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Knox scoffed behind me. “Wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole.”
“Guess you’ll need to be focused on Cillian, then. Good luck with that,” I said nonchalantly as I started walking again. I was so beyond done with this day.
Delaney spat curses after me, but I didn’t let any of them land. I just kept right on walking.
Knox jogged to catch up with me, slinging an arm over my shoulders. “That was a thing of beauty.”
I shook my head. “Can we go home now?”
It was Easton who answered as he, Cáel, and Pete reached us. “Please, before Cáel guts Delaney in the hallway.”
Cáel grunted. “She’s a woman. I’d make it more painless. I’d just snap her neck.”
I couldn’t help it; I laughed and patted his chest. “Such a gentleman.”
Knox’s phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He grinned as he put it on speaker. “Cill, you would not believe the verbal bitch-slap our girl just laid down.”
“Not now, Knox,” Cillian clipped.
Everyone stilled.
“We have a major problem. The dragon council is here.”
8
HAYDEN
The curses and growls that filled the air told me the dragon council wasn’t anything good, but I still had about a million questions.
“Where is here?” Easton gritted out.
“The house,” Cillian answered, tension running through his words.
“Right now?” Knox demanded.
“Showed up unannounced. It’s not like I had a choice whether to let them in,” Cillian muttered.
Cáel moved in closer, surrounding me with his massive body.
“What’s the play?” Easton asked.
Cillian let out an audible breath across the line. “We don’t have much room to maneuver. They’re demanding to see Hayden.”
“No,” Cáel spat, making me jump.
“We have to,” Cillian said calmly.
My gaze ping-ponged between all the men in the hallway, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Knox glared down at his phone. “How the hell did they find out about her?”
“Corbetts,” Easton muttered. “Had to be.”
“That’s my guess, as well,” Cillian agreed. “Probably trying to cover their asses after almost killing Hayden.”
Cáel growled low, making the hairs on my arm stand on end.
“Like we’d ever take our problems to the council,” Knox spat.
