Bridges Burned (Entangled Teen) (Going Down in Flames) (24 page)

Chapter Thirty-Four

And the gloves were off. Bryn leaned back in her seat. “What do you think is going on between us?”

“I may be old, but I’m not blind. The boy cares for you in a way you’ll never be able to care for him. I want you to release him from his bond and go back to your own kind.”

“Wow. You’re more like my grandmother than I thought.” Bryn smacked her mug down on the table. “For your information, I do care about Valmont. Is the situation complicated? Yes. Do I have any idea what the hell I’m doing? No. All I know is that in the last month I lost someone I thought would always be there for me, and then I lost my parents. I’m living with people who I’m bound to disappoint because I’ll never be the person they want me to be.” Fire banked in her gut. She focused on cold to change the flames to ice. Frost shot from her nose as she exhaled. “Valmont is one of the only good things left in my life, so until he tells me he doesn’t want me around, I’m not going anywhere.” She pushed her chair farther from the table and stood. “And for the record, your cookies suck.”

The kitchen, which had seemed warm and cozy, now seemed stifling. She needed to escape, to run outside and leave this disaster behind. She turned to the door. Valmont stood there gripping the doorframe like he wanted to tear the house down board by board.

“Time for me to leave.” She brushed past him and ran out the front door. Now what? Did she head to his car presuming he’d give her a ride home? She couldn’t just sit in his car and wait. What if he wasn’t coming? What his grandmother said wasn’t untrue. Was she being selfish by holding on to Valmont?

With no other idea of what to do, she stalked down Main Street. If he didn’t come after her, she’d fly home.
Damn it, why isn’t he coming after me?

And just like that, all the fight drained out of her. She sat down on the curb of the sidewalk and doubled over with her head on her knees. If he didn’t come after her…she couldn’t take one more loss. Not one more.

The sound of footsteps approaching made her raise her head. Eyebrows slammed together, lips set in a grim line, Valmont looked mad. Was he angry at her?

“Come with me.” His tone wasn’t exactly friendly, though he wasn’t telling her to go away. She stood and followed him back to his car, where he opened the door for her.
That was a good sign, right?

They drove in silence. Every second without any words from him had her digging her nails deeper into her palms. She didn’t bother to ask where they were going. He was taking her home or up to his cabin. When he turned into the woods down the way they’d taken when she’d visited his cabin before, her body sagged with relief.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For not sending me straight back to my grandparents’ house.”

“What my grandmother said…” He huffed out a breath. “She had no right. I had no idea you were walking into an ambush. I’m just so—” He smacked the steering wheel.

When they arrived at his cabin, it was exactly like she remembered. Anyone who didn’t know where they were going could drive right by it. The vegetation had been allowed to grow over the structure until it was camouflaged. It wasn’t until he drove past the sensor in the driveway and warm yellow light shone through the living room windows that you were even sure the cabin was there.

Valmont came around and opened her door. He held her hand on the walk up to the front door. Once they were inside, he pointed at the rug in front of the couch. “I forgot to thank you for the Christmas present.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I’m sorry, but your present is at my grandparents’ house.”

“That’s okay.” She was disappointed, but there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d step foot in his grandmother’s house again.

He led her to the couch. Seated so that their thighs brushed against each other, Valmont put his arm around Bryn’s shoulders. She leaned into his solid warmth. What did she want? She wanted Valmont as a friend and maybe more than that. Before, he’d said he’d be there for her in whatever way she needed. Was it unfair to encourage his affections? It’s not like she was toying with him. She liked him, needed him in her life. Her grandparents would try their hardest to set her up with the standard arranged marriage. And her grandmother and Lillith would try to arrange something between her and Jaxon. While she might not hate Jaxon anymore, she knew he’d never see her as datable, and as handsome as he was, she wanted to hit him over the head with a bat most of the time.

Closing her eyes, she asked the question she wasn’t sure she wanted an answer to. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know.” He chuckled. “Being the only knight called to duty in generations doesn’t leave me with a mentor to talk to. The statue up on the hill isn’t much help.”

“Do you think the legend is true?” Bryn asked.

“Yes.” There wasn’t a bit of doubt in his voice. “Open your eyes.” She did as he asked. His gaze was like an ice-blue tractor beam pulling her in. “I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want to do anything to push you away. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I can’t lose you. What I said to your grandmother was true. Right now, you’re my rock. You’re the one person I can count on.”

He dropped his gaze and spoke in a soft voice. “Your grandparents, they’re trying to set up an arranged marriage for you. Do you want that?”

“No.” She didn’t even have to think about it. “I want to be with someone I love, not someone the Directorate deems as my compatible mate.”

“Good.” He looked up. “Then there’s only one suitable answer.”

“What?”

“This.” He leaned in, giving her time to back out if she wasn’t interested. Did she want him to kiss her? Hell, yes. Was it wrong? Right now it didn’t feel wrong. Letting her eyes flutter shut, she moved toward him; his warm breath feathered across her lips and—

Knock knock knock.

Startled, Bryn jerked backward.

“Of all the lousy timing.” Valmont shot to his feet, stalked across the room, and yanked the door open. From her vantage point on the couch, Bryn saw the last person she expected to show up at Valmont’s cabin. “Jaxon? What are you doing here?”

“My mother had a craving for cannoli. She asked me to pick some up from Fonzoli’s. The old woman who answered the door refused to give it to me unless I flew up here to speak with Bryn.” Jaxon shot her an evil glare. “She said, if you both don’t come back for Christmas lunch she will call Bryn’s grandmother. I don’t know what is going on between you two, and I don’t care.” He tossed a cell phone to Valmont. “Call the old lady. Tell her I delivered the message and I’ll be there in five minutes to pick up my order.”

Valmont stared at Jaxon like he was insane.

“My mother is pregnant, irrational, and more than likely crying. Make the call.”

Valmont dialed.

“Why isn’t your father picking up the cannoli for your mother?” Bryn asked.

“She asked him, and he volunteered me for the job,” Jaxon bit out.

She wanted to ask if he now agreed that his father was a jerk, but thought that might end in bloodshed.

Valmont hung up and tossed the phone back to Jaxon. “She doubled your order, no charge.”

“How kind of her.” Jaxon stepped outside the cabin, shifted, and took flight.

Valmont slammed the door and then turned to lean his back against it.

“Do we have to go back?” Seeing his grandmother again, who had looked all warm and loving on the outside, but was mean and conniving on the inside, was just too much. She’d had such hopes for a warm family dinner, something to replace a bit of what she’d lost. While her own grandparents meant well, most of the time, they didn’t do warm and loving. Maybe warm and loving wasn’t part of dragon culture. It certainly didn’t seem to be part of her life.

“We don’t have to go back, unless you find the idea of your grandmother teaming up with mine as terrifying as I do.”

“That
is
one scary thought.”

“Then we have to go back.”

Once they were parked back at Fonzoli’s, Bryn balked. “I can’t go back in there with you.”

“Why not?”

She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “It’s stupid, but I can’t take any more rejection. When I came here today, I thought I’d find a place where I was welcomed, where I could belong.” Bitter laughter poured from her throat.

He slid over and put his arm around her shoulders. “You’re welcome here. My grandmother’s overprotective of me. I don’t like what she did, but it’s over. Can’t we go inside, ignore everyone, and have a nice meal?”

Every instinct told her no. Should she do it for him? He would do anything for her. She knew that. What did it say about her that she wouldn’t do the same? Did it mean his grandmother was right? That settled it. She’d go inside and pretend to have a nice time if for no other reason than to show his grandmother she was wrong. Because she needed his grandmother to be wrong.

“Am I allowed to shoot fireballs at anyone who is mean to me?”

He tapped his chin like he was thinking about it. “That might set the house on fire, and that would put a damper on Christmas. You could accidentally cough up a snowball if you want.”

“I guess that will have to do.”

His grandmother watched them walk up to the doorway, but stood blocking the entrance with her arms crossed over her chest. “You are a rude, headstrong girl.”

What the hell? Could she insult his grandmother back? Was that allowed?

“You’re being rude to my guest,” Valmont said in a quiet voice. “Are we invited in for lunch or not?”

His grandmother narrowed her eyes, but stepped aside, muttering something in Italian. Valmont stiffened.

“What did she say?” Bryn asked.

“It’s not worth repeating.” Valmont put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

She leaned into his warmth, knowing what she needed to do and not wanting to do it. She lifted her face to meet his gaze. “There isn’t a single way I can imagine this lunch ending well. I should go.”

Maybe he’d disagree with her. A spark of hope flared in her gut, or maybe that was just residual anger.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right. I’ll drive you back.”

“No. Stay and have a nice lunch with the members of your family that don’t hate me.” She shot his grandmother a look. “I’ll fly back. I need the exercise to burn off some of this anger.”

“Are you sure you know how to get back to your grandparents’ estate?”

She laughed and pointed to the east. “Fly that way until I see the obscenely large house that reeks of money and tradition?”

“That sounds about right.” His single dimple appeared. As long as he still cared about her, things seemed okay.

She stepped outside, gave a small wave, and then shifted. It might have been immature, but she took a moment to glare at his grandmother and growl. Then she pushed off the ground and took flight. Straight up into the air, she pumped her wings and reveled in the sensation of freedom that flying always brought. In dragon form, she could fly anywhere, do anything. If only there was a place she wanted to go. Maybe someday she and Valmont would take a trip together.

From the cloudy sky, she studied the layout of Dragon’s Bluff, and the winding road leading out of town to Valmont’s cabin. Farther off into the forest toward the east lay her grandparents’ estate. It wasn’t visible, but she knew it was there.

Allowing the wind to carry away her anger, she flew toward her destination. Was anyone else out enjoying the cool December weather, or were they all inside spending Christmas with their families? Best not to go down that path. Thinking about her parents, about what she’d never have again if Valmont’s grandmother was any indication, would lead to tears. If she cried, it would be behind closed doors where no one could interpret her feelings as weakness.

Wait. Where had that thought come from? If she wanted to cry, she’d cry wherever she wanted to. Who cared what other dragons thought? Her grandparents would care. Jaxon would care. Damn it all if her Blue genes weren’t starting to make her care, too. Must be some type of inbred instinct. Her friends had told her that Blues were notoriously proud, but loyal to a fault, which meant revenge was the first option for some of them.

So what if everyone else had a cozy family to spend time with. She’d do just fine with her grandparents, Valmont, and her friends. What other choice did she have?

Something registered in her peripheral vision. Blinking, she turned and checked for company. It must have been a bird. Being cautious, she circled, like she was enjoying her flight, without a concern in the world.

Blip
. There it was again. Someone was watching her, she was sure of it. Maybe flying by herself when there were people attacking Directorate members families wasn’t the best idea, but Jaxon had been out by himself, so it must be okay. Right?

Hoping to keep the element of surprise, she drove up into the air and rolled like she was playing around. From this higher vantage point, she saw nothing.

Was she paranoid?

Blip
. Damn it. Someone was playing games with her or stalking her. Either way, she didn’t plan to stick around and find out. Tucking her wings to her body, she dove down, building up speed before she curved back up again. Flying the way a dolphin would swim. Pretending to play while she flew as fast as she could.

She banked the flames in her gut, in case she needed to shoot a fireball at someone’s head. As bad as her afternoon had gone, she’d shoot a fireball at any dragon who approached and apologize later, if need be.

Pumping her wings, she drove up and dove down. Her breath came faster as she repeated this maneuver again and again. Was she being too predictable? She performed a diving roll on the next downward dive. There in the distance, she could see the lights glowing from her grandparents’ estate. In five minutes she’d be inside, drinking hot cocoa, eating cookies that didn’t suck, and laughing about all of this.

Blip. Blip.
Two Black dragons appeared out of nowhere, a hundred yards out, flanking her on either side. This time, they didn’t disappear; they kept pace with her. Keeping their distance, but making sure they were seen. What did that mean?