Breathing Fire (Heretic Daughters #1)(60)

“Someone please put a muzzle on that bitch,” was my diplomatic reply. I didn’t even bother opening my tired eyes. There was a lot I couldn’t predict about Dom anymore, but I knew he wouldn’t let her near me.

“Nice hair.” I could hear the smirk in her voice. Goddammit, I thought. My hair seemed particularly partial to lavender lately. It would have been my last choice, so of course that’s what I got stuck with. Typical.

I opened my eyes, curling my lip at her. “Just shut it before I find out if you’re flame-retardant.”

“I wouldn’t say that too loud around here if I were you, Jillian. You’re not exactly surrounded by friends. Oh yeah, and didn’t your best friend just try to take your head? Imagine what the rest of us would like to do.”

I raised rage-filled eyes to her. It was a simple thing to turn the rage I felt for circumstances beyond my control onto someone I already despised. “Keep talking, Bitch. I’m quickly forgetting why it’s a bad idea for me to take your head.” My voice was filled with menace.

“Please try it.” Her voice had gone beast. “I’ll hang your head on my wall like a f**king trophy!”

I was taken aback for a moment by her reference to the druids long buried habit of head-hunting. Usually it was a topic they refused to talk about, along with several of the less than peaceful aspects of their history. Apparently Siobhan wouldn’t mind bringing at least one of those practices back.

“That’s enough, Siobhan. Go help with cleanup,” Dom ordered.

“Jillian, could you come with me real quick?” Caleb’s voice called out from the dark. He stepped closer, and I wondered how long he’d been waiting, unseen, to speak. I supposed it couldn’t have been long since he was slightly out of breath.

“Where’s Lynn?” I asked, immediately noticing that he was alone.

“Um, she’s ok,” he answered, but something in his voice bothered me. He seemed way too ruffled, a characteristic that was usually anathema to Caleb. “Just a little tied up at the moment. Everything ok with you?”

I nodded, wiping at my wet cheeks. Caleb was the last person I wanted to see me crying. “Christian tried to chop my head off a few minutes ago, but I’m dealing with it.”

He wasn’t amused. His eyes swung to Dom, narrowing. “You kill him, Druid?” he asked softly.

Dom just bared his teeth, not bothering to answer.

“How’d he find out?” Caleb’s gaze swung back to me.

“It was my fault. I started to shift in the fight. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t complete the shift, but it was enough.”

His eyes widened. “I have to say, I’d have paid to see that. Next time we have one of these things, I might have to roll with you.”

I curled my lip at him.

“So, um, could you come with me? I could use your help with something.”

I stood, brushing off my tattered clothes as though they were still intact enough to even bother with. I nodded at him to lead the way as I started walking.

“Wait,” Dom ordered from behind me. I looked back. “When you’ve finished there, I need to ask you some questions. Sloan here will go with you to help you find your way back.”

At his words, a tall woman stepped out of the shadows. Apparently I was off my game tonight, with both her and Caleb approaching me, undetected. I knew Sloan well, she was one of the few druids I’d been friendly with back in the day. Our relationship had never been close, but we’d understood each other. She was a tall, lithely muscular woman, a fighter through and through, and I’d always felt a sort of kinship with her. She was no-nonsense, but always fair, and I’d long respected that.

Her long, straight, pitch-black hair was braided back tonight, so the expression on her even, eurasian features was hard to miss. She looked at me with loathing now, and I shouldn’t have been surprised.

I looked back at Dom, trying to work up some righteous anger, but my mind was just too tired. “So you agree with Cam about this? You think I helped plan that fiasco earlier? I need to be put under guard for saving your life?” I asked wearily.

He shrugged his massive shoulders. “I didn’t say that. I just have some questions about what happened. Don’t be long.” He dismissed me.

I walked away, knowing Sloan was on my tail. We moved briskly through the camp to match Caleb’s pace. “How ya been?” I called back to Sloan as we moved. No reason not to be polite just because she hated me now.

“Fuck off,” she answered. Ok, guess that was a reason. “I’m here to make sure you don’t run off, so finish with your errand, but leave me the hell alone.”

“Fair enough,” I muttered.

Caleb led us briskly to his car, which was parked a good distance from the settlement. I had no idea how he’d gotten it there. Christian and I had been forced to travel in a huge truck, packed in like sardines with the druids. I made out what was inside before we reached the car. “Tied up, huh, Cal? What the hell?”

“It was for her own good,” he said, opening the passenger door. “She is being summoned, and she was having a hard time resisting. She said you could help her.”

Lynn had several chains wrapping her to the passenger seat. Her arms were even cuffed above her head. I gave Caleb a sardonic look. “Think you have enough chains there?”