by Abella Ward
She knew she was.
"How far underground are we?" she asked, trying to distract herself from her dirty thoughts.
"A few miles, but we're just below sea level. It's built into a mountain, after all."
"I see… and what would you do if spelunkers stumbled across this place? With its electricity and… that's a TV. This is literally a man cave."
Ian followed her gaze and chuckled. "Human encroachment is something I'll probably have to deal with eventually, but it's not worth worrying about right now."
"Demons," Lydia offered.
"Yes. Being here, I'm able to see things more clearly. Demons aren't free to roam the earth. There is a gate that separates this plane of existence from hell. It moves, roving from place to place, but I'm always drawn to where it will next appear. Long ago, the Paladins built protections over it to stop the demons from escaping. Since we know that the demons have targeted the Paladins, the gates must be weakening, allowing more demons through. They want to break it entirely."
The implications set a ball of dread into Lydia's stomach. She shuddered. "So… we need to find the gate and repair it?"
"I think so."
"How?"
Ian raised his hands helplessly. "I have no idea."
"Great." Lydia turned away, rubbing her temples. "I can't even use these Paladin powers that I'm supposed to have. How can I fix a gate that's someplace we don't even know with powers I can't even use?"
Ian stepped up behind her. He didn't touch her. He merely stood there as if he wanted to offer her comfort but had no clue how to go about doing so. Which he probably didn't. Lydia leaned back against him and closed her eyes, needing his warmth as coldness seeped into her bones.
"There is something else," he said hesitantly. "Something worse."
"What could be worse?"
A sigh answered her. "I'm a Dragon. As such, I have certain… abilities. I get visions. Prophetic visions. It's why I started going to your restaurant in the first place. I had visions of you. Recently, I had another one."
From his tone, it wasn't visions of sugarplums or sexy times. Lydia turned to him, holding her breath. He looked torn as he stared down at her.
"I had a vision of you… dead. Lying in a field with a spear through…" He choked and shook his head. "Sorry."
Lydia was glad for the tears in his eyes. She gripped his hand tightly. The cold was filling her inside and out, her heart pounding, hands trembling. But knowing that this was affecting Ian helped her. She knew that as long as he was with her… Things might not turn out okay, but at least she had a chance.
"If you die, the gates will open. So you need to make sure that you don't die."
Lydia snorted. "I wasn't exactly planning on dying anyway."
"I know, I just…"
Lydia shivered. Ian trailed off and silently wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, breathing in his scent, grateful for his warmth. "I don't suppose you know when I'm supposed to die?"
His arms tightened. "You're not supposed to die. You're supposed to live a long, happy life. Why does everyone…?"
He trailed off again. Lydia looked up at him and saw pure grief raging on his face. She didn't hesitate as she pushed herself to the tips of her toes, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He welcomed her eagerly, arms tightening around her. Heat flooded her body. All the reservations she'd had melted away. It didn't matter if she was going to live, die, or end up in limbo. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to let fear stop her this time.
With a groan, she let her hands trail down Ian's chest. He was still naked in all his glory from the flight, and she found herself glad that he hadn't stopped to dress. She pressed herself against him, lifting one leg over his hip, then the other as he picked her up. The heat from his skin seeped through her clothing, warming her, and she pressed another kiss to his mouth before he traced kisses down her neck.
Ian nibbled at her collarbone. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He carried her to the bed and laid her down. His massive hands kneaded her breasts while she found him with her hand. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out an almighty groan. Lydia had to repress a giggle. For such a huge, intimidating man, she had an incredible amount of power over him. She continued to move her hand, grinning, as he moved to undress her.
When it came to her pants, he ripped them and her panties off in one go with a feral snarl and pushed her legs apart. He found her, quickly leaving her trembling with her eyes rolling into the back of her head. They both grunted in time as they battled for supremacy. Sweat drenched Lydia's hairline. Ian grasped her wrist and pulled her away from him, then bent over to kiss her breasts as he eased himself in.
Her back arched, toes curling into the blankets beneath them as she cried out in pleasure. Everything started to quiver and jolt inside as he started a steady rhythm. Blood pulsed in her ears as she met his gaze. His eyes were wide, almost fearful, though the rest of his body was tense with determination. Lydia wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer.
"It's okay," she whispered breathlessly. "It's okay. We don't have to rush. Just take your time."
Her fingers skimmed through the sweat on Ian's back as he slowed slightly, so his pace wasn't so frantic. He pressed his mouth to hers, and she could almost taste his pain. Lydia pulled him in closer, rolling her hips to match his rhythm.
"I'm here with you," she said. "I'm not going anywhere."
Ian pulled her closer, his arms tight around her, and pressed his forehead to hers. Her eyes drifted closed as zings of pleasure built inside her, feeling safe and secure in the Dragon's arms.
Chapter Eight – Ian
Ian cracked an eye open, the smell of bacon rousing his senses. The room was dark, but he knew it well enough that he didn't need to turn on the lights to find the spare suits he kept in his closet. They smelled a little stale, but he dressed and headed out, drawn by the scent of frying meat. He found Lydia in the kitchen wearing nothing but a shirt and her panties. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a mess. The only way she could look better was if she were wearing nothing at all. She smiled at him as she flipped over a set of pancakes.
"How do you get electricity in here?" she asked. "I see you've got enough food for a year in your freezers, but what I don’t get is how you keep them running."
"Generators. They're tapped into the thermal dynamics, so it's an unlimited source of energy."
Lydia nodded. "I see. And the plumbing?"
"Ancient aquifer."
"Okay. Well, breakfast is almost ready. I found some eggs, but I'm not sure that—"
A shadow caught Ian's eye just in time for him to surge to his feet. He threw the table at Lydia. She yelped. A solid thump sounded as a black arrow impacted the table, spinning around. It hit Lydia. She fell to the floor, crying out again. Ian was on her in a second, wrapping his arms around her as the demons poured into the kitchen.
Ian acted on instinct. He spun Lydia around, putting his back to the demons, and shifted. His wings burst out, sending the table, chairs and demons flying. As his form changed shape, the rock walls around him cracked. They pressed in against his scales, but he pushed back. Hard. A deep, terrifying rumble filled the mountain as rocks broke. He sent a burst of fire towards the demons as the electricity cut out.
Rocks rained down on him, so he tucked his head in under his wings, keeping Lydia under his massive body. She was pressed against him. He could feel the frantic beating of her heart and curled tighter, wincing as the rocks bounced off his body.
When the mountain stilled, Ian tested their weight on him. Rocks slid to either side, but he hadn't brought the entire mountain down on them. That was good, at least. He shifted slowly, making sure things wouldn't collapse on Lydia, and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you hurt?"
"I don't think so," she mumbled. "So… What was your big plan here? Squish the demons?"
Ian frowned. "Hey, it worked."
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p; "Yeah. It did. Could have squished me, too."
"No, I was careful."
"Okay."
She sounded like she was slipping into shock, but there was no time for that. He grasped her hand and breathed out a puff of fire so that he could see the damage, then led her towards a secret passage. The mountain was crawling with them. On the other side of the fallen rock, he could hear the demons screeching. His fires grew hotter and he growled softly.
He wasn't going to lose anybody else.
The secret passage was hidden by a rock wall, one he had to shift to break through, but the other side was too narrow for a dragon to go through. It was hardly big enough for him in his human form. He kept an arm around Lydia's waist, pressing her tight against his chest as they moved forward. There was no sound of pursuit. The demons must still be trying to dig through the rock.
They emerged onto a grassy plain. Spots of heather grew here and there. Ian's heart jumped to his throat. It was the field from his vision. He spun around, his grip on Lydia slipping. She stumbled back from him, her face green. He cried out, reaching for her, but even as he did so a streak of gray flew through the air. Ian threw himself at it, but only got the end. The spear hit its target.
Lydia's face went white. She gasped for breath, hands wrapped around the shaft of the spear. As if she were falling through thick water, she collapsed to her knees.
"No!" Ian caught her, the only sound in the world that of his own voice. "No."
Lydia gasped. Her terrified eyes locked on him.
Another spear flew at them, but this one Ian was able to knock aside. He lowered Lydia to the ground, trying not to jostle her, and leaped to his feet. His eyes sought out a figure standing some distance away. A demon, as tall as an elephant, spears strapped to its back and two more in its hands. Ian snarled.
Bursts of dirt shot up from all around them. Debris showered him and he bent over Lydia to protect her. Demons, everything from quick, goblin-like creatures to more of the elephantine creatures, charged towards him. He shouted in fury, flames erupting from his mouth. They scorched his tongue, but the line of demons didn't hesitate.
The Dragon burst from him. He swept away half of the demons with a single swing of his tail and reduced another quarter to ash. Crouching low over Lydia, he threw out both wings, bowling over his enemies, and took in another deep breath. Spears sailed through the air, but they clattered off his scaly armor.
There was a reason Dragons guarded the gates to hell.
Ian flung his tail back and battered the demons into his wing. He tossed them into the air and burnt them as they fell. The army tried to round back behind him, but he whirled, careful to keep his stomping feet from Lydia as he let out another burst of fire. A few of the demons tried to run and he snapped them in his jaws, breaking them in half. The only one left was the elephantine one that had struck Lydia with the spear. Ian grabbed it in his hands and twisted it into two parts, tossing both away. He snarled, daring any other demons to advance. None materialized.
Alone again, Ian shifted. Blood trickled from Lydia's mouth as her body shook. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Ian's stomach churned. He had failed her.
No, not yet. As long as she was breathing, there was hope.
"It's going to be okay," Ian promised her. He didn't dare try to remove the spear, and so he snapped off the shaft. Lydia cried out when he did so, and he flinched with her pain. "It's going to be okay. I'm going to shift again and carry you to a hospital."
The world would see him as a Dragon, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but making sure Lydia would survive.
***
People screamed and scattered in all directions when he landed in the hotel parking lot. He ignored them, shifting back to his human form as he cradled Lydia in his arms. Her breath was shallow, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, blood staining them both. She didn't have much time left.
If she died, he would descend into hell itself and destroy everything he saw. It didn't matter if that was their realm, he would declare war on the pits and he would make them pay for taking her from him.
"Somebody help me!" he shouted as he charged through the doors. A few people from the parking lot stumbled away from him, eyes wide and mouth agape. The nurses inside stood frozen, stunned at what they had seen.
Ian growled. "Help me now!"
Two more nurses came running in from the hall. Neither of them had seen him as a Dragon, so they ignored their coworker's squeaked protests as they ran to Lydia and Ian. One of them checked her pulse while the other ordered one of the nurses at the triage to call surgery. Confusion and fear still sat heavy in the waiting room, but slowly things began to move. More nurses came out to help.
Humans were good at convincing themselves that they hadn't seen what they thought they saw – maybe they would ignore the fact that they had seen him as a Dragon. The nurses got a gurney for Ian to lay Lydia down upon, then drilled him with questions as they headed to the elevator doors. He snarled in impatience.
"Don't ask questions, just save her. If she dies, I swear I'll burn this building to the ground!"
"Sir, it is nae going to help anybody if you dinna calm down," one of the nurses said.
Ian ignored her. If they were mates, just being near him would heal her rapidly. But they weren't mates.
"Sir, are ye listening to me?"
Ian forced himself to focus on the nurse's face. As much as he hated it, he had to let the nurses take Lydia away, so she could be properly looked after. He had to stay behind and take care of the mess this whole incident had caused. Would his clean-up guy here in Scotland be able to handle it? Giant dragon… would his clean-up guy decide he didn't want to work for him anymore?
"I need you to answer some questions," the nurse said, her grip tight on his wrist. "Can ye do that for me, sir?"
Ian nodded hollowly. He pulled himself free of her. "I need to make a phone call first."
"Nae, I think you need some clothes first. Come with me." She gently prodded him down the hall. Reluctantly, Ian followed.
Chapter Nine – Lydia
She was in a waiting room. It was plain with off-white walls, gray carpet, and magazines featuring dozens of languages stacked on the small coffee table. A receptionist sat at a desk, typing away at a computer.
When Lydia first arrived, the receptionist had told her to take a seat and wait because it might take a while. She didn't know how long it had been since then. She had tried to read the magazines, but they all reminded her that she didn't have time to waste and so she ended up watching the receptionist ignore her.
"What am I waiting for?" she asked, abruptly annoyed. "Where is this, anyway? I know I got speared. Is this limbo? It can't be heaven or hell. Just doesn't fit the profile."
The receptionist gave her an irritated look but didn't respond. Just as Lydia was about to march over and demand answers, a door just past the receptionist opened. She leaped to her feet, her heart in her throat, as two people walked in.
"D-dad? Mom?"
Tears flooded her eyes. She rushed into their arms, the stress and fear from the years without them melting away. They wrapped their arms tightly around her.
"You've grown into such a beautiful young woman," her mother said, beaming. "I can't wait to hear everything you've done with your life – but not now."
Her dad kissed the top of her head. "You have to go back, sweetheart. I know it won't be easy, but you have to go back."
Back where? To life, with all its pain and uncertainty? Ugh. No thank you. Lydia shook her head. "It's better here. I can't do anything there, anyway."
Her parents glanced at each other. Her mother shook her head. "What makes you say that?"
"I'm only one person, and I can't even use my supposed Paladin abilities. Ian—" She cut off. If she stayed here, Ian would be facing the horde of demons on his own. How was that fair?
"Ian?" Her father frowned. "Who is this Ian?"
Her m
other gave him a half-glare. "Someone she has to get back to, obviously."
Lydia nodded slowly. "I have to go back. For him."
"Then go." Her mother and father both kissed her. "Go now!"
Lydia's eyes flew open. In an instant, she was aware of everything around her. The beeping of a heart monitor, the IVs sticking into her arm, a vague itching in her chest where the burning pain of being stabbed ought to be. A nurse beside her bed, about to insert a needle into her IV.
The nurse's eyes flicked to her. Cold, dead eyes. The kind that killed without remorse, the kind that had haunted her dreams for twenty years.
Lydia screamed. The demon slapped a hand over her mouth. A burst of fiery strength ran through her and she struck the demon in the ribs, making it stumble back. It still had the needle, though, and switched to try to plunge it directly into Lydia. She threw herself to one side, dodging the deadly point. Her movement yanked on her IVs, bringing the stand down on the demon.
With another scream, Lydia yanked the IV needle from her arm. A bolt of white-hot pain ran through her arm while blood spurted into the air; the demon lunged again, and this time she struck back. The IV needle went cleanly through its eye. The demon reeled back, screaming and howling in pain. Lydia jumped out of the bed and grabbed a chair sitting next to it. As the demon straightened, she hurled the chair at it and ran for the door.
"Help!" she screamed. "Ian!"
The hospital gown flapped around her as she burst through the doors to the corridor outside. Her whole body felt like it was filled with fire, but it didn't hurt – more like she was made of fire, not merely channeling it. The demon chased after her, but she slammed the door into its face as it jumped towards her, and it crumpled.
A shout made her turn. Ian was being held by a dozen security guards. His arms were being yanked behind his back. He threw off one of his attackers, only to be tackled by two more. One of the guards pulled out a Taser. Smoke curled from Ian's mouth, his skin taking on a blue-green hue. Lydia growled, charging for them.
On instinct, she threw out her hands. The lessons Ian had been trying to teach her came back, tingling at the back of her mind. She called the fire inside and let it surge through her arms, into her palms. Bright, pure white light burst from her hands. The guards shouted, shielding their eyes from the light. Three of them howled in pain, clutching their heads. They fell to their knees, spasms overtaking their bodies.
