Saved by a Dragon (No Such Things as Dragons Book 1)

by Lauren Lively

  He pulled her back so that he withdrew from her mouth and took her by her upper arms. Coming up off of the bed, Lynx turned Rain so that he could lower her down onto the bed with her head resting on the pillows where he had just been lying. Her body stretched out beneath him and the impossible, crystal blue of her eyes stared up at him with such openness and trust that he felt his emotions swell almost painfully in his chest. The urgency dissipated as a need to savor and cherish her took over. Lynx lowered his head and touched a kiss to her throat and then another to the soft dip between her collarbones where he could feel her fast heartbeat pounding up at him from beneath her skin.

  There was a need for her inside him, something that he could never have explained or even understood before that moment, and he sought to fulfill it completely. His hands stroked down her body, dipping into her curves and memorizing the soft swells of her hips, breasts, and belly. His tongue slid out from between his lips to run a long, slow lick from the valley between her breasts up to the tip of her chin. Her skin tasted warm and salty, her breath rang in his ears, and he could feel her body trembling beneath him. He wanted to experience her with every sense and meld with her into one existence.

  Lifting up again to stare into her eyes, Lynx eased himself over her and settled his hips between her thighs. Her long, smooth arms wrapped around his neck and he felt her draw her knees up as if welcoming him into her body. He took a long breath and began to push his hips forward, but just before he sank into her, his eyes snapped open and the entire beautiful image dissolved around him.

  Deep, radiating pain in his back overtook the pleasure her mouth had given him, and cold sheets replaced her trembling body. Lynx sat up sharply and gasped at the pain that intensified in his back. His hand came to his chest and he felt the rough bandages. Suddenly things started coming back to him. He remembered the fight with the Covra and the pain of his injuries. He remembered watching Bannack and Pyra fight alongside him. Then he remembered the sudden, all-consuming feeling of hatred and aggression toward the two men. He could feel only the need to destroy them, and then there was blackness.

  Lynx dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing at them to try to clear his mind. He was aware of the feeling of a mattress beneath him and a thick blanket covering from his hips over his legs. His upper body was bare except for the bandages and the cool air of the room sent a chill across his skin. When he pulled his hands away from his eyes he could briefly only see bright colored sparks dancing in the darkness, and then they faded into hazy vision. The room around him was dark, but light from outside came in through the window, allowing him to see what was around him. He glanced down and saw Rain lying beside him, her position unchanged since when he first saw her. Having her so close to him was comforting and he ventured to run his fingers down the curve of her cheek.

  As soon as his fingers touched her, Lynx experienced the same sudden flash of vision that he had had the first time he touched her, giving him the same glimpse into the last few seconds of her being awake before the Covra had come out and locked her right there in her bed. Something about the vision struck him strangely this time that hadn't occurred to him the first time. He touched her again, letting himself experience those moments again, and came out of them wondering why she had crawled into bed when the sun was still up and the room was filled with the rich light of late afternoon.

  Suddenly he realized that he didn't know where Pyra, Bannack, or any of the other men were. He needed to know what had happened between the moment when he was overcome by the desire to kill them and when he awoke beside Rain. The vivid, intense dream about Rain repeating torturously in his mind, Lynx carefully climbed out of the bed and left the room.

  Feeling on edge and worrying that the Covra would suddenly appear again, Lynx took a few steps down the hallway before he heard Pyra's voice from downstairs. He was speaking in a hushed tone, but even speaking as quietly as he could, Pyra wasn't able to keep his voice much lower than what many people would consider a normal conversational tone, and Lynx moved toward it feeling comforted that he didn't feel the compulsion to attack his friend.

  "Lynx!" Ciyrs said when Lynx turned the corner from the stairwell into a large open room toward the back of the house.

  He didn't remember when the clan's healer had arrived at the house, but he was relieved to see him. He wasn't sure what had happened to him or what exactly Ciyrs had done to ensure that he woke up out of it feeling relatively normal, but he was incredibly relieved that he had been there. From what he could remember feeling in the moments before everything went black, it was very possible that he might not have survived the incident had his friends not acted quickly to ensure that he did.

  "It's good to see you up and about, buddy," Pyra said from a couch near a fireplace on the back wall.

  "How long have I been out?" Lynx asked, settling gingerly onto another couch beside Bannack.

  "A while. Are you feeling alright?" Bannack answered.

  "Other than the horrible stabbing pain through my back and being confused as all hell, I think I'm doing fine. Tell me what happened."

  As Lynx listened to Pyra and Bannack recount their battle in the bedroom against the Covra and then his sudden descent into a murderous rampage and then Ciyrs's healing, Lynx found his mind continuing to wander back to Rain. He couldn't keep this thoughts off of her, from the look of her lying there locked in her sleep in the bed, to the dream he had had about her as he lay beside her after being healed. As his mind flashed back and forth between the images, something that Pyra said snapped him back into the conversation.

  "What?" he asked.

  Pyra looked at him quizzically.

  "What?"

  "What did you just say?"

  "I was just saying that you said something about their eyes and then the creatures started leaving, but we didn't know why."

  "She didn't see them, so she couldn't fight them," Lynx muttered.

  "What are you talking about?" Pyra asked, but Lynx was already on his feet.

  "Where are all of the others?"

  "They are in the other houses. We decided to stay here for the night before we keep going in the morning so that you could rest."

  Lynx was shaking his head and starting for the door before the others could even get up to follow him.

  "No. We aren't leaving here until we figure out what's going on, and I think I can help us do that. I need to find Ero."

  Chapter Eight

  Lynx ignored the mutters and the shouted questions when he ran into the main room of the third house down from where he had awoken and rushed directly to Ero where he crouched in front of the fire, prodding at the glowing embers with a sharpened iron rod. The night outside was dramatically colder than the day had been and Lynx could still feel the sting of the air on his skin as he grabbed hold of Ero's back.

  "Ero, I need you to come with me."

  "Seriously, Lynx? You scared the shit out of me. I could have fallen into the damn fire." He glared at Lynx for a moment before his expression suddenly changed to one of shock, "Lynx! Are you OK? We've all been sitting around scared you weren't going to wake up."

  "I'm fine. I need you to do me a favor."

  "What do you need?"

  "Remember how you were telling me that Zuri sent her journal with you?"

  "Yeah, I have it in my bag upstairs."

  "Could you get it and come with me?"

  Without asking for an explanation, Ero rushed out of the room and Lynx heard his footsteps go up the stairs and down the hall. He could only assume that the house was laid out in essentially the same way as the one where he had been and that Ero was headed to one of the row of bedrooms on the upper floor. A few seconds later he heard the footsteps approaching again and Ero appeared back in the living room gripping the journal and a pencil.

  "What do you need me to do?"

  A few of the other men in the room had stepped slightly toward him as if waiting for him to include them in what he was saying to E
ro, and Lynx turned to them.

  "I need everyone to bring their torches and their light sticks. Anything they have that glows."

  Lynx waited while the men gathered their light sources from the supplies that they had brought and then led them out onto the street. The warriors who had taken up residence in two other houses along the street came out to meet them, but Lynx told them that they could go back inside and rest. He needed the light, but he didn't need that big of an audience. The men he had already gathered would be enough for what he needed to do.

  "What are you doing, Lynx?" Pyra asked as he caught up with Lynx walking toward the front of the compound.

  "We need to know what happened to the people here."

  "We already know what happened. They got locked by the Covra."

  "Right, but there has to be at least one person who fought. One of the Light Ones had to have tried to fight back when they were locking everyone throughout the settlement. We need to find him and see what he did."

  "You've lost me."

  Lynx stopped in the middle of the road and turned to look directly into Pyra's face so he could make sure that the larger warrior was listening to him and would follow him.

  "I told you that I could see the last few seconds of Rain's life." He felt strangled by the words that he had just said. He didn't want to think that it was true. "The last few seconds before the Covra locked her," he amended, "What if she's not the only one who I can do that with? If there's something about me that lets me see that for all of the locked people, we can piece together exactly what happened."

  "It might not work that way," Bannack said.

  "Ty can move things with his mind. Ero is impossibly fast. Ciyrs can heal. If they can do those things, why is it so hard to believe that I might have something like that, too? If there is even a chance, we have to try."

  "He's right," Pyra said, looking out over the men who had gathered, torches glowing with the flames that they had picked up from the fireplaces and solar-powered light sticks adding their illumination to the pool of light that surrounded them, "This is why we came out here. We want to know what else is out here, and this is part of it. We have to find out what happened."

  Lynx led the men to the front of the settlement, wanting to keep what would likely prove to be a long and exhausting search through every street and building as organized as possible. They gathered at the front gate and he turned to the rest of the men.

  "We'll start here and head down the main street first. I'm guessing that's where most of the people will be. We'll work our way down, going into all of the buildings, and then we'll figure out where to go from there."

  As one of the youngest and least experienced warriors, it felt strange to be taking charge in this way, but Lynx knew that he was the only one among them that had the ability to learn what he could about their last moments, and possibly discover how they would be able to reverse the lock and free the entire settlement from the imprisonment they had been suffering unknowingly for so many years.

  In the darkness, the unmoving forms of the locked people looked disturbing and Lynx felt himself recoiling from them even as he approached the first person, a man who was frozen mid-step toward the main street. A few of the warriors held up their lights to illuminate the man's face and Lynx could see that his expression didn't seem frightened or anxious, more like he was just walking toward the settlement and was locked without him ever knowing what was happening, just like it was with Rain.

  Lynx stepped up to the man cautiously and stared at him for a few seconds, questioning for a moment if he really wanted to do this. It was one thing to look into the last few moments of consciousness for the woman who he knew to be his mate, but this man was a complete stranger, someone who carried no connection for Lynx, and he didn't know if he wanted to go so far as to delve into the privacy of what happened to him right up until he was locked. He knew that he had to do it, though, if the Denynso were ever going to accomplish what they set out to do, and if he was ever going to have a chance to release Rain and be with her in reality.

  Apologizing to the unknown man in his mind, Lynx reached out with both hands and rested his palms on the man's arm. Immediately he got the same sensation that he had when he first touched Rain. The world around him seemed to brighten and fade at the same time, and suddenly he was standing not under the cloak of night and the glow of the torches, but in the thick sunlight pouring like amber out of the sky. It was the same late afternoon sunlight he had seen coming through the window of Rain's bedroom in his vision of her last few seconds, and something pulled at his heart as he realized in the seconds that he was experiencing with this man, Rain was down in the main street in her home, brushing through her hair, and readying to climb into bed where she would lie for decades. He wanted so desperately to break away from where he was standing and run down to her house, to fight the Covra that were going to climb out from under her bed, and to protect her from her fate. Something told him, however, that he couldn't do that. He was stuck right there, unable to control himself in the space or anything that was going on around him.

  To his side he watched as the man who he had just touched walk from the gate leading into the settlement. He walked calmly with the casual gait of someone who didn't have anything troublesome on his mind. He certainly didn't look like someone who was on guard or worried about an impending battle. The man took several long strides and then Lynx saw one of the Covra scurry through the gate and lash out at the man, digging the end of his sharpened leg into the man's back just as he had done to Rain's stomach. Without even so much as a groan, the man stopped, his foot not quite touching the ground and his eyes still cast down as they opened after blinking. It happened so quickly and then the Covra was gone, rushing down toward the settlement as Lynx saw others starting to climb through windows and across roofs. He couldn't figure out where they were coming from, but they were swarming the settlement at an incredible rate, and none of the Light Ones, the humans whose existence on the planet had either been forgotten or covered up in the generations since this moment, seemed to notice that they were there.

  Several hours later Lynx took a long breath and approached the final person standing on the second street they had explored. Ero stood beside him, the journal in his hands already halfway full of the notes that he wrote down each time that Lynx came out of his vision. They had started the exploration with enthusiasm, talking and sharing ideas as they moved their way along the main street. After more than a dozen people and little information, though, their talk had started to fade. Now Lynx only talked when something extraordinary happened in one of his visions, which meant that for the most part they were walking along in silence.

  As he looked at this next person, a woman who seemed locked in the stance of suddenly turning and looking over her shoulder at something, Lynx thought he heard a rustling in one of the buildings to his side. They had just been in that building, however, so he turned back to the woman.

  "This has to be it for the night," Pyra said, "We need to sleep. We can keep going as soon as we wake up in the morning."

  Lynx gave a defeated sigh and started to lift his hand toward the woman. He heard the rustling sound again and he noticed that the other warriors seemed to be looking around like they heard it, too. It fell silent again and Lynx reached toward the woman. Just as he started to touch her, he could see the first spiked leg of a Covra coming around the edge of the front doorway to the building beside them. Before he could say anything, his palm touched the woman's arm and he disappeared into the vision of her last moments.

  The woman was walking away from him and he could see the shadow of a Covra behind her. It was another moment, one like he had had dozens of times since he started looking into these moments, when he wanted so badly to be able to call out to the person, to warn her of what was coming.

  Suddenly, almost as if she could hear the screaming in his head, the woman whirled around and confronted the creature. Her eyes flashed as she swung her arm ar
ound, bringing a blade up around her and driving it deeply into the eye of the creature. The Covra let out a horrific sound that was between a hiss and a scream, and reared back, pulling its pointed legs up as if ready to strike, and then suddenly collapsing and dissolving into a slick pool of vibrant green blood that seemed to soak down into the ground almost instantly. From one side another of the creatures approached the woman and she shouted. It stumbled back at the sound of her voice and instead of running, she advanced toward it, continuing to yell as she slashed at the creature with her blade. She caught that one in the eye as well, and Lynx watched it recoil and dissolve just as the first.

  He was beginning to feel hope when he heard a scratching sound from behind the woman. She turned, glancing over her shoulder, and in an instant before she could even react, a Covra buried its leg into her, locking her in place.

  As the vision disappeared around him, Lynx felt himself knocked to the ground. For a moment he had a sense of panic that the Covra had gotten to him again, but he could feel the weight of something massive on top of him and knew that another of the warriors had tackled him to the ground. He heard shouts and felt the weight lifted away from him so that he could roll over and look up to get his bearings about what was happening around him.

  The small group of warriors that had come along with him seemed locked in a battle. Three Covra hissed and scurried around them while Ty and an older warrior named Vax growled and rushed toward the other warriors. Lynx knew that they had been infected and that they needed to get rid of the Covra that were there so that they could get these two back to the house for treatment.

  "It is their eyes!" Lynx yelled and noticed that the Covra recoiled as if they could understand what he was saying, "Get them in the eyes!"