Dragon's Secret Baby (Silver Dragon Mercenaries Book 1)

by Sky Winters

“It’s happened once or twice,” Xander admitted. “But it’s a little dangerous to veer off the designated trail.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of the wolves.”

  Savannah craned her neck back to glance at Xander. “I thought you said there were no wolves?”

  “I said they hadn’t been seen in years,” Xander replied. “That doesn’t mean they’re not still around.”

  Savannah felt a pinprick of fear in her gut. “Then should we be here at all?” she asked.

  “Probably not,” Xander replied.

  Savannah supressed a smile. “You’re not one for following the rules, are you?”

  Xander was looking out into the lake. He seemed far away, immersed in thought. “You’d be surprised,” he said vaguely.

  “What does that mean?” Savannah asked.

  “It means things are more complicated in this town than you would believe,” Xander replied. He got up, then pulled Savannah up to her feet. “We should get going. It’ll be dark soon, and we shouldn’t still be in the woods.”

  “Okay,” Savannah said. She stood and started to put on her clothes. She hated the thought of leaving the clearing, but she sensed the shift in Xander’s temperament. He was a little quieter, a little more watchful. There was no indication of this in his manner, but Savannah sensed it from his aura. She wanted to ask him about it, but knew he'd only avoid the question.

  They walked down the trail back to where Xander had left his motorcycle, and then took her home. It was almost dark when they reached the house, but the lights were all on, so Savannah knew both of her parents were home. She got off the bike and passed the spare helmet back to Xander.

  “Thank you,” she said, “for taking me to the clearing today.”

  His expression was calm and serious, but he nodded in response. “I can pick you up tomorrow for school,” he said.

  “Okay,” Savannah said, without hesitation.

  He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Again that familiar sense of heat rushed through her body in a slow burn.

  “Goodnight, Savannah,” he said, before he turned his bike around and disappeared in a fog of smoke and dust. Savannah watched until he disappeared from sight. She still didn't understand him. For the first time, her senses seemed to be either blocked or confused.

  One thing she knew for certain--this was no normal town.

  And Xander was no normal boy.

  Chapter Six

  Savannah woke up earlier than necessary the next morning. She washed, put on her favorite pair of blue jeans, and paired it with a white knit sweater. She let her earthy brown hair hang loose around her face so that her hearing aid was completely hidden from view, grabbed her bag, and headed downstairs.

  “Savannah?” her mother called from the kitchen.

  Savannah followed the direction of her voice. “Morning, Mum,” she said. She spotted her father at the coffee maker. “Morning, Dad.”

  “Morning, buttercup,” her father said with a wide smile. “You’re up a little earlier than usual. I’ll be done with my coffee in five, then I can take you to school.”

  “Umm…I’m getting a ride, actually,” Savannah said hesitantly.

  “You are?” her mother asked, setting down the newspaper in her hands. “You made some new friends?”

  Savannah rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to sound so excited, Mum,” she said. “And I haven’t made friends, I made a friend, as in singular.”

  “What’s her name?” her father asked. He was sitting at the breakfast table, coffee in hand.

  “It’s a he,” Savannah replied, bracing herself for their reaction. “And his name is Xander.”

  “Oh?” her mother said with renewed interest.

  Her father’s smile grew wider and more teasing. “Xander, huh?” her father said. “He sounds like a hoodlum.”

  She shot her father a glare and he chuckled in response. “I’m only teasing,” he said. “Sit down and have some breakfast before he gets here.”

  “I’m not hungry.”

  “Eat something anyway,” her mother said, using her stern voice.

  Savannah glanced at the time, but she sat down anyway, and took an apple from the fruit bowl sitting in the center of the table. Even without her heightened intuitiveness, Savannah would have been able to tell how curious her parents were. She knew they were trying to be calm and cool for her benefit, but she also sensed sense how surprised and happy they were that she had met someone.

  Savannah wondered if their enthusiasm would falter if they knew about Xander’s motorbike. She decided she didn’t want to test them, so she took a bite of the apple to appease her mother, and rose from the table.

  “You know what? I think I’ll wait for him outside.”

  “Someone’s excited,” her mother said with a knowing smile.

  “She is, isn’t she?” her father piped in. “Even her eyes seem a little bluer today.”

  Savannah groaned at their easy back and forth.

  “I noticed,” her mother said. She turned to Savannah. “Is he good looking?”

  “Mum!” Savannah said. “I’m not excited. I just don’t want you guys embarrassing me, okay? I’ll see you guys after school.”

  She left her parents in the kitchen and walked outside. She knew it was a little early, but she figured that if she walked down the road and waited a little, she'd see Xander coming on his bike. She was standing at the side of the road for five minutes when Xander showed up. He was wearing jeans, too, with a jacket thrown over a dark hoodie. He looked so carelessly handsome that Savannah had to remind herself to be calm.

  “Hi,” he greeted, removing his helmet.

  “Hi,” Savannah replied.

  “Why are you standing all the way over there?”

  “I thought this would be a good place to wait for you,” Savannah said.

  Xander smiled. “You didn’t want your parents seeing me, did you?”

  Savannah sighed. She should have known he’d see through her tory in an instant. “It was more that I didn’t want them seeing the bike.”

  “Not motorbike enthusiasts then?”

  “Not when their daughter is riding one,” Savannah said. She put on the spare helmet and climbed into place behind Xander.

  They sped through the lonely streets of Grey Mountain, and Savannah closed her eyes, enjoying the wind blasting into her face. There was a sense of freedom in riding that you simply could not get any other way, and she understood why people loved bikes so much. It was possibly the closest thing to flying a person could get on land.

  They arrived outside Grey Mountain High faster than Savannah would have liked. She hopped off the bike and passed her helmet over to Xander.

  “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Xander asked.

  “I did.”

  “More than yesterday,” Xander stated.

  “How can you tell?” Savannah asked.

  “It’s in your eyes,” he said simply. “You’re letting go a little--it’s a good thing. It means you’ll enjoy things more.”

  Savannah was about to say something when a hit of hostility flew in her direction and she was suddenly aware of a number of eyes at her back. Apparently Xander had noticed something, too, because his back straightened tensely and his eyes narrowed infinitesimally. Savannah glanced around and noticed that Marissa was on the other side of the grounds with the same group of girls that had surrounded her the previous day.

  She was not looking directly at Savannah or Xander, but Savannah knew they had been spotted, and that no one was happy about the fact they'd shown up at school together. She turned back to Xander. “I met Marissa yesterday,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Is she a friend of yours?”

  Xander nodded. “She is.” “We’ve known each other for a very long time.”

  “How long are we talking?” Savannah asked.

  “Our parents were friends growing up,” Xander replied.

  Savannah raised her eyebrows an
d glanced back at Marissa again. She had her back turned to them and all Savannah was able to see was the glossy, bright sheen of her blonde hair, combined with the brightness of her flaming aura.

  “You aren’t…related to her, are you?” Savannah asked.

  “No,” Xander said wrinkling his brows together. “What makes you think we are?”

  “Nothing, really,” Savannah said. “It’s just that you guys seem to have certain…similarities. I don’t mean just you and Marissa, I mean the group of friends you have, too.”

  Xander’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You think we’re all…alike?”

  “Not alike,” Savannah hastened to clarify. “Just that you all seem to be very…similar.”

  “In what way?” he pressed.

  “I…I can’t describe it,” Savannah said, just as the first bell sounded off. She turned back to Xander. “My first class is history.”

  “I have chemistry.”

  “Okay, then…I guess I’ll see you afterwards?”

  Xander nodded distractedly, as though he wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying even though he was looking directly at her.

  “Thank you for the ride here,” Savannah said, trying to figure out what was on his mind. She sensed the doubt in his aura and she wondered where it was coming from.

  He nodded once in response, and then walked into Grey Mountain High without a backward glance. Savannah brushed off the strange moment and made her way to her first class. She walked through the door to find herself face to face with Marissa.

  To Savannah’s amazement, Marissa gave her a smile. “Hello, Savannah,” she said. “How was your first day of school?”

  “I…it was…nice,” Savannah said, stumbling over her words a little.

  “The girls and I wanted to welcome you to Grey Mountain by taking you out yesterday, but you disappeared right after school ended,” she said. She was smiling pleasantly, but Savannah could sense an undercurrent to that smile. “Anyway, we’re going hiking this evening and we were hoping you would join us?”

  Savannah was more than a little taken aback by the sudden turnaround, but she was forced to admit she was sorely tempted to accept. Still, she could not forget Marissa’s threat the previous day, which was still fresh in her mind.

  “Considering I joined mid-term, I have lots of work to catch up on,” Savannah said. “I don’t think I can spare the time.”

  “Oh, come on,” Marissa said. “I’ve looked at your transcripts, Savannah. You're a straight A student with a squeaky clean record. You’re probably ahead of all of us.”

  “You’ve seen my transcripts?”

  “My mother’s the principal,” Marissa said with a wink. “And she doesn’t always lock her office door.”

  “Listen, it’s nice of you to offer--”

  “I get why you’re a little…hesitant,” Marissa interrupted. “And I’m sorry about yesterday. I know I came on a little…strong-- I can be like that sometimes. But it’s only because I care about Xander. He got out of a bad relationship recently and he got his heart broken, and I don’t want to see that happen to him again. Still, it was wrong of me to make assumptions about you.”

  Savannah wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. “What makes you think he’s even interested in me?” Savannah asked. “I’d only just walked onto campus. We hadn’t even said two words to each other at the time.”

  “When you’ve known someone for as long as Xander and I have known each other, you just sense things,” Marissa said. Savannah felt a little jolt at her choice of words. “I saw the way he looked at you yesterday and I just knew.”

  “Knew what?”

  “That he liked you,” Marissa replied calmly.

  “So this has nothing to do with the fact that you and Xander are--”

  “Oh, God, no,” Marissa said, laughing as she tossed her beautiful blonde hair away from her face. “He’s not my boyfriend and he never has been.” It was impossible for Savannah not to believe her. “So are we good now?” she asked. “Can we put this bit of awkwardness behind us?”

  “I…sure,” Savannah said, biting down on her doubts and throwing them to the wind.

  “Excellent,” Marissa said, looking genuinely happy. “Then it’s settled. Come on, I saved you a seat next to us.”

  She led Savannah to the back row of the classroom where three other girls were sitting. “This is Bianca,” she said, pointing to a skinny, dark-skinned girl with brown hair, brown eyes, and exotic features. “This is Meryl,” Marissa said, looking toward the girl with unsettling jet-black hair, and large brown eyes.

  “Finally, this is Suzanna,” Marissa introduced, nodding towards the short blonde girl with soft blue eyes, and freckles lining the bridge of her nose. “But everyone calls her Zanna.”

  “Hi,” Savannah replied as they smiled at her.

  “You wear a hearing aid, don’t you?” Meryl asked bluntly.

  “Geez, Meryl,” Marissa said.

  “What?” Meryl asked defensively. “I’m just asking a question.”

  “No, it’s okay,” Savannah said quickly. “I don’t mind talking about it. Yes, I wear a hearing aid. I was born deaf.”

  “Born deaf?” Zanna said with raised eyebrows. “That must have been hard.”

  “Not really,” Savannah said with a shrug. “You don’t miss what you've never had.”

  “But you can hear us fine, now?” Meryl asked.

  Savannah nodded. “Because of my hearing aid, but even without it, I’m really good at reading lips.”

  “Does that mean you know sign language?” Bianca asked.

  Savannah nodded. “I could sign before I could speak.”

  “Wow!” Meryl exclaimed. “And when did you start to hear sound?”

  “Around the time I was fitted with my first hearing aid.”

  “How old were you?” Zanna asked.

  “Seven.”

  “And how–"

  “Guys!” Marissa interrupted. “Don’t make her feel like a monkey in the zoo. Let’s change the subject, shall we?”

  The girls exchanged glances. “Sorry,” Zanna smiled. “We can get a little carried away sometimes.”

  “No, that’s all right,” Savannah said quickly.

  “In the spirit of changing the subject, how are you finding Grey Mountain, Savannah?” Bianca asked.

  “I like it,” Savannah replied. “It’s different from any other place I’ve been to.”

  “I bet.” Zanna laughed. “It’s boring as hell.”

  They fell into an easy chatter and Savannah found herself enjoying the company far more than she would have imagined. She had never been a part of a group of girls before, and she was starting to understand what it was about. There was a camaraderie there that she had not experienced before. It made her feel like she belonged somewhere--it was a heady feeling.

  Especially considering she had never felt as if she really belonged anywhere.

  Chapter Seven

  Savannah spent the rest of the day with Marissa and the girls. By the time the last bell had finally rung, any doubt she had about them were gone. They left school together, and Savannah couldn’t help but look around for Xander.

  “Savannah?” Marissa’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Are you ready?”

  “Oh, sure,” Savannah nodded. She got into the white car with the rest of the girls. “Do you hike often?” she asked as they started driving away from the high school.

  Bianca nodded. “Almost every week together. Sometimes more when we’re on our own.”

  “Wow,” Savannah said in a breathy voice. “You guys are really into hiking, then?”

  Marissa nodded from behind the steering wheel. “Very much. All our parents were really into hiking when we were growing up, and I guess it rubbed off.”

  “Except mine,” Meryl piped in. “My parents hate nature. I don’t know why they chose to settle down in this town.”

  Savannah smiled. “Do you guys follow the regulated h
iking paths?”

  Zanna nodded. “We used to when we first started hiking together, but now we go off on our own a lot of the time. We know those woods like the backs of our hands.”

  “Really?”

  “Have you been to the glade yet?” Marissa asked. Her eyes caught Savannah’s in the rear-view mirror.

  “The glade?” Savannah repeated, wondering if she should let on that Xander had taken her there.

  “Yes…big clearing, high up on the mountains?” Marissa described. “There’s a perfect lake sitting in the center of it.”

  Savannah nodded, having made a split-second decision. “I have been, actually.”

  “Ah, so Xander did take you there.” Marissa smiled. “Well, it saves us from hiking all the way up there to show you. Did you like it?”

  “It was perfect,” Savannah said. “I loved it.”

  Savannah searched for some sense of jealousy or hostility coming from Marissa, but couldn’t seem to detect anything obvious. Her tone was calm and conversational, and the girls filled with car with a constant stream of chatter. It was the most noise Savannah had heard in a long time, and she couldn’t help but enjoy being at the center of it.

  Marissa finally pulled up by the side of the road where a few parking spots had been drawn out for hikers. She parked the car and everyone got out, leaving all the books and bags in the vehicle.

  “No one’s taking anything?” Savannah asked.

  “We’ve got our cell phones on us,” Meryl replied. “That’s enough.”

  “Do you have a cell phone?” Marissa asked.

  “I do.” Savannah nodded as she patted her jeans pocket.

  “Great.” Marissa smiled. “Then let’s get going.”

  The trail was a little different from the one Savannah had traveled with Xander. It was less wild and less dangerous. There was a narrow, winding path that led up the hill, and far fewer trees, which meant there were far fewer animals as well.

  Savannah struggled to keep up with the girls. Within the first five minutes it was obvious how practised they all were with hiking. They breezed up the first hill in a matter of minutes, leaving Savannah panting her way up, pain shooting up and down her sides.

  “Guys, slow down,” Bianca said from the top. “Savannah isn’t as used to hiking as we are.”