Page 16 of Dragon Tempted

Thump. Thump.

Why was a bass drum playing in his skull?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Damn. He needed to tell whoever was pounding that drum to knock it the hell off. He growled as he opened his eyes and took in the woman sitting next to him.

Had he finally died? The beauty had to be an angel, which made him think it was a possibility.

Then the angel spoke. “It’s about time you woke up.”

He blinked and his brain clicked with recognition…Sienna.

“How long have I been out?”

Sienna leaned closer. “About fifteen hours.”

He took in the large bedroom. “Where am I?”

“The dragon clan house.”

He growled again. “Damn woman. Why would you bring me here?”

Her eyes widened at his tone and then narrowed like a laser beam taking in its target. “Well, let’s see. You were shot with an arrow and we escaped through some underground tunnel, and then they set off explosions and you proceeded to pass out in the car while I was getting us the hell out of there. Where exactly did you expect me to take you?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“Sorry.” Although she sounded anything but. “You were unconscious, so I got to make the unilateral decision. Instead of growling at me, you should be thanking me.”

“I’m not going to thank you for putting everyone else in danger.”

“You needed help. I couldn’t dump you on the side of the road, although listening to you now, it should have been an option I considered more carefully. By the time I got you here, you didn’t look invincible. Far from it.”

He sighed. “I can’t die. It doesn’t mean I can’t be hurt.”

“Obviously.” Her gaze softened as she took in his exposed chest. He fisted his hands in the blankets to stop from reaching up and covering his scars.

“Where are Eric and Adam?” he barked.

Her eyes moved from his chest and narrowed on his face again. Good—he could handle annoyed Sienna. Caring Sienna? Not so much.

“They’re meeting with Marcus, who is our head of security. They sent some guards to check out your house.”

“They shouldn’t engage them.”

“Engage who? Who attacked us?”

John ignored her question, looking around the room again. Where was it?

“Your backpack and the duffel from your truck are on the chair in the corner,” she said as if reading his thoughts. “No one has gone through your bags, John.”

Now it was his turn to narrow his eyes on her.

“I know your backpack is important to you. It was the only thing you took from your cabin before we ran. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out.”

It was time for him to get out of here. He tried to sit up, but his side protested loudly.

“Take it easy.”