could, to make sure she never ran from him again. He would bind her to him in every way he could, and make sure she knew her place. He would never trust her, but he would bed her, and bend her to his will. And breed with her.

She looked down at her child. The understanding dawning there was heartbreaking—if you had a heart. Her eyes misted over. This woman might be many things, thief, liar, whore, but she was now a mother. A mother to his son. But what game had she come here to play?

“Have you come to sell him to me?” George asked, twisting the knife into her heart. “I can think of no other reason you are here now. You have kept him from me for so long. Why else would a woman like you come here?”

She winced as his words, her cheeks coloring as she stroked the child’s head. She cared what her son thought of her. His heart opened, and for one brief moment. George wanted to let her in, wanted to believe the best of her, because this was the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life, the rest of eternity with.

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