Luck of the Dragon

Susannah Scott

I dedicate this story to my grandmother, Ouie, who passed away last year at 93, after a lifetime of kicking verbal butt. She was a quintessential steel magnolia from the south. Which means, she never failed to inform me of the proper etiquette of a situation, but then did whatever the heck she wanted. She knew I was writing, and would be so thrilled to read Alec and Lucy’s story—every single scene—no way would she have skipped the sexy stuff!

Miss you so much, Ouie. ~ Your blue-eyed rat.

“Listen kid, marriage is all about compatibility. The man provides the in-come and the woman provides the pat-a-bility… Unless it is the other way around. That works too.” Ouie to me, on the occasion of my marriage.

Chapter One

When had thigh-highs become required jewel-heist garb?

Lucy shifted in discomfort and silently cursed her pinchy-banded polyester stockings. The hot Las Vegas sun had set hours ago over the casino’s grand opening gala, but the desert air still heated her skin like a blast from her jewelry kiln. Perspiration channeled down her bare back and pooled at the base of her spine. If she was going steal from Alec Gerald, she didn’t need the distraction of slipping hose and sweat. Or a loaner dress that was so short, the hem didn’t touch her fingertips. Talk about distractions.

But distraction was the whole point.

The slinky red halter dress tied around her neck, a la Marilyn Monroe, with a low-cut back that plunged below the dimples on her rear, giving the patio full of tourists a great view of her daisy-chain infinity tattoo. Her twin brother, Joey, liked to call her tattoo a tramp stamp. Whatever. Mr. Center of the Universe had officially lost his right to condemn her, on any score, after dragging her into his latest mess. Her gut twisted in an antacid-needing blend of anxiety and guilt.

“Dr. De Luca?” an hourglass-shaped brunette asked. With her statuesque build, the woman could have made a living dancing, except for her buttoned-up white shirt and to-the-knee modest black suit.

“Yes?” Lucy pulled her heavy auburn hair off her neck to cool her sweaty back. Her kingdom—besieged as it was—for a ponytail holder.

“I’m Jane Knox, Mr. Gerald’s personal assistant.”

Lucy nodded and kept her smile polite. Despite her ridiculous getup, her pride insisted that she at least act like the professional she was.

“I apologize, but Mr. Gerald has been delayed.” Jane scrunched her brow, clearly peeved about the change. “He’ll show you the gem exhibit after his speech.”

“You can’t keep him on schedule?” Lucy meant her words to be light and teasing, woman-to-woman commiserating about schedule-busting men.

Jane frowned and looked toward the sky. “It’s useless to try to control the actions of others.”

“Oh.” Lucy was startled by her reply. It was true, of course. No one could control the actions of others, and, unfortunately, Lucy knew that better than most. “It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting.”

Jane’s face settled into a smooth, solicitous expression. “Mr. Gerald asked me to make sure you were comfortable.” She said the word “comfortable” with a tonal raise, making the sentence a question.

Comfortable? Lucy clenched her jaw and wobbled in her too-high shoes. Her comfort was unlikely as long as she was being blackmailed into grand larceny.

“Thank you, I’m fine here,” she said.

“Would you care for something to drink?”

Normally, Lucy would not drink while doing her appraisal work. Normally, her hair would be in an elegant twist, her legs comfortably ensconced in understated pants, and her feet in shoes she could stand in for hours—not fabulosa three-inch gold Manolo Blahniks. But there was nothing normal about the whole setup.

“Scotch. Single malt, two cubes, no water.”

Jane didn’t blink. “Of course.” She turned to weave her way through the thick crowd to the grass-hut styled bar at the far end of the courtyard.

Lucy’s head pounded right between her eyebrows. She pulled in a deliberate breath, held it, and blew it out. The action made her cleavage look downright Betty Boopish.

Good Lord. What was she doing here?

She was Luciana De Luca, Ph.D—the world-renowned gemologist—casing a hundred-million-dollar joint like it was an unprotected street vendor…

She surveyed the crowd outside the Crown Jewel Casino, waiting for the promised grand opening welcome from Alec Gerald. The crowd was typical Vegas eclectic. Show girls with nipple pasties stood next to grannies in jogging pants and comfy bingo shoes. Families held hands with their kids next to decked-out call girls and high-rollers.

Lucy moved her trained eye over the wrists, necks, and ears of the well-plumed assemblage and picked out the authentic jewels from the fakes. There were a few nice stones. A reasonable haul could be made from the crowd alone, but then Gino, the mob’s enforcer and number one creep, wasn’t interested in ordinary jewelry.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” A barrel-chested emcee wielded a microphone from the elevated stage about fifty feet to her left. “Welcome to the grand opening of the Crown Jewel Casino, where your greatest fears can become your greatest pleasures.” The call girls giggled, and the moms and dads glanced at each other and pulled their kids closer.

“It is my pleasure to introduce you to the legend, the casino maker, the King of Las Vegas…Mr. Aleeee-eeec Gerrr-aaaald!”

The crowd members swiveled their heads, scanning for the first sign of the Casino King. A low drum roll began, picking up speed until it seemed the drummer’s arms would give out. But the stage remained empty. The King of Las Vegas was late to his own party.

Miss Manners would have a conniption.

Suddenly, the scent of burning embers swirled over the courtyard and the wind settled, blowing Lucy’s loose hair around her face. A ground-vibrating roar followed, making every human eye search the sky for the source.

What was it?

Lucy’s well-honed survival instincts went on high alert just as a large SUV-sized black object careened through the air and landed on the raised stage with a thud.

Grannies, kids, and call girls hit the ground screaming.

Heart pounding, Lucy crouched with the crowd. The acrid scent of smoldering intensified. A little girl huddled near her, shrieking for help and covering her ears.

Lucy reached for her hand. “It’s okay,” she soothed. The little girl trembled and scooted closer to her. “Where’s your Mom?”

“Amanda!” A young woman ran over and pulled the girl from the ground before racing to the courtyard exit.

Pounding from the stage rattled Lucy’s eardrums. Whatever had landed there was moving and alive. On the platform, clawed feet stomped, and the creature’s matte black skin stretched over powerful muscles and bones. Black wings unfurled across the stage, and the animal roared again at the crowd, baring razor-sharp white fangs.

A dragon.

Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter. A freakin’ dragon.

Suddenly, a burst of smoke covered the dragon, and the creature disappeared.

A dark-haired man in an elegant tuxedo stepped through the gray fog and approached the microphone. “I am Alec Gerald.” His voice was deep, and his accent was hard to place but suggested the upper class. “I’d like to welcome you to my newest casino, the Crown Jewel.” Gerald spread an open palm to the frightened crowd. “I hope you enjoyed our first show of the evening.” He gave a devious, knowing smile. “It was all just a costume. Don’t be frightened.”

After a few seconds, the stunned audience stood and broke into applause and catcalls.

Gerald obviously liked games.

Lucy stood, glaring at the casino owner. She had researched him, of course, studying his athletic image in hundreds of Internet pictures. The man was good-looking, apparently brilliant, and ruthless in his business deals. Watching the mesmerized crowd lean toward the stage, she had to admit he had that something else too—the showmanship of a champion con man—a magnetism she knew could draw people like lemmings off a cliff.

The man was flat-out people-genic.

Lifting his hands, Gerald quieted the crowd. “Thank you for coming.” On his left hand, a black stone glittered in a gold signet ring.

Lucy fixated on the ring to avoid his hypnotic lure. What stone could be so refractive and still appear so dark? A black diamond, maybe? Her professional self wanted to peer at the ring under her jeweler’s loupe.

That wasn’t going to happen.

“As many of you know, this project has been years in the making.” Alec Gerald surveyed the courtyard, working the crowd with his voice and easy mannerisms. “Our gem exhibit opens in a few weeks and will be the largest private collection of gems in the world. Carat for carat, we will outweigh England’s crown jewels.”

Lucy’s eyes never left him. Though his voice was cultured and smooth, Gerald’s posture was wide-legged and slightly aggressive. Formidable. Her eyes traveled from his polished shoes up his body. The curve of quad muscle showed through his pants when he shifted to the side. His torso was taut and gave way to wide, burly shoulders. A bump on the bridge of his nose indicated he’d been in a fight or two.

Gerald was a brawler, then.

With that piece of information, Lucy was able to place his stance. He stood like a martial arts fighter, slightly forward, able to move right or left as the situation required.

Ready to react to a threat, even in showman mode.

That was not good for her. Not good at all.

Lucy pondered the man on the stage, not happy with the picture she was forming of her opponent. Gerald’s playful words, five o’clock shadow, and slightly long hair all seemed to suggest a man of desultory casualness. Indeed, the articles she had read on him went on, and on, about his genial public presence. A veritable man of the world, who’d been-there-done-it all, twice. A man who could offer the all-elusive it to anyone with a plane ticket to Vegas. A man so charming, he didn’t need to shave twice a day.

But her instincts told her this was wrong. Gerald was a serious man who only pretended to be lighthearted and casual.

She would have to watch her step.

“Miss.” A waitress in a medieval wench body corset and fishnets handed her a glass. “Your drink.”

“Thank you.” Lucy held the glass of amber liquid up to the light. Two ice cubes, a good sign. She took a deep drink, rolling the earthy flavor across her tongue. It was a smooth single malt with a hint of peat smoke and berries, a Macallan or Glenmorangie, maybe even a Glenrothes? Her heart rate settled, and she turned her attention back to the Alec Gerald show.

“Tonight was a taste of our magnificent theater production.” Gerald smiled. “The concierge will be giving away tickets to thirty lucky people for tomorrow night’s show.” The crowd cheered, and Gerald tucked one wide palm into his pants pocket.

When they quieted, he continued. “And be sure to check out the dragon cadre flying protection patterns over the crown at the top of the casino,” he said. “The elevator in the south hall can take you to an observation deck for a better view.” He gestured to his right and then looked over his shoulder, directly at her, holding her gaze uncomfortably long.

Lucy looked away. When she peeked back, he still watched her, his lids slightly lowered over assessing eyes. He had seen her, then. The dress had worked. She controlled her panic. There was no way he could know what she really planned. She saluted him with her drink and smiled, just another half-dressed chick in the crowd.

“Or perhaps you’d like to walk on the wild side?” Alec Gerald said as if he spoke directly to her.

Lucy lost her smirk at his suggestive tone. Goose bumps traveled up her arm, and she tossed back the rest of her drink. The ice banged hard against her front teeth.

Gerald’s gaze returned to the crowd. “When you’ve worked up your appetite, one of our five-star restaurants will be happy to satiate you.” He drawled the word satiate, and it echoed elusively through her mind.

Sat-i-ate.

Lucy took a deep breath and focused on the job at hand, the one that would get her brother Joey out of hock. Gino had told Joey that Gerald kept his keycard on him at all times. She studied his black tuxedo. Even from her distance, she could see the suit was custom made, meaning the jacket pockets were probably sewn tightly into the lining.

She would have to be quick to outmaneuver him.

Her hand tightened on her empty glass. There hadn’t been time to dust off her rusty pickpocketing skills after Joey’s hysterical visit. She needed to get her confidence up before taking on the King of Las Vegas. Con man rule number one: swagger was the most important ingredient in a tasty soup of plunder.

Lucy perused the crowd for a good mark. The high-roller with a call girl on his arm would work. The woman was dressed as a naughty nurse. He was guaranteed to have a wallet on him somewhere—medical care was expensive.

Showtime.

Lucy set her glass on a tray and pulled her shoulders back, trying to shrug off the respectable woman she had become. The dress strap dug into the back of her neck like her overburdened conscience. She ignored the dress and her conscience and strutted toward the high-roller, setting each foot directly in front of the other to give her hips the maximum sway.

Con man rule number two: always keep ‘em looking away from your hands.

The nurse saw her moving in on her client and turned her back to Lucy, blocking the high-roller’s view.

Lucy kept strolling.

She brushed arms with the nurse and stumbled against the high-roller. “Oohhh.” She teetered on her heels and her hands snaked up the man’s pudgy middle to his breast pocket. “Excuse me.” Voilá. She moved the man’s fat wallet to his pants pocket and stepped back.

The nurse gave her a knowing look. “Check your wallet,” she said to the man.

Lucy kept her expression confused.

The high-roller frowned and patted his breast pocket. “It is gone. My wallet is gone!”

Security guards rushed forward and surrounded her before she could respond. “Gentlemen, pleeeassse.” Lucy let her words slur and held her arms out to her side. “I just tripped.” She raised her palms. “Sometimes a trip is just a trip.”

“Here it is.” The high-roller pulled his wallet from his pants.

“See.” Lucy pasted an overly bright smile on her face. “Have fun.” She winked at the nurse and wound her way to the edge of the stage.

The lift had gone well.

Did that mean she hadn’t changed after all, or was it simple muscle memory at work? It didn’t matter. It was a conversation for another day. Bottom line, she was ready for bigger fish.

She was ready for Gerald.

Behind her, the crowd still listened to Gerald’s every word. As he talked, the angles of his face shifted compellingly. “The entrances to the fetish rooms are on the perimeter of the casino, leading to a dungeon playground which will tempt the curious and challenge the connoisseur.” Gerald talked about sex with an ease that made her wonder which end of the spectrum he would fall on.

Gerald would be a connoisseur.

“Lastly, the Crown Jewel offers Vegas’s only all-inclusive experience. Meaning, you can have your fun, and even some danger in our dungeons, and pay for it, too.” The crowd laughed at Gerald’s forthrightness. “Thank you for coming. Savor your experience.”

Excited applause rumbled through the crowd

“Where to first?” a man next to her asked his companion. From the stone in the ring on the man’s pinky finger, he had money to lose.

Alec Gerald was very good at his job.

“Dr. De Luca.” Jane, the personal assistant, had returned. “I can escort you to the exhibit now. Hopefully, Mr. Gerald will be along soon.”

Glancing toward the stage, Lucy stepped back and nearly tripped on her heels.

The casino owner stood to the side with a group of men, but his gaze was on her again, opaque and unflinching. Gerald ogled her up and down, as if he was assessing something he intended to catch—and keep.

Arrogant ass.

The con was afoot

Lucy forced a coquettish smile to her lips and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She turned to go with Jane and felt Gerald’s gaze take in the back of her dress, hot and interested.

“Oh, he’ll be along, Jane Knox,” Lucy said with a smile. “Don’t you worry.”

Chapter Two

Alec sensed the woman the minute he stepped on stage. She stood near a column in a short red dress. She was the gemologist, the one Leo had arranged to appraise the exhibit.

He finished his speech, pausing for applause and laughing in all the right spots, but his eyes never left the woman. He watched her toss back a twenty-five dollar drink like it was water and then “stumble” into a high-roller. It was a ruse, as there was nothing impaired about the woman. She was a contradiction: A brainy Ph.D, whose curriculum vitae read like a woman who didn’t get out much, in a dress that proclaimed she never stayed home.

Alec’s senses hummed under his skin in primal awareness, and he only half-listened to his arguing lieutenants before Jane led the gemologist inside the casino. When she turned, Alec traced the small bumps of her spine to her narrow waist and swaying back. A small flower tattoo sat above the curve of her hips, just visible below the back of her dress. His hands reached toward her retreating back, and his men stopped talking mid-sentence.

“Enough.” Alec reprimanded the six men who surrounded him on the stage. They waited, watching him with alert and interested expressions. “We’re ready. We go forward. Now.”

“Jer’ol,” Darius said, using the ancient term of respect for the King of the dragons. “The families are just arriving, we have time to sort out the kinks. We could wait to start the ceremony.”

“There is no more time.” Alec’s lieutenants didn’t know how close he was to losing his dragon form, and there were plenty of other dragons in imminent danger, as well. “We’ve waited too long for a place for our people. I won’t wait any longer.” Alec turned to the man at his right. “Leo, let the commanders know that it’s time to bring the folds together. The mating ceremony will begin as planned with the full moon.”

“Yes, Jer’ol.” Leo put a bit of spin on the term and tugged the short hair on his chin. Alec gave him a warning glance. His oldest friend might disagree with his haste, but he would do so later, in private.

The men disbanded to their respective assignments, and Alec headed toward the gem collection. Skirting the action around a frenzied craps table, Alec nodded at the croupier and the chips piled high on the green table. They would be in his coffers soon—it was just a matter of time. The house won 98.9% of the time, and there was nothing a dragon liked more than accruing wealth.

At the top of one the candlelit staircases that led to the fetish dungeon, he paused. Humans were so easily titillated. A feather, a rope, hot candle wax…it didn’t take much to amuse them. Tyren, his Icelandic lieutenant, stepped up the stairs toward him.

“How’re the receipts?” Alec asked him.

Tyren consulted his handheld PDA. When he peered up, his pale blue eyes were amused. “It didn’t take them any time at all. We opened the doors at noon and already the paddle room is outpacing the wax room by 50K.”

“Spanking is the top grossing room?” Alec shook his head in disbelief. The fetish rooms were Tyren’s idea. Alec was all for fun and games—he even liked a few boundary-pushing pleasures with the right lady—but nothing in the world could convince him that being spanked, even by one of Tyren’s six-foot-tall goddesses, would be fun.

“I told you, torture them and they will come.” Tyren smiled, put his PDA back in his pocket, and glanced over the gaming room.

“You have this well in hand, I see.” Alec smiled at the bad pun. “Let Leo know if you have any problems. I’ll be in the gem exhibit, meeting with the appraiser.”

“She’s strange.” Tyren’s gaze moved over the nearby craps table as he talked. He was always looking, always shopping, never satisfied, this one.

“How so?”

“She has on expensive clothes and sexy shoes, but her toes and fingers aren’t painted.”

Alec raised his brows. Tyren was an expert on women, but his level of scrutiny of the gemologist seemed extreme. “You checked out her toes from the stage?”

“I notice these things.” He grinned and lifted his shoulders in a shrug.

Alec’s dragon surged possessively in his chest. Odd. There was no logical reason for such a reaction.

“I’ll take care of her.”

“Much is at stake, here.” Tyren met his gaze.

Alec took a step into Tyren’s personal space, noting the way Tyren’s cool blue irises constricted. “Do I strike you as needing a reminder of what’s at stake?”

“No, Jer’ol.” Tyren shifted his feet.

“Have I once, in the years it has taken us to get here, wavered from the course? Betrayed your trust?”

“No, Jer’ol.” Tyren watched the gaming table again. “It’s just…I feel such loss as my dragon fades.” His last word broke slightly.

Alec stepped back, needing the space. He knew the pain and the fear. He clapped Tyren on the shoulder and gave him a brotherly shake. “You keep a watch on the dungeon rooms, and I’ll keep a watch on the rest.”

Tyren nodded.

Alec strode past a bar overflowing with tipsy tourists, past a five-star restaurant serving gourmet food but in medieval-style. The lack of utensils made the experience messy, but the humans loved it, and it provided higher profit margins for him.

All of Alec’s plans were just as calculated and successful. His mind worked number margins so quickly that when they had first come to Vegas, he had been banned from gambling because he could count cards, even the four-deck loaders the super casinos used. The Vegas Old Guard had pissed him off when they told him he couldn’t play their human games. That’s when he had decided to buy a casino and turn it into a haven for his people.

Much was hidden in plain sight at the Crown Jewel.

No human would ever guess that the hundreds of “mechanical” dragons patrolling the top of the casino were sometimes real. No human needed to know that the top twenty floors of the casino provided housing for dragons. And if a herd of cattle sometimes disappeared in the desert…no one in Vegas noticed that, either.

He made sure of it.

After the Old Guard tried to stop him, Alec went behind their backs and bought an aging, down-on-her-luck spinster of a casino downtown, off the Strip. Using a portion of his significant cash reserves, he gave the old gal a tune up, and a boutique-ish feel. He’d collaborated with his neighbors, all small casino owners weary of being overshadowed by the flash from the Strip. Together, they had created the Freemont Street Experience, running party busses 24/7 to the super casinos on the Strip, hauling patrons, and their cash, to him downtown.

The plan had been a huge success. He’d cashed out for a hefty profit and bought a prime piece of real estate in between the Luxor and New York, New York. He’d built the Crown Jewel while the Old Guard watched and cursed him from the sidelines. It had been a sweet revenge. Made even better now that his people had a sanctuary.

“Jer’ol…” Alec heard one of his hostesses call his name.

He stopped and waited for her to reach him. “Mei, how are your whales?” Everyone in the industry called the highest of the high-rollers “whales.” Personally, Alec found it insulting, but the whales did not seem offended that the casinos planned to beach them—and their money.

“I’m having a problem with Mr. Qian’s funds.” Mei frowned, making her nose wrinkle. She was descended from the dragons of the Orient. In her human form, she was stunning with her straight black hair and eyes. She was smart, spoke four Asian languages, and could add her weekly commission in her head, to the penny.

Alec tucked his hands in his pockets, waiting for the rest of the story. Qian was a pain in the ass with his bizarre personal requests, but the last time he had stayed with them downtown, he dumped fifteen million dollars into the coffers like it was chump change. A casino could put up with a lot of pain for that kind of profit.

“I tried to set up his usual bankroll, but his bank in Hong Kong is denying the transaction. I don’t want to tell him because he’ll just throw a hissy-fit. He’s already threatening to go to the Hard Rock.” Mei grimaced at the possibility of losing her player and her commission.

“No, we don’t want him to leave, especially since this is his first time at Crown Jewel. Advance him one million to play and ask Darius to sort out the money problem.”

Mei tightened her lips as if she had bitten a lemon wedge. “Darius and I are not speaking.”

“This is business.” Alec extended his hand for her microphone and earpiece. Mei pulled it from her ear and handed it to him.

“Floor to Darius,” Alec spoke into the mic. Although the dragons could communicate telepathically with each other by mindspeak, the intercom system was more secure, and private.

“Yes, Jer’ol,” Darius answered, his Russian accent clipped and matter-of-fact.

“Mei is having a problem with a whale’s bankroll. Fix it.”

“Yes, Jer’ol.”

Only Alec and Mei would have detected the slight hesitation in Darius’s voice at being asked to help Mei with a problem. Alec disconnected and shook his head.

“You knew you would have to go to Darius with this?”

Mei nodded, her chin offset in annoyance.

“Any other two dragons on earth would thank the Great One to have found their mate.” Alec fought down his frustration at the always-squabbling duo. “Eventually, Darius will lose his dragon form if you do not find a way to do a hell of a lot more than work out a bankroll problem together.”

“With all due respect, Jer’ol,” Mei tapped one elegant foot on the Italian tile. “I had no choice in the matter.”

Alec exhaled a deep sigh. Some days, he felt more like a babysitter than the king of anything. “‘The Fates shall choose thee your mate,’” he reminded her. At Mei’s continued stubborn look, he could only shake his head.

“Don’t let your personal feelings affect business.”

“Yes, Jer’ol.” Mei turned on her stiletto heel and marched off in pursuit of her whale.

Alec continued toward the unopened exhibit but slowed slightly as he walked through the grand entry of the casino. The gold and jewels in the ceiling made the entrance gleam like his ancient lair. It pleased him. His dragon senses vibrated with the pleasure of being around the jewels.

Alec swiped his keycard outside of the sealed gem exhibit. A ten-by-ten foot steel door slid open with a slight swish and then closed just as silently behind him. The exhibit was set up for visitors, with balconies on four sides surrounding a gilded throne room. His grandfather’s, and now his, gold throne sat at the far end, behind a pane of glass. Inside the room, a female voice talked with Leo. “I don’t understand why I can’t examine the pieces now,” the gemologist said.

“You can speak with Mr. Gerald when he arrives.”

“Leonides, Leonides,” the woman cooed. She stood above Leo on the right-side balcony, bending over to examine a case of sealed jewels. “We do not need to wait for Mr. King of Las Vegas. I know you must have the codes.”

“Mr. Gerald will be here soon.” Leo’s tone was implacable.

Alec stopped beside Leo at the foot of the stairs. “Are you looking up her dress?” His voice was quiet, not carrying to the woman.

“Of course,” Leo responded in a similar hushed manner. “Aren’t you?”

Alec let his gaze wander up the woman’s strappy shoes to her legs. She was wearing stockings. Odd, no one wore panty hose in Vegas. One of her hands held her dark red hair back from her face, presumably so she could see his jewels better. Her exposed backside looked just right in the tight red dress, like an upside-down heart.

Alec’s dragon jumped inside him. Need clenched his gut tight. “I’ve got this.”

“You sure?” Leo lifted a brow. “Dr. Luciana De Luca is a handful. Make that two hands full.”

“I can see that.”

Leo laughed under his breath. “Tee needs me to stop by her office anyway.”

Alec looked sideways at his friend with a knowing smile. “Better hurry up, then.” Tee was Leo’s best domestic casino hostess. As the head of Casino Operations, Leo constantly had to meet and greet her high-rollers.

“It’s not like that with us,” Leo protested. “She’s my employee and friend. That’s it.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Tee’s damn good for the bottom line, that’s what she is,” Leo said with sharp finality.

“She does have a lovely bottom line.” Alec enjoyed the good-natured ribbing.

Leo shook his head. “I’ll see you at the evening briefing,” he said before stomping to the exit and leaving the exhibit.

Alec turned his gaze back to the appraiser. She had not moved from her spot on the balcony and seemed wholly entranced by the sealed case. He bounded up the stairs with a light tread.

“Interesting,” Luciana muttered to herself. “I’ve never seen this color…it’s like the ring.”

Alec stopped near her and inhaled her scent. No daisies here—she was musky with a hint of vanilla. His dragon wings pulsed invisibly at his back. Bestial urges flared and warmed his skin, so much that he wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam fill the room. Alec frowned. His physical reaction to this human woman was unusual.

“You’re hot.” The woman turned to face him, seeming not at all surprised to see him standing next to her.

“So I’ve been told.” He rested his elbow on the case, letting the back of his hand brush her bare skin. Energy zapped along his arm with the suddenness of a snake bite. Alec fought to keep his expression neutral and unthreatening.

“I bet.” The woman dropped her hair and scooted away from him along the edge of the case. “I meant you are warm, temperature-wise. I can feel it.” A flush started at her neck and climbed to her cheeks. “Even in this meat locker.”

Alec stepped closer, purposely crowding her. Luciana’s pupils dilated, but she lifted her chin toward him like a shield. Heat swarmed from him and settled over her. “You’re a contradiction, Dr. De Luca.”

“How so?” Her tone was bold, unperturbed, but she bit her bottom lip. More contradictions.

“You are a natural redhead of Italian descent.” Alec let his gaze drop to her unpainted toes, then travel up the swell of her hips to her narrow waist, then linger over her unbound breasts until her nipples puckered. Luciana crossed her arms.

Alec waited patiently for her to meet his gaze again.

“Look.” Luciana put her right hand on his chest and patted him, as if he were a child being told to wait for dinner. “I am only interested in the jewels.” She bit the tip of her left index finger and touched her lips. The flash of white teeth and stretch of red lips distracted him, but not enough that he couldn’t feel her right hand take his keycard from his jacket pocket.

Interesting.

Alec smiled wider, baring his own teeth. He liked a challenge. He reached past her, and his arm brushed her breast. Luciana stepped back with an indrawn breath. Alec affected a dispassionate mask and leaned around her to press his thumb to the glass. Immediately, the case next to her opened with a click of efficient electronics.

Luciana narrowed her eyes, as if she were afraid he might touch her again. She chewed on her lip and then seemed to make a decision. She reached into the case and removed a blue sapphire the size of her palm, set in Byzantine gold. “All the cases open with your fingerprint?”

“My fingers can be very persuasive,” Alec said.

She ignored him.

Luciana replaced the sapphire and picked up a jewel-encrusted dagger sheath. Pulling the wicked looking blade, she turned to him. “This piece is priceless, slag-free crucible steel, and the handle is 18-carat gold inlaid with rough-cut rubies and emeralds. It’s probably Viking, 800 AD, but I’ll need to test it to be sure.”

Alec knew exactly where the dagger had come from. “Everything in here is priceless to me.” Luciana replaced the knife and leaned back on her heels, her features tight, looking like she might run. Back off, you’re scaring her, Alec’s human mind interceded. “We need to have your appraisal done before we can open the exhibit to the public in September,” he said, his voice casual. “When can you start?”

“But there must be fifty cases in here.” Luciana peered over his shoulder and pointed behind him. “Are all the cases as full as this one?”

“I was told you were the best?” Alec let the challenge dangle.

“I am. But getting an accurate value on this many gems will take time. And it’s going to cost you. A lot.”

Alec laughed and ignored the urge to touch her again. “I imagine I can afford your price.”

Lucy scowled. “Let’s get something straight. I’m not interested in your private collection of obscure etchings…or anything else private you might have.”

“How do you know? The reviews on my, what did you call them…etchings are quite flattering.” Alec watched her face, liking the way heat flushed her pale neck, and her brown eyes snapped with annoyance.

“I am a gem appraiser. That is it.”

“But etchings can be so very stimulating.” Alec brushed her arm again, feeling the warm tingle in the tips of his fingers.

Lucy shook her head. “Quit messing with me, or you can find another appraiser.”

“Okay,” Alec said. “No more messing.”

“Okay?” Lucy stepped backward—heel to toe, heel to toe—to the stair landing. “Just like that, you’re going to back off?”

“Just like that.” Alec held still, waiting to see what she would do. “What do you need to start your appraisal tomorrow?”

Lucy looked behind her to the steel door on the bottom level. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think this is a good idea.” She clomped down the stairs, the sexy sway of her hips completely gone in her hurry to escape.

The exhilaration of the hunt flared through Alec’s system.

Silly woman. You should never, never run from a dragon.

“One hundred thousand dollars.” He followed her flight down the stairs with a light step.

“What?” Lucy stood in front of the closed steel door, her eyes wide and unbelieving.

“One hundred thousand dollars now. And an additional one hundred thousand when you finish the appraisal.”

“That’s three times my usual fee,” Luciana said, anger again firing her face. “I told you, I don’t do etchings.”

“The fee is just for appraising the exhibit, but you must begin tomorrow and be done in a month.”

“Mr. Gerald, thank you for your generous offer, but I’m going to have to decline.”

“I have important guests arriving specifically to see the exhibit.” Alec let his aggravation coat his words, but from the way Luciana’s eyes flitted from him to the closed door, he could tell she wasn’t listening. She wanted out of the room.

Alec closed in on her and considered her nervous side-to-side movements. If she hadn’t taken his keycard for a surprise rendezvous, what was she up to?

“I want to leave now.” Luciana met his stare but couldn’t disguise the strain in her voice.

“Dr. De Luca. Is there something else going on here? Something you need to tell me?” Alec let the question dangle, and the woman’s quick averted glance told him he was right. She was hiding something.

Something big. His predator’s instincts flared and his keen hearing picked up the pounding of her pulse under her skin.

“Of course not,” she insisted and put her hands on her hips, affronted. “Open this door.”

Again with the demands. Alec smiled, admiring her bravery. He reached around her and pushed the door release, letting the back of his hand brush her bare arm.

Luciana jumped at the contact, and Alec smelled the sharp release of adrenaline as it rushed through her body. She was scared. Why?

Alec stepped out of her way and swept his hand to the beckoning hallway. “After you.”

Luciana gave him a quick nervous glance, seeming to sense that his words were more than just gallantry. Then she fled, as if she knew she had just stolen from the very lair of a dragon.

Chapter Three

Lucy squeezed through the opening exhibit door and rushed through the medieval timbered corridors as fast as her Manolos would go. The massive casino had no windows, no clocks, no way for guests to be distracted from their pleasurable pursuits with the call of responsibility from the outside world.

“Which way?” She slowed down and took a deep breath. Think. Alec Gerald had rattled her good brain. The man exuded sexual chemistry like a tomcat on the prowl.

Make that a panther on the prowl.

God help her, she needed to focus.

The keycard lift had gone remarkably well—now she just needed to find the drop spot and get the hell out of there. Luciana took another deep breath in, held it, and released it slowly. Alec’s card rubbed inside the band of her hose and bit into her inner thigh, making the stowaway card inch downward. Down, down, downward…

She was on the north side of the building, near the gem exhibit and upscale shops. She needed to cut across the gaming floor to get to the drop in the south-end bathrooms.

Easy peasy.

“Luciana, wait,” Alec called behind her.

She hobbled away. Around her, hundreds of people pulled levers and grasped plastic containers filled with coins.

Luciana hurried by, avoiding eye contact. She glanced over her shoulder. Alec still followed her at a distance. She ducked past the slot machines to the poker tables, where tavern wenches dealt cards of Texas Hold ‘Em on green half-moon shaped tables.

“Dr. De Luca,” Jane’s voice called just as she cleared the poker area.

“Jane,” she said politely, but lengthened her stride. The right hose gave way and slipped to the top of her knee.

“Mr. Gerald has asked me to escort you to his office.” Jane moved alongside her, matching her stride.

Luciana ignored her, but when Jane stepped into her path, she couldn’t avoid slamming into the tall brunette. “Umph.”

“Sorry.” Jane steadied her with a hand to the shoulder, her face determined. “You need to come with me.”

“What?” Luciana gave Jane her most withering princess-to-peasant look. “Please. Tell Mr. Gerald that I will not appraise his collection. Not for any price.” Lucy pushed past her to the far edge of the gaming area and saw the welcome silhouette of a wench on the ladies’ bathroom door.

Once again, Jane stepped into her path. “This is not a request.” Jane nodded to the side of the room. Four burly security guards in black suits took ominous steps forward.

Lucy put her hands on her hips, chin jutted forward. “I’m not at Mr. Gerald’s beck and call.”

“Of course not.” Alec stepped forward and took her elbow in his hand. His fingers seemed to sizzle, and Lucy yanked away. “But you’ll have to come with me all the same.”

Jane looked contrite but determined. “I’m sure we can resolve any problems in private.”

Her only hope was delay. “Well, you’ll both have to wait while I go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” Lucy hurried around the assistant and grabbed the cool curve of the bathroom door. It turned slick in her sweaty hand.

She rushed into the handicap stall, locked the door, and sat down on the toilet fully clothed. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled off her hose and put the keycard in her mouth. From inside the maxipad disposal, she pulled out a planted plastic bag. Yes. The keycard fit perfectly in the bag, and she pushed the air out of the bag and sealed it with shaky hands.

The door whooshed open, and Jane cleared her voice. “Mr. Gerald asked that I wait in here for you to finish. I need to wash my hands anyway.”

Water gushed at the sink, and the thump-thump of a hand working the soap dispenser sounded through the bathroom. Damn. Merda. Damn. Jane would hear her putting the card in the toilet tank.

“Are you kidding me?” Luciana raised her voice above polite levels. “This must be some type of labor law violation. I’m trying to pee. You’re giving me stage-fright!”

“Labor law? You said that you wouldn’t do the job for any price.”

“Look, I can appreciate your loyalty to Mr. Gerald, but this is ridiculous. If you don’t leave this instant, I’m going to make a huge scene. Before I’m done, all those women out there will be afraid to use your bathrooms ever again. No pee, no players.”

She could almost hear Jane’s mind calculating the cost-benefit ratio.

“Then I’ll go to the press about harassment!”

“Okay,” Jane said. “Hurry up. I’ll be right outside the door.”

The door closed, and Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. Standing, she pulled off the back of the fancy toilet and tied the hose and plastic-covered keycard to the arm float. She tested it to make sure it wouldn’t interfere with flushing, then replaced the porcelain top and sat down.

Done. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her vision fogged. She was getting too old for this crap. “Joey better be grateful. He better never, ever gamble again in his whole freaking life,” she whispered.

But even as she mouthed the words, she knew it would take a miracle for Joey to be, A. grateful, or B. done with the lure of an easy buck. She sighed, suddenly so tired she could have curled up on the tiled bathroom floor. How could Joey, at age thirty, not know what everyone who grew up in Vegas knew by the time they were ten?

There was no easy buck.

There was no free lunch.

There was no such thing as luck. Hard work—that was the only thing anyone could really depend on.

The door opened and hard shoes clacked over the tiles before a fist pounded on her door.

“Get out of there right now,” Alec’s voice thundered. “Or I’m coming in.”

…

After asking Security to take Lucy to his office, Alec went to the observation room to watch the hellion on camera. The surveillance room had the highest level of technological equipment available, providing constant video feed for every corner of the casino, save for the hotel rooms and toilets. Some things you just didn’t need to see.

Alec stood next to Darius and watched Luciana pace his office. He was unsettled, not sure what to do with the woman. She attacked the floor of his office with short steps. Every turn or so, she pitched sideways and had to throw her arms out for balance. Unless he missed his guess, she wasn’t used to covering ground in such high-heeled shoes.

“Bring up her face,” he told Darius.

The camera zoomed in on Luciana’s tense face, and he saw that she chewed her bottom lip again, and tucked and re-tucked her red hair behind her ears. Alone, she didn’t bother with the bluster she had affected in the exhibit. Her shoulders hunched, and she jerked across the floor with graceless strides. Her hips marched forward with militant precision: back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He felt sorry for her, caged up and cornered, all her feisty bravado banked behind whatever had motivated her to steal his keycard.

“Face recognition doesn’t show any criminal hits on her,” Darius said. “In fact, she has top security clearance at some of the best museums in the world.”

“Go ahead and remove access to the vault and dragon areas from my keycard,” Alec said to his lieutenant.

“What about the gem exhibit?”

“Leave it, for now.”

“Yes, Jer’ol.” Darius typed on a keyboard next to them, altering the security clearance of his stolen card with a few finger strokes.

“Coward!” Luciana stopped pacing suddenly. “I know you’re watching me!” She faced the camera and shook her fist at the ceiling. “Quit playing games with me.”

A smile stretched Alec’s face, and a tingle of pleasure tightened the back of his neck. He rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger.

“She’s got a redhead’s temper,” Darius noted.

“She’s a redheaded thief.”

“At least she’s not your mate.” Darius’s words were disgruntled in the extreme.

After the strange spark of energy he felt when he touched Luciana in the exhibit, Alec wasn’t so sure what she might or might not be to him personally. “Have you tried just asking Mei out on a date? She might be more receptive to charm than angry demands.”

“Yes, I have.” The Russian fisted his hands over the keyboard. “Mei would not be so willful if it were her dragon form at stake.”

“It’s her right.”

“She won’t even let me touch her.” Darius looked at him with frustrated eyes. His lieutenant was the most brilliant computer programmer alive, but he still couldn’t figure out the code to his destined mate.

“How does it feel?”

“Jer’ol?” Darius frowned at him. “How does what feel?”

Alec regarded him with a direct stare. “When you did touch Mei. Before you two started quarreling. Did you know right away that she was your mate?”

Darius’s expression soured. “No. It was the first time we kissed…it was like an explosion in my gut, and my dragon almost jumped out of my skin.”

Good to know.

“Then, her dragon mark appeared on her hand, and we knew.” Darius shook his head. “Now, she covers my mark with makeup and won’t come into the same room with me.”

“Time is on your side. She won’t let your dragon die.”

“I’m not so sure, Jer’ol.”

Alec was. It was unheard of for a dragon to deny the mating bond. Mei would give in. Darius just had to be patient.

“I want to question the appraiser in private,” Alec said before striding to his elevator. “Turn off the cameras in my office.”

His elevator was made entirely of glass, and it whisked him upward without the slightest moan of effort. He barely noticed the panoramic view of Vegas that usually made his dragon blood race. Outside his office, he paused to smell Luciana’s scent. It was the faint vanilla aroma from before, and it still held the bite of fear.

A security guard dressed in a black suit greeted him. “Jer’ol.”

“She give you any trouble?”

“Lots.” The man’s face remained expressionless. “She made a run for it outside the elevators.”

“You didn’t hurt her?” His words were more menacing than he had intended.

The guard’s face paled, and the vein on his neck kicked into high gear. “No, Jer’ol. She’s unharmed.”

“Good.” Alec opened the door to face 130 pounds of fury.

“I am a respected professional and you are manhandling me and treating me like a criminal!” Luciana yelled at him. “No one on the planet will appraise your exhibit when I get through telling them what you’ve done to me.”

Alec made a show of locking the door and strolling across the expansive room to the bar. The room was paneled in dark wood, with deep reds and blues in the carpet and paintings. The one wall facing the outside was made of two-inch thick glass. Alec poured Kentucky bourbon into a tumbler and a double-shot of single malt scotch over two ice cubes into another.

He handed her the scotch and sat in a deep-seated leather chair. The chair sighed with ease when he leaned back. He crossed his ankle at his knee and took a sip. “Luciana—”

“Oh, please, all my captors call me Lucy.” She glared at him. “You sound like a priest hearing confession when you call me Luciana.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Alec chuckled and sipped his drink, the taste of mellow corn mash and oak barrels tingling over his tongue. Alcohol did not affect dragons in the way it affected the feeble humans. He drank the bourbon purely because he liked the taste.

“Does this have Rohypnol in it?” Luciana held the drink to the light like it might contain the date rape drug.

“I wouldn’t harm you.” Alec took a second sip of his drink, and it fired down his throat to his belly in a pleasing trail.

Lucy set her drink on his desk, untouched. “I’m not the trusting sort.”

Alec gave her what he hoped was a charming look. “You can trust me. I can help you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Lucy said in a voice used to stopping cabs.

“Fine, don’t trust me, but I need you to start your appraisal tomorrow,” Alec said in a voice used to calling stretch limos.

Lucy’s face flushed. Her collarbones rose and fell under her pale skin in elegant lines. So dainty and fragile, this one. She stomped toward him and pointed a finger at him. “Let me out of here right now.”

Good. Come a little closer. Alec set his drink on the side table. “The exhibit has to open on time. You’ve reneged on our deal.”

“Testa di merda.” Lucy threw her hands in the air. “We had no deal.”

“What does that mean?”

“Shit head, we had no deal.” Lucy bared her teeth, turning her kittenish persona distinctively feral.

Alec shook his head, strangely put-off by her crudeness. “Such language from a lady.” He wanted to kiss her, to see if the zing of electricity was a fluke, or if the fates had gone mad and paired him with a human mate.

She might bite him.

He might like it.

“You’re not going anywhere until we have an agreement on the exhibit.”

Lucy stomped toward the exit. “Let me out of here!” She banged her closed fist on the solid wood door, and her furious action exposed her scantily clad backside to him again.

Alec admired the view, tracing the lines of her body with his eyes, walking his gaze up her gold heels to her elegant calves, up the curve of her hip to the daisy tattoo, up the indent of her spinal column to the riot of dark red hair. Need clenched his gut, and he wanted to touch her soft, pale skin, discover all her hidden hollows.

“Culo!” Lucy turned back to him.

“Ah, I know that one.” Alec took a deliberate drink and swallowed down his raging desire. He set down his glass on the side table, leaned toward her, and rested his elbows on his knees. “Luck. Culo means ‘lucky’ in Italian.”

“It means ‘asshole.’”

“A matter of interpretation.” Alec smiled. “I prefer ‘lucky.’”

“Look, Mr. Lucky, I get it,” Lucy said. “Women just throw themselves at you. You are lucky, lucky, lucky.” She paused for a quick breath. “Lucky Mr. Casino Owner. The King of Las Vegas! But I’m not interested in you or your exhibit. Let me out of here.”

“I can’t find another appraiser of your caliber before we need to open.” Alec was certain he could have five appraisers there by morning, but he wanted her. “It has to be you.”

“Please. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding someone to satisfy your every whim.” She said in a level voice. “Just let me leave and we’ll call the whole thing even.”

“My every whim?” Now that she was calming down, he perversely wanted to see the fire in her eyes again, hear a few more melodious Italian vulgarities. “How much will that cost me?”

Luciana inhaled sharply, her jaw dropped, and she stepped to him and raised her hand to strike him. Alec stood in a fluid motion and grasped her hand in his as she swung. With her fist in his hand, Alec remembered his caution to Darius, to ask and not demand, with distant humor.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

“For the last time, I’m not interested in your deals.” Lucy tugged against him.

“I would like to kiss you.”

Lucy froze, pupils wide. “You’ll let me leave then?” The words were but a whisper.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Four

One kiss. To get out of the office, away from the casino?

“Okay.” Lucy said the word quickly and squeezed her eyes shut, her mind already out the door.

Alec pulled her gently toward him. His lips against her neck paralyzed her thoughts. The smell of him so close was clean and strong. He nibbled at the juncture of her shoulder, and her skin went tight and trembled. His hand moved up her thigh, and she forgot to exhale.

Alec lifted hooded eyes, the irises the darkest blue of sapphires. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He leaned forward slowly, giving her time to object, but she only squeaked out the breath she had been holding.

He brushed her lips lightly. His eyes opened wide and he pulled away. “You,” he said and then leaned forward to deepen the kiss, fusing his mouth to hers. His tongue brushed hers with a flash of fire that shot desire from her stomach to her groin, so powerful that she sat upright and yanked away.

“Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter.” Lucy stepped back and wobbled out of her shoes.

Alec sat back in his chair. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger along his chin as if bemused. “Peter?”

“What?” Lucy faced him, trying to find her usually excellent brain. This was not good. Not good at all. She needed to get the hell out of this casino.

“Who’s Peter?” Alec reached for his drink and took a long swallow, appearing nonchalant, as if he kissed cursing women every day. As if the kiss would not even rank in his top five.

Lucy’s mind jumped on her familiar calming exercise, P words. All the best words started with “P”: pilfer, purloin, plunder, poach, pirate… Inwardly, she groaned. She was going to burn in hell—or Leavenworth, whichever came first—for stealing his keycard.

“Peter is one of the saints.” Lucy stumbled barefoot to the office door and twisted the handle. Locked. She knew it—just had to be sure. She wiggled it again before giving him her best haughty look.

“You’re calling on your gods because I kissed you.” He smiled and rested his chin on the back of his hand. “We’ll be very good together.”

“We are not going to be together.” Lucy pointed to the locked door. “You’re harassing me. I’ll file charges on you.”

“If you must.” Alec tilted his head at a mischievous angle. “I’ll not deny that I kissed you, if you’ll not deny that it made you cry out for your gods.”

Hot humiliation warred with anxiety inside Lucy’s head. She had enjoyed it. But she had to get out of the casino. Now. “You’re a deranged lunatic. Let me out of here right now.”

“Of course.” Alec took the last swallow of his drink. “But I need you to promise to return in the morning and start your appraisal.”

“Fine.” Like hell she would come back. She’d be on a plane to anywhere-but-here by morning. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” She fought not to glance to her right, a sure tell for lying.

Alec nodded. Standing, he arched his back as if he had a knot between his shoulder blades. He bent to pick up her shoes. The muscled contour of his back and butt showed through his suit when he bent over. Lucy swallowed the spit in her mouth and took a deep breath. Get a grip and quit checking out his primo backside.

Alec extended his hand. The expensive shoes dangled from his index finger, looking less haute couture and more Kmart wilted. “There’s just one thing…”

Lucy grabbed the shoes and used the back of the chair to steady herself as she slipped them on. She stood straight, immediately appreciating the extra three inches in height. She could almost meet his eyes. “What?”

“You’re a respected woman, with degrees from M.I.T. and Le Suisse International. You have examined some of the most priceless jewels in the world. Everyone who works with you lauds your professionalism and integrity.”

“So?” Lucy put her hands on her hips.

“I don’t think you normally call your clients Testa di merda.”

“True.” Lucy noticed that his accent was perfect. Most English speakers put a Spanish inflection on Italian words. “Well, only when they really deserve it, and never to their faces.”

“I think you must be in some sort of trouble. If you need help, I can help you. My resources are limitless.”

Lucy leaned forward at his words. Her heels lifted off the back of her shoes and her toes gripped the floor. How tempting it was to tell him everything. Let him handle it all with his unlimited resources: Joey’s never-ending gambling debts, the mob-backed enforcer, the jewel heist…

But this man, with his money and easy kisses, was not on her short list of dependable folk—he was not even on her long list of scoundrels.

He didn’t know her. Why would he help her?

Sex.

“Mr. Gerald, despite what you seem to think of me, I’m not for sale.” Her previous cursing and loss of control made her feel ashamed, trashy, and cheap. It was a flashback to the youth she had worked her whole life to escape.

“Dr. De Luca…” Alec’s face tightened and his navy eyes glittered. He seemed frustrated by her refusal. “I want to help you. You’re obviously in some sort of trouble. I can fix it.”

Did he already know about the card? Alarm pulsed up her throat, and she blinked hard to keep her eyes off his empty suit pocket. Why didn’t he call the police? Have her arrested? Hauled out to the desert for some Vegas-style justice…

“I assure you, Mr. Gerald, I’m in no need of your assistance.” Her voice sounded sure. Lucy clasped her hands together in front of her stomach to fight the panic crawling up her spine when she thought of Gino and Joey’s plans.

“Everyone is in need of help of some sort.” Alec smiled and reached a wide palm toward her. His handsome face softened in concern. His gesture was oddly gentle and sincere, and somehow kind, as if he knew she was in over her head and only wanted to help her.

“I’m fine, really.” Lucy’s eyes swept the elegant room for other possible exits. Her abandoned drink sweated a water ring on his mahogany desk. She should have put a coaster down. That was rude, rude, rude…trashy and cheap.

Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter…get her out of this room.

“Please, remember that you can come to me with anything.” Alec kept his hands in his pockets and met her eyes, his gaze direct and unflinching. When she did not reply, he walked to the door and unlocked it with his thumbprint. Lock tumblers fell into place before he swung the door wide. “The elevator to the lobby is just outside.”

Lucy lengthened her stride to catch up with him in front of the elevator doors. The doors hissed open revealing…nothing.

No, there was glass. The setting sun glinted around the elevator corners, reflecting the seams. The Luxor pyramid head grinned below, and behind it the Mandalay Bay looked like an aluminum-foil Lego set. Vertigo spun Lucy’s head and she grabbed for Alec’s left arm.

“It’s safe.” Alec smiled and closed his right hand over her fingers clutching his elbow. “I promise.” His touch was reassuring and solid. “Don’t be afraid.” He walked forward and turned around to face her, appearing as if he floated in the air.

Lucy shook her head and backed up. The elevator was only big enough for two people, and though her mind knew it was an illusion, her heart screamed out, You will fall, stay back!

“Ahh…I have issues with heights. I’ll go down the way I came up.”

“It’s longer. Much longer.” He held both hands wide. “This elevator exits to the lobby.”

The lobby with its ginormous exit to the street. She would be clear of the casino in minutes. She was tempted. And no one could stop Alec to alert him of a security breach. Lucy took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stepped forward. Her ears popped as they immediately whisked downward.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Alec stroked the back of her bare arm. His hand was warm against her frozen worry.

The elevator beeped. “You can look now.”

Lucy opened her eyes. The elevator doors slid apart, leading to the sparkling gold and jeweled lobby. She stepped forward onto hard, safe, Italian tiled ground. Her legs shook and she wobbled on her shoes.

“Why would you have a glass elevator?” Her words squeaked like they needed more air in them.

“Why not?” Alec put his hand under her elbow and led her through the bustle of the casino entry to a portico as big as her house. “It’s a bit of a thrill, don’t you agree?”

“No,” she said. “It’s a bit of a death trap.”

A black Bentley slid smoothly to the curb. Alec opened the back door as the driver greeted them. Leather and new-car smell escaped into the darkening sky. “My driver will take you home.”

“I don’t think so.” Lucy pulled free, regaining her wits. “Then you’ll know where I live.”

Alec leaned closer, the scent of him clean despite the heat. “I already know where you live.”

The knowledge shocked her. “I want a cab.”

“Of course.” Alec shut the door and nodded to a waiting doorman. “Over here.” He escorted her to the roped-off cab line. Drunken tourists shuffled quickly into cars, and soon they were at the front.

Alec opened the door to a yellow cab. The sharp smell of bleach and hot plastic swamped out. He picked up Lucy’s hand and turned the palm up. He waited for her to meet his gaze, then kissed her hand, letting the tip of his tongue touch her life line. Heat uncoiled in the pit of her stomach, flooding her cold limbs with fire.

She snatched her hand back. “You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m perfectly sane.” Alec brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Remember what I said. I can help you.”

Perhaps it was the surety of the metal cab door in her fingers, escape literally at hand, but her eyes sheened with tears. He was just too much. It was all too much.

“No thanks. I decided not to be a whore fifteen years ago.” She tried to pull free and slide into the cab, but Alec held her firmly in place.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning at eight.” Alec released her, and she slid across the cracked vinyl seat to the far window. He shut the door and handed the driver a hundred dollar bill.

Lucy refused to look back. “Please just get away from here,” she told the cabbie. Her voice cracked with the emotion she had fought to contain. She deliberately didn’t look back at the Crown Jewel and its enigmatic owner, but kept her eyes on the dirty cab window. Someone had kissed the pane, leaving a puckered outline in candy-apple red.

Had she ever been so carefree, to put on too much lipstick and kiss a window?

No.

Fresh misery swamped her. She had to talk to Joey, find a way out of this mess. And book a flight. Beyond the window, the lights of the Strip bleared to a distorted neon rainbow, like someone’s pot turned to fool’s gold.

Chapter Five

The scent of the chase thrilled Alec’s dragon as he coasted above the Las Vegas strip following Lucy’s cab. He didn’t have to worry about the desensitized human eyes below him. They were too distracted by the strip’s bright bursts of neon and an overabundance of flash and awe to notice his shadow.

On the dark horizon, lightning fractured the night, sending a web of energy across the sky, stretching his scales and shaking him like a fist. He tucked his wings and dove fast, spinning, delighting in the descent, exhilaration in every wing stroke.

Dr. Lucy De Luca—Ph.D in sass and thievery—was his destined mate. The shock of their kiss still echoed through his bones like reverb from a bass-blasting speaker. Happiness swelled through his chest, and something even more elusive energized his worn body. It was hope.

In centuries past, a dragon might be mated with a magician, but never a human. It was assumed the fates avoided them because they were too frail, mentally and physically. Regardless, he had a mate, a feisty human mate. Now, he just had to extract her from whatever mess she was in.

Alec landed in the shadows, shifted into his human form, and approached Lucy’s tidy house in Henderson with furtive steps. The house was tan-bricked with decorative, but functional, bars at the windows. It was surrounded by brick walls with an all-business looking iron gate for access that reminded Alec of the woman. Lucy was a bit of a fortress herself.

He was curious about the inside of her home. Human’s domiciles revealed much about the person who occupied them, and he wanted to know more about Lucy. But she wouldn’t want to see him. She would be alarmed by his presence. The invitation inside would have to wait. There were other ways of gaining information.

Letting his heightened dragon senses sweep the suburban neighborhood, Alec could tell that most of the humans were settling in to sleep. Lucy was on the east side of her house, and her body gave off a scent he could find anywhere in the world now. He frowned at the presence of another heat signature, one that hustled around in front of her with the flightiness of a starved bird.

A friend? A foe? A lover?

Alec’s gut twisted at the possibilities, and his dragon nature beat against the wall of his chest, ready for action. He soothed himself with deep breaths of the crisp night air. He wasn’t a teenage fledgling anymore; he could, and would, control his reactions.

Bending his knees, he jumped over the ten-foot brick wall. His feet crunched softly over white gravel as he stepped around Lucy’s side yard. Pressing himself to the side of the house, he peered through an open window off the kitchen.

Lucy stood with her back to him. She had changed clothes, and his gaze moved appreciatively over her snug black yoga pants and white tank top. Her heavy red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She shook her hands at a man with her same facial features and hair color.

“You promised me you would stop gambling,” Lucy said. “How could you do this again?” Her question sounded rhetorical, small and hopeless, not at all the she-cat who had called him fiery names at the casino.

“Sis, I don’t know what happened. I had a sure tip on this pony.” The man appeared genuinely perplexed, and a part of Alec settled down at the revelation that the man was only her brother.

“Joey… You put all your money on the race, didn’t you?” Lucy asked. “Again.”

Joey gave her an eyebrow raised, hell-to-the-yah look. “It was a sure bet, and it would have paid off at 50K—”

“There is no such thing as a sure bet, that’s why they call it a bet.” Lucy pulled the hair of her ponytail into two strands, tightening the elastic band.

“I didn’t mean to get you involved. It’s just Gino is new in town and looking to make a score for his connections in Chicago.” Joey looked at his feet. “I’m sorry, Luce.”

“You’re always sorry…” Lucy’s voice broke, and she crossed her arms around her stomach protectively. “So, so sorry.”

Anger fired through Alec at the callous way Lucy’s brother treated her. This must be her problem, the reason she’d stolen his keycard.

“Lucy, this is the last time,” Joey said.

“You say that every time.” Lucy picked up a mug from the counter and blew over it. Peppermint and chamomile wafted through the window screen and filled his nostrils.

Jer’ol—Leo broke through Alec’s reverie with mindspeak. Can you return to the casino?

I’m busy, Alec telegraphed back across the desert.

Your enemy has resurfaced, Leo said cryptically.

You know where he is? Excitement raced through Alec at the news.

For the moment, but he is on the move.

Finally, he would corner Ambrogino. Alec focused on Lucy, torn between his need to keep her near him and the instinct to finally settle things with his enemy and former friend. He stared hard at her profile, willing her to feel his presence, willing her to know that she wasn’t alone anymore. She didn’t have to carry her burdens by herself. He could help her.

Lucy remained unaware of him, lost in her distraught tea-blowing. He would have to leave her for now. Ambrogino might prove dangerous to her, too, if he learned that she was his mate. Tomorrow, he would ask Lucy about her brother and try to fix whatever mess she was involved in.

Tonight, he had an enemy to quash.

I’ll be right there, he said to Leo before jumping into the sky.

…

“Did you make the drop?” Joey leaned his forearms on the bar counter and looked at her.

Lucy nodded and kept blowing on her tea.

“Did you put it in the toilet like he said?”

Again, Lucy nodded.

“Yes!” Joey fist pumped the air and rounded the bar, his arms wide to hug her. She was still mad at him. Lucy pushed her hot mug between them, an effective moat to his affection.

Joey stepped back behind the dining area and started to pace. Lucy recognized his movement—she did it herself when she was thinking something through.

“This is great. I’ll be in the clear now.” Joey circled around her table and breakfast bar.

“In the clear to do what exactly?” Lucy narrowed her eyes. “Just two minutes ago you said you were done.”

“Done with the ponies.” Joey stopped pacing, but his eyes careened off hers like smacked billiard balls. “I’ve got a money thing going with the cards. Don’t give me that look. It’s paying out better than your suit job.”

Lucy shook her head. “Gambling is not a job. It’s an addiction.”

“It will be fine, little sis.” Joey had been born forty-five minutes before Lucy, and he liked to refer to it when he was being patronizing.

“It will never be fine, as long as you keep taking these chances.” Lucy took a determined swallow of her tea. It was bitter.

“Remember when ‘Number Three’ moved us to Bonanza Street?” Joey gave her a level look, waiting for her to join him in the memories of their desolate childhood.

Lucy’s stomach clenched. “Number Three” was her mother’s third live-in boyfriend, a drinker, but he had a steady job as a mechanic. She inhaled the peppermint aroma from her tea to displace the remembered scent of diesel grease, and frowned when she couldn’t recall the man’s face.

“I remember the apartment on the bad side of Bonanza,” Lucy swallowed the sudden dryness in her mouth. “The bathroom had pink tile.”

She had been delighted with the working air-conditioning and hopeful for about a week, until Number Three had started getting handsy with her in the apartment’s narrow hallway. She and Joey had only been thirteen, but Joey, all one hundred scrawny pounds of him, had gone after the guy with a kitchen knife and told him to keep his hands to himself.

Number Three had kicked them out the next day, and their mother had gone on a six-month bender.

“It’s you and me first.” Joey recited their familiar mantra, causing a flood of emotions to swell in Lucy’s chest. “No one messes with us. The bastards can all fuck off.”

“Right.” The problem was they weren’t kids anymore, and most adults didn’t respond with youthful theatrics. She had run away from anything with the whiff of underbelly to it, but Joey seemed to relish the under-ness of the belly. Lucy tried for the millionth time to find a way out for both of them.

“I thought maybe we could leave Vegas,” she said. “Start over somewhere fresh. Maybe San Francisco?”

“San Fran ain’t got no flash.” Joey gave her a cocky smile but then narrowed his eyes at her somber expression. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“What about your house, and your career, and your yadda, yadda?” He raised his arms to the ceiling.

“I can start over. So can you.”

“I like it here. So do you.”

“I just…I’ve got a bad feeling about this casino thing. Alec Gerald is expecting me in the morning to appraise his exhibit.”

“So do it.” Joey shrugged. “The guy is in a big hurry to get it open. Betcha you can get some good juice off him.”

Juice, as in extra-money juice, not the juicy, tingly things Alec Gerald made her feel. “I just gotta bad feeling.”

“I’m really sorry that I had to bring you into this one.” Joey’s apology was sincere.

“I know.”

Joey’s phone rang out the Flight of the Valkyries. He looked at the phone. “It’s Gino. He must have gotten the keycard from the drop.”

He walked to her dining room window and answered. “Hello…Yes, sir…I know, she is just that damn good…What?” The single word question was a sucking black hole for Lucy’s apprehension. “I can’t speak for her, but I can arrange a meet…tonight? Okay.” Joey disconnected and walked back into the kitchen.

“What?” Lucy clutched her mug like a shield. “What now?”

“There’s a small glitch.”

“What?”

“The keycard only opens the exterior door. Alec Gerald’s thumb opens the jewel cases.”

Lucy nodded.

“You knew?” Joey looked incredulous. “How could you not tell me? I could have called him first with the information. Then he would’ve owed me.”

“I did what you asked. I don’t care about getting in the black with the mob.”

“Well that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.” Joey marched toward her side of the bar. “You think with our Dad, sly Joe-the-Cheat, that we were ever going to get out of the bed with these guys? This is our bed. Our house. Our everything.”

“We. Are. Not. Crooks.”

“I’m not a crook.” Joey smiled and stepped back. “I’m a…what do you call it…an adventure capitalist.”

“Venture capitalist,” she corrected. “Big difference.”

“Whatever, you with all your high-falutin’ degrees. You’re still my sister, but you’re a big stick in the ass sometimes.”

“It’s stick in the mud, Joey.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “You know the right phrase, you just like to pretend you’re dumb. Either that or you’re just too damn lazy to get the words right.”

Joey smiled, not at all offended. “Hey, if I can get something with no effort, that does not make me lazy. That makes me smart. Smarter than you, college girl. How many years did it take for you to get a piece of paper anyway? I could have gotten one forged for you in two weeks.”

“Eight years. And it’s more than a piece of paper.” Lucy shook her head and set aside her tea unfinished and cold. “It’s the knowledge. No one can take that away from me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Joey smiled, all charming, central-casting, adventure capitalist. “You know you love me.”

“I do, but…” Lucy’s internal alarm chimed at Joey’s use of the “L” word. Bad. Bad. Bad. “I heard you say ‘I can’t speak for her.’ I’m guessing the her is me?”

“He wants you to go back in. Get the thumbprint from Gerald.”

“No.” Lucy shook her head. “I’m on a plane out of here in the morning—with you.”

“I’m not leaving,” Joey said with his real-Joey voice. “Get it through your over-educated head.”

Lucy chewed on her trembling lower lip. She was used to the abrupt changes in Joey’s personality when he was up to something, but his real-Joey voice meant he was serious.

“Gino’s spies said you spent a little alone time with Alec Gerald?” Joey asked, lifting a questioning brow.

“I didn’t do anything. We just talked about appraising the exhibit.”

“Gino said he would cut us in for 10% each—”

“I’m not going back to that casino. Ever.”

“When a guy like Gino offers to cut you in on his juice, you can’t say no.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t take the easy deal, he moves on to the hard deal.”

“Quit talking gangster and just spit it out.”

“He can make you help him.”

“How?”

Joey smiled. “Because he knows you love me too much to let me swim with the fishes.”

Again with the “L” word. Lucy gripped the edge of the counter behind her. It was ice cold and as unbending as Joey’s heart.

She was in trouble.

…

Lucy followed her brother through the dimly lit Crazy Stallion bingo parlor. Although they were only a little north of the Strip, it felt like they had stepped back in time to their childhood: Sunday bingo games, interchangeable trailer parks, and apartments with occasional electricity.

She was cold down to her bones, but her hand sweated on a plastic bag holding the expensive loaner red dress and designer shoes she had worn to Alec’s casino. She tightened her wrap sweater over her white tank top and stepped across the entrance, being careful where she placed her flip-flops. The shoes were a deliberate message; she was dressed for laundry, not larceny.

Inside, cigarette smoke billowed like a ghost around crowded banquet tables. People hunched over bingo cards, and at thirty-second intervals they lifted expectant eyes to hear the next number. The metronome of misery had not changed in fifteen years.

“Be nice, Luce.” Joey peered at her, a spring of excitement in his step. “Just hear what he has to say. He may have a regular gig for me.”

“You want your own racket?” This surprised her.

“Yeah, why not?” He gave her a wink. “No 401K but it’ll sure pay out better than your crummy stock market.”

Lucy was not happy he wanted to get in deeper with Gino.

On the customer side of a worn velvet rope, they stopped near a brass sign that read Manager. “We’re here to see Mr. Narcisco,” Joey said to the burly looking dude with arms the size of Lucy’s legs.

The dude leered at Lucy. “Strippers audition next door.”

“I. Am. Not. A. Stripper.” Lucy glared at him.

“Tell Mr. Narcisco that Joey and his sister are here to see him, as requested.”

The man took his time about entering the office.

“Joey.” Lucy stepped forward, trying to catch her brother’s shifty gaze. “I’m not doing anything else illegal.”

“I know. I know.” Joey pulled her closer. “We just gotta be polite.”

The burly man returned and motioned them around the rope.

The enforcer’s inner sanctum was gold and red velvet. A tacky life-size picture of Sinatra hung behind his desk.

“Joey.” Gino Narcisco, aka the Chicago-based Maceonelli family’s enforcer, greeted him brusquely. “Glad you could help me out with this.” Gino ambled around his desk, displaying a physique that looked like he could bench press 300 pounds. He stopped in front of them and swayed side to side, making Lucy feel like an involuntary snake charmer.

She stepped back and tightened her ponytail.

“Ah, Bellissima.” Gino reached for her hand and kissed her cold knuckles with old-world courtesy. “This must be the beauty who managed to get a private meeting with Alec Gerald.” Gino eyed her up and down from behind his dark glasses. Lucy sensed he was more than your average wise guy, a constrictor with the bite of the death adder. “Those are beautiful gems on your ears.”

“Thank you—”

“What are those? Emeralds? Peridots?”

“They’re green sapphires.”

“Sapphires, no kidding?” Gino leered again at her ears.

“Look, Mr. Narcisco, we had a deal.” Lucy set the plastic bag with the expensive outfit on his desk. “I got the card for you. Joey’s debt is paid in full. We’re square.”

The enforcer spread his hands wide like her words shocked the gold rings off his fingers. “Lucy, Lucy.” He shook his head. “We aren’t doing business yet. I’m hungry. I can’t do business on an empty stomach, it makes me cranky.”

Gino gestured a thick knuckled hand toward the office door. “I bet you’ve never had a Crazy Stallion steak.” He pinched his fingers to his lips and made a much-ma kissy sound. “Ex-cell-ente.” He tromped from the room, shaking the pictures on the wall with his heavy steps.

“Geeze, Luce.” Joey grabbed her arm and pulled her through the smoke-filled bingo hall toward the restaurant. “Don’t piss the guy off. We’ll both wind up in an unmarked grave.”

Lucy tried to yank free. “You’re hurting me.”

Joey stumbled and fell to one knee, so that Lucy stood looking down at him on the stained red carpet. She wanted to kick him while he was down, in the ribs, like she would have as a kid. Except Joey always grabbed her ankle and pulled her down, too. A life lesson she should have already learned.

Joey scrambled to his feet. “Did you trip me?” His face was blotched red.

“No.” She shook her head. “I want to leave. I’m not eating a steak with that man.”

“Leave, then.” Joey straightened his clothes. “But I wasn’t kidding about the graves. We’re in this now. There is no way out except to do what he wants.”

“You never intended to say no to him at all, did you?” Hurt spread through her chest at Joey’s manipulation. “You’re turning into Dad.” Her voice broke over the words. “How can you…you know where this is headed.”

Joey pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, as if he could block out her words. “Luce, I need this.”

Dizziness swirled through Lucy’s head, and she gripped her elbows tight, determined not to reach to him for stability.

“Can we talk about it later?” Joey gave her a raw look. He understood it was wrong, what he’d done, dragging her into the mess. The silent acknowledgement would’ve been comforting, if she didn’t know there would be a next time. There always was a next time with Joey. The certainty of it made her chest tighten and her vision blur. The smoky air pulled down the back of her throat like stale, expired poison.

Deadly all the same.

She had to get out of there.

“You two coming?” Gino called from the dark restaurant doorway.

“In a minute,” Joey said and looked at her for confirmation. Lucy struggled to breathe, but the pained look on Joey’s face had her nodding yes, even as her head screamed no. Joey hurried to the restaurant and clapped Gino on the shoulder as he entered.

“Lucy,” Gino yelled from the door. “I’ve got your brother in here. You’ll want to come on now.” Gino’s words were courtliness held up by threat.

Lucy considered running straight out the handprint-smudged entry doors, into the dark concealing night, away from Gino…take a taxi to McCarran and get on a plane… She had contacts all over the world…curator job offers galore…she could start over on her own. Sell everything in Vegas through an agent.

But what about Joey?

Would Joey be all right without her? Her heart stuttered with fear.

Except for the few years she had been in Europe completing her Ph.D, they had always been together. Even when she had been abroad, they had talked by email or phone every day. They had promised to always be there for each other, although that was mostly before his gambling had become such a problem.

Gino started toward her, his steps heavy even on the concrete floor. “I’m starting to feel stood up here.” His words were joking, but his smile, and eyes, were flat.

She couldn’t leave Joey alone in this mess. Gino would eat him for breakfast, and Joey would never forgive her if she ran out on him. She would just have to convince Gino that using her and Joey was a bad idea. They were inexperienced, with bad family luck.

Nobody in Vegas would risk bad juju when they were planning a score.

“Coming.” Lucy walked forward, curiously calm. Her relaxed manner was more disquieting than her earlier panic. Was she crazy? They said it ran in families. She remembered reading that the early twenties were especially vulnerable times.

She was overdue.

Their mother had gone off the deep end when their Dad went to prison. She would pull all her clothes out of drawers and stuff them in a suitcase, then run outside barefoot, only to circle back looking lost and confused. It had taken Lucy several frightening episodes of watching her leave, lugging a bag bigger than herself, before she could believe that their Mom was coming back and not abandoning them. Lucy would help her refold her clothes and put them away in the drawers, every damn time, over and over.

Gino waited for her to reach him and ushered her inside the restaurant. The darkness of the room was momentarily blinding. When her eyes adjusted, she saw the thick-armed guy from earlier and two other muscle-types leaning against the wall. Four against two, counting Gino. Those were bad odds even in Joey’s head. The air seemed to leave the room, but she did not flinch or step back. She’d survived bullies before and knew better than to cower.

Lucy sat beside Joey and Gino at a square four-top table and rested her napkin on her lap. A candle flickered inside a red glass globe on the table, making Gino look even more snakelike, coiled and ready to strike.

“Get us three porterhouses and milks,” Gino told a plump waitress whose cleavage hung out of her black uniform.

“I’ll take a Jack and Coke,” Joey called after her, but the woman did not stop.

“I call the shots here,” Gino said. “And I say you’ll have what I’m having.”

“But I don’t like milk.” Joey sounded like a whiny kid.

Gino picked up a steak knife and stabbed the table between Joey’s fingers. “You’ll have what I say you’ll have.”

Lucy pushed back from the table in surprise, almost flipping her chair. One of the burly dudes cleared his throat behind her and scooted her back to the table. Too close.

She couldn’t breathe.

“What was that for?” Joey held his hands together at his chest, looking offended.

“You eat what I offer you or next time, I take off a finger.”

“I told you, I’m in.”

The enforcer turned toward Lucy. “I hear your brother here making noises, but I hear nothing from you. I think you still need some convincing.”

She was trapped against the table, trapped in this deal with Gino. Cold sweat broke out on her brow, and she saw her reflection in the metal napkin holder, pale, drawn, shaky. Her confidence drained away with the blood in her face.

“Joey and I are amateurs. You don’t want us in on this.” Her voice sounded weak to her ears.

“Lucy!” Joey kicked her under the table.

Lucy winced and moved her legs away from him. “We’ll only mess things up.” She tried to give Gino her most beseeching look.

The waitress returned with three full glasses of milk and set them on the table.

“True.” Gino took a gulp of his milk. In the red candlelight, his teeth looked fluorescent white. “But nobody gets alone with Alec Gerald, his men are always hovering around, and in you waltz, testa rossa bellissima…I say you’re gonna get this done for me.”

“No,” Lucy whispered.

Gino pounded the table, making the candle flame flicker. “All those jewels—they belong to me! That whole casino belongs to me! I’m taking it, and you’re gonna help me.”

Lucy shook her head, staring at the rough weave of the tablecloth for courage.

“Tell you what.” Gino leaned back, and she thought maybe he was considering her argument. “You do this, or I kill Joey here.” Gino clapped Joey on the shoulder, all friendly-like.

Lucy’s heart jumped in her chest.

Joey frowned. “That’s not necessary, Gino, just give her some time to get used to the plan. She’ll come around.”

“Your daddy would be ashamed of you, girl.” Gino squeezed Joey’s shoulder.

Joey’s frown deepened, and he fought a wince. Gino cranked his palm into Joey’s arm joint until he cried out in pain and fell off the chair. The waitress returned with three plates loaded with steak and baked potatoes with all the fixin’s. The room was quiet while the waitress put the plates on the table, except for Joey’s whimpering from the floor.

“Get off the floor, you mamaluke.” Gino cut a generous hunk of raw steak away from the bone and chewed it slowly. Blood oozed onto the plate, making a splotchy canvas of pink grease. “Eat, before it gets cold.”

Joey regained his seat, kept his gaze down, and dove into his plate like he had never had a meal before.

Lucy’s throat tightened and she swallowed hard. How was this going to end? Would Gino let them leave? Would he really kill Joey? She pushed food around her plate while the two men ate and talked shop as if it were Friday night dinner at Mazzio’s.

“Eddie Falcone has a pawn shop that needs protection… A couple of slot machines need a regular pick-up guy. Someone in the linen business might need some talking to…” The words floated over Lucy’s head like so much bad air. She had to get out of there. Get back to her house. Behind her gate. Lock the doors and pack.

Gino swallowed his last bite and used his napkin to wipe his face. “Okay. It’s done then. You’ll get the print. There’ll be a drop in the casino bathroom, same as before.”

Lucy shook her head, exasperated and terrified.

In a flash, Gino embedded the steak knife in the back of Joey’s hand. Joey’s screams filled her ears.

“Stop!” Lucy tried to get up but the burly thug held her chair snug to the table.

Gino smiled, and Lucy knew his snake’s fangs had just sunk deep into her jugular. “Stop being a finocchio, Joe…or I’ll give you something to really cry about.” The three muscle-guys laughed heartily at the scene.

Joey’s muffled cries turned into bottled-up moans that pulled at her heart with tortuous fingers. She all but felt the knife piercing her own hand.

“Let him go.” She was surprised by how steady her voice sounded.

“It’s up to you, testa rossa.” Gino twisted the knife a quarter turn. Joey cried out before squeezing his hand over his mouth and closing his eyes. “All I need to hear are the words, ‘Yes Mr. Narcisco, I’ll get you that print.’”

“This is never going to end, is it?” Even as she asked the question, she knew it was true. “I do this for you, and next month you have another job. Right?”

Gino pulled the steak knife out of Joey and wiped the blood on a white cloth napkin. “If it’s money you’re after, we could come to an arrangement.”

Joey wrapped his bleeding hand in his own napkin, his eyes wide and shell-shocked. “Luce, quit playing around,” he whispered. “Do what he wants.”

Lucy’s gaze ping-ponged between Gino-the-snake and Joey-the-bait. There was no way out of this. She and Joey would definitely have to leave Vegas for good when this was done. She had not really accepted it as truth until now. She had built something here, a reputation, a home, a life. Sadness swamped her along with crushing hopelessness.

“Okay.” She placed her hands flat on the table, leaving a sweat mark. “I’ll do it. But I want your word that Joey is in the clear, and I’m not doing any more favors for you.”

Gino smiled and reached his blood-smeared hand across the table. He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Sounds good to me, testa rossa.”

He was lying. She knew it. He knew it. But there was nothing she could do about it. Gino saw her weak underbelly now in Joey, and she was at his mercy. Her stomach twisted in knots. Don’t think about it now. She would find a way out of this mess.

First, they had to get out of the bingo hall alive and with all their fingers.

Lucy stood, trying to appear agreeable instead of defiant. She inched her chair back. This time, the burly dude let it slide. She nodded once at Joey. “Let’s go.”

Joey stood, cradling his bleeding hand to his chest.

Gino stayed seated. “Bruno here will escort you home, go over the details with you, and take you to the casino tomorrow. Make sure you don’t get confused or nothing.”

Lucy moved toward the door with deliberate strides. “Just keep walking,” she whispered to Joey.

“Oh, Luciana,” Gino called as they cleared the threshold. “I want your green sapphires. You give Bruno your earrings, as a token of your appreciation for me bringing you two amateurs in on my score.”

Chapter Six

It was 7:50, Thursday morning. Alec watched the lobby surveillance camera from his room for Lucy’s arrival. Frustration still pounded through his chest at his thwarted attempt to get rid of his old enemy. Their dragon hunter had tracked Ambrogino to a seedy motel on the north side of the Strip, but by the time Alec got back to the casino, he was gone.

Ambrogino was feeling bold to have come to Vegas, to Alec’s turf. He usually hid himself away and operated through surrogates. He would have to be dealt with, and his return now, before the ceremony complicated things. There were those among the dragons who still believed Ambrogino’s claim to the throne.

Alec rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension and focused on what he knew about Lucy. Her brother’s gambling debts had to be the source of her erratic behavior. Alec knew Joey’s kind, adrenaline junkies who thought every roll, every card, every horse held the answer to their problems.

It was sad, really. They rarely won, and when they did win, the money was spent as soon as the chips were cashed. They fueled his casino, and for that he liked their undaunted optimism, but not if it upset Lucy, not if it endangered her and forced her into stealing.

He had to get Lucy away from Joey without scaring her. He needed time to sway Lucy to him, seduce her until she understood what a future as his mate could be. Unfortunately, with his dragon form fading and the ceremony a few short days away, he did not have a lot of time.

Lucy stepped into the gilded entry at precisely 8 a.m. She carried a briefcase, wore a buttoned-up dark suit and low heels, her hair was tucked up, and she had on dark-framed librarian glasses. Alec smiled at the monitor, intrigued by the abrupt change in appearance. Was this the real Lucy, or the vamp from the night before?

He pushed the com button on his phone. “Jane, please show Dr. De Luca to my suite.”

“Your personal suite, Jer’ol?” Jane couldn’t keep her astonishment from her voice.

“Yes.” The word was final.

Jane’s question was well deserved. His suite was on the top of the casino, 130 stories up, in the dragons’ private quarters. No human had ever been brought into their inner domain.

Dragons considered humans an inferior race, weak both mentally and physically. When it was discovered that the Fates had chosen a human mate for the Dragon King, there would be serious problems. The dragons would doubt his authority and power in the face of such a providential insult. And then there was Ambrogino, somewhere out there, stirring up a revolt. There would be rumbles of dissention, and he would probably receive a blood challenge, or two, or three…

Alec let out a sigh. He hated, above all things, to kill one of their own, but sometimes it could not be avoided. Kill or be killed—even in the 21st century, the dragons still adhered to the ancient ways.

His dragons, housed on the top floors of the casino, were already jittery because of the arriving families and approaching ceremony. Their musky mating scent could be detected by any dragon in Nevada, and probably the entire West Coast. The reinforced concrete walls of the dragon towers would be tested for strength before everyone settled into their destined pairs.

Alec needed to get things settled with Lucy and refocus on his people. In generations past, it had not been impossible to find places in the world where they could congregate. His grandfather’s rule had been largely peaceful, on a remote South Pacific island. But his father’s people had seen their haven disturbed by satellites and would-be explorers.

Questions that would not go away, asked by humans who would not leave them alone.

Alec had traveled the world, gathering his lieutenants from the hidden dragon folds and enclaves, speaking words of peace to warring factions, promising a place where they could do more than survive, a place where they could thrive.

A knock sounded at the door. Alec turned off the surveillance screen. “Come in.”

Jane admitted Lucy and left with a look of disapproval.

“Lucy,” he greeted her with a welcoming smile. “I have breakfast ready.” He padded barefoot to an elegantly laid out table and pulled out a chair for her.

Lucy scanned his workout shorts and damp T-shirt, and then peered at the table. Her nose wrinkled with confusion. “Ahh…” She reached into her briefcase and held some papers toward him without crossing the room. “I have my contract for you to sign.”

“Of course.” Alec waved to the breakfast table. “We can go over it after breakfast.”

Lucy gripped her briefcase to her stomach and looked like she might bolt. “I’ve already eaten.”

“But I haven’t.” Alec tried to appear disarming. “I would enjoy your company. Would you eat with me?”

Lucy wavered, biting her bottom lip, and then seemed to come to a decision. She stepped across the room with quick strides. “I didn’t expect you to be so…casual.”

Alec seated her at his right side. Her just-showered scent filled his nose. Sharp longing raced through his blood. He took a quiet breath and placed his palms gently on her shoulders. Lucy jumped and frowned at him.

“There are many things about me that you might find surprising.”

“I’m here for business.” Lucy squirmed out from under his hands and set the contract between their plates. “I’m not interested in being one of your conquests.”

Alec sat and spread his napkin across his lap. “Why do you assume that I only have conquests?” He drank a tart mouthful of fresh-squeezed orange juice and buttered a roll. “My relationships are not conquests—they’re more like mergers.”

“Mergers?” Lucy laughed, all prickly and brittle. “Is that the best line you have?”

“Do you always wear glasses?”

“When I’m working.” She poured coffee from a silver carafe into her cup. The pot shook slightly before she put it down.

“And a pant suit?” He let his eyes wander from the button below her chin to the curve of her waist.

Lucy blushed. “Please quit asking me non-business related questions.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Alec took a bite of his roll.

“No.” Her pulse raced at the side of her neck, but her stare was direct. “You do not affect me at all.”

“Really?” He laughed because he knew she was lying. Her cheeks were red and she chewed her bottom lip in a gesture he now realized was her way of trying to conceal nerves. “Fine, you ask me something. Just no business.”

Lucy tilted her head. She wanted to take the challenge. He could almost see her agile mind flipping through possibilities.

“What’s your favorite jewel in your collection?”

Her question was borderline business, but to a dragon, jewels were always personal. “I have a black opal the size of my palm. It’s my favorite.”

“Like the one on your signet ring?”

“Yes.”

“Why is it your favorite, when you have so many?”

What was she really asking? Whether dragon or human, the mind of a female was an enigma. He struggled to put his feelings into words. “It resonates with my heart.” He put down his knife and touched his chest. “When I hold it, I feel a part of it, and it becomes a part of me.”

Lucy’s mouth opened, and she watched his face with wide eyes.

“I can feel the history—the heat and fire and passion that forged it. I respect its journey, and it knows I will treasure it and keep it safe, always.”

“A merger,” she whispered.

“A melding.”

…

Lucy swallowed hard. The man was pure temptation. His worn gym shirt clung to his shoulders and chest and showed the ridges of his stomach muscles. Under the table, his bare feet reached toward her, brushing her leg at irregular, unnerving intervals, sending tingles up her proper business pants leg. She was totally disarmed by the sincere look in Alec’s eyes when he talked about his jewels. It was as if he also talked about her. As if he wanted to hold her, treasure her, keep her safe, too.

Impossible.

She tapped the contract beside her empty plate. Gino’s thug, Bruno, had said she could get Alec’s thumbprint on the contract’s plastic cover. But now that she was beside Alec, she realized it would not be an easy task.

“Why’re you so tense?” Alec reached his hand across the table and stroked a warm, calloused palm over her clenched knuckles. “You’re not going to relax until we go through that contract, are you?”

Lucy’s breath caught in her chest. As if in slow-mo, she handed him the contract.

“Just open it to the signature page for me.” Alec pointed at the white tablecloth. “I have butter on my fingers.”

No. She needed him to touch the plastic cover. “Don’t you want to read it?” Her voice sounded tight. He had to read the thing to mark it with his print.

“What is your time frame and fee?”

“Four weeks. Twenty-five now, twenty-five when I’m done.” It was fair. The same contract she had given collectors all over the world. She’d considered raising the price, but remembered, pigs got fat, but hogs got slaughtered.

There was enough pork in this deal already with Gino.

“Sounds good.”

“You should read it.”

“I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t trust me.” The words slipped out. Lucy rushed to cover them with generalities. “I mean, you shouldn’t trust anyone. You’re one of the richest men in the world. I might be taking advantage of you.”

“I can only hope.” Alec lifted his brows and smiled. “Pen?”

The contract lay on the table between them unopened. Lucy scrambled in her briefcase and handed him a pen. Alec wiped his hands clean with a napkin and carefully opened the contract to the last page. Lucy watched his thumb brush the top and flip open the pages.

Was it enough of thumbprint? After the whole knife-in-Joey’s-hand episode, she wanted to get it right this time. She did not want to have to come back. She regarded the opened plastic cover with dawning dismay. This would never work. It was a ridiculous plan.

Alec signed with sharp strokes, unaware of her turmoil. Anger swelled up in Lucy. Of course he would sign his name that way, all sharp, forward slanting, no loops, no tilt—just hard-driving letters—and no thumbprint in sight.

“You won’t be able to start your appraisal today.”

“What?” His words jarred her eyes away from the page.

She hadn’t planned on doing the appraisal at all. The contract he didn’t read allowed her to cancel without notice. She had planned on making the print drop and coaxing Joey into a nice relaxing trip to Rio de Janeiro. She already had the tickets in her car, 2 p.m., one-way through Miami. She would ply him with the promise of business class, unlimited Jack and Coke, and topless ladies in thongs on the Copacabana beach.

“You won’t be able to start today,” Alec repeated. “Someone stole my keycard last night.” He lifted his dark blue gaze to her and held her eyes until she looked away. “All the security codes are being reconfigured. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to start.”

“Tomorrow…” Tomorrow seemed a lifetime away. Panic clawed at her stomach. She would have to go home, to Joey and Bruno and Gino. Joey would be upset that she hadn’t gotten a good print. No way would he leave with her. Gino would be angry, very angry.

“Maybe I could do some preliminary work here?” And stalk his thumb around the casino like a fingerprinting bloodhound.

“The whole exhibit is sealed.”

“I’m sure I can find something to do.”

Alec leaned toward her. “What would it take for you to relax, not think about work for a day?”

“Relax?” Lucy crossed her arms, beyond annoyed at his patronizing tone.

“You know, your muscles are loose and your mind floats? Kind of like sleeping, but you’re awake.” Alec tilted his chair back. His stomach muscles contracted under the damp shirt, and she got a faint whiff of just-exercised man. She inhaled deeply, holding the scent in her lungs until she had to let it go.

“Must be nice to have no worries.” Her words were harsh, even to her ears.

Alec thumped the front of the chair down on the carpet. “Oh, I have worries. I just know how to put them aside for a while. Enjoy the pleasures of life.”

“We’re back to sex, aren’t we? The cure-all for what ails you.”

“Absolutely.” Alec smiled, picked up her hand, and ran his thumb up the pads of her index and middle fingers. A shiver danced in her belly at his touch. A gypsy had once told her that because her love line stretched to her index finger, she would have a passionate love life. She always figured it was nonsense. This man made her wonder.

“I bet if I had my assistant book us at the spa for the day that you wouldn’t go along with it.” Alec released her palm and sat back with his fingers steepled on the table.

Lucy cradled her hand to her chest. “You’re right.” She’d never even had a pedicure before. She didn’t have time for a bunch of frou-frou nonsense. Inside her briefcase, her phone rang, a nice old fashioned ring-ring. She looked at the phone face before silencing it and setting it on the table. It was Joey. Dammit. She’d told them to give her some time.

“What do you want more than anything else in the world?” Alec asked.

Lucy tried to follow his absurd conversation. “Lode Berken’s custom jewel loupe and cutting set.” It was true, she did want the set, never mind that it was secured behind three-inch thick bulletproof glass in a Tel Aviv museum.

“Lode Berken?”

“The creator of the diamond polishing wheel. It’s in the international jewel museum in Israel.”

“Ahhh.” Alec smiled. “So it’s one of a kind.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll bet you a replica of Berken’s set that even if you spend the day with me at the spa, you’ll still not be able to relax.”

Seriously? Lucy’s mouth gaped open. He was still on the spa? He might as well have suggested she bake a cake and have a birthday party, with freakin’ candles and balloons and party hats.

“You can’t deliver a set like his. Berken spent his lifetime collecting the jewels on it.”

“What if I could?”

What if he could? Lucy zeroed in on his face, noting his navy-blue eyes were leveled on hers. He seemed undaunted, a man who had pushed a pawn into her territory for her to sidestep or trounce. Her choice.

“Let me get this straight. All I have to do is go to the spa with you—and relax—to win a replica of a priceless national heirloom.”

“Yep.”

“And what would I lose if I can’t relax?”

“Dinner.” Alec smiled. “After the spa, of course.”

“That seems like a very uneven bet.”

“All the best ones are.”

Her phone rang again, vibrating on the table. It was Gino this time. Lucy jabbed the silence button. Damn. Damn. Damn. Why wouldn’t they leave her alone?

Fury, anger, hopelessness built in her chest until she felt like she would explode in an irrational tirade of Italian profanity. She took a deep breath, swallowed the words, and chewed on her lip.

Alec took another sip of his juice, all relaxed and at ease, the smug king of his freakin’ kingdom. Lucy swallowed a shuddering exhale and took another breath. She held it and focused on his too handsome face. He deserved to pay up. It would be nothing to him.

Why not?

Why not go to the freakin’ spa with a man with more money than she could imagine and fewer worries than Zeus? Maybe she could nab his thumbprint while he was getting a facial. At the very least, she could hide out from Gino and Joey.

Lucy stood up from the table and extended her hand to shake. “I’ll take your bet.”

“Oh no, this kind of agreement requires a different binder.” Alec pushed himself to his feet and stepped around the table.

Lucy stepped back. He was going to kiss her again.

Her lips tingled and her gut tightened in anticipation. That kiss yesterday had been one of the best of her life, pulling her body into sharp awareness. She should stop him, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel her nerves come alive, one last time.

Slowly, Alec pulled off her glasses. “I like these.” His fingers folded the glasses closed, and his thumbs pressed against the lenses. He smiled and set them on the table.

Lucy stared at her glasses on the white tablecloth. Alec’s buttery thumbprint had smeared the lens. Elation swept from her belly to her ribcage. She stepped into his open arms, going on her tiptoes, and met his mouth in an abandoned kiss.

Alec’s lips opened above hers in surprise, and she pressed her advantage, winding her arms around his neck, inhaling the wonderful male scent of him. Her head spun with pleasure, and she dove deeper into the kiss. Alec pulled her groin snug into his. Her stomach coiled and desire spun, threatening her balance.

“Mary, Joseph, and Peter.” She broke away and wiped the back of her mouth with a shaky hand. She was hot, under her skin, in her veins, like she would burst into flames. Sweat dotted her forehead and she wiped that away, too.

“What was that about?” Alec held his hands away from his sides in question.

“It was just a kiss.” Lucy smiled but her mouth trembled. She shook her head and laughed, and the carefree sound bounced around the room with a maniacal lilt.

“It was not just a kiss.”

She ignored his confusion and carefully put the contract and thumb-printed glasses into her briefcase. She had her print. Joey would be safe while she spent some quality time at the spa with a gorgeous man. She could reschedule their flight to tomorrow. The day couldn’t get any better. She might even have to relax a little…Explore the tingling that Alec started every time he touched her.

“I need to take my briefcase to my car and make a call,” Lucy said. And make a pit stop in the women’s bathroom on the first floor where Gino was expecting the print drop.

“I can send someone for you.”

“No, no I don’t want to bother anyone.”

“It’s no bother.” Alec frowned and opened the curtain behind the table. Blue Nevada sky stretched in every direction.

Lucy stared at the top of the New York, New York replica of the Statue of Liberty, and her head spun a warning dial. “How high up are we?”

“130 stories.” Alec opened the sliding door and stepped onto an open porch. His shoulders veed to muscled hips, his legs shifted with animal-like grace. He turned in a circle with his arms wide, as if he wanted to jump off. “I need a little air.”

“Be careful.” Lucy’s brain whiplashed from pleasure to panic, reactions she could not control. She needed to get away from the porch, hunch against an interior wall, lie down on the ground. She took a step backward, then another. “Heights really do bother me.”

Alec frowned, then stepped inside and latched the door. “It’s okay.”

“A walk to my car would do me some good.”

He steadied her arm. “If you insist.”

Alec’s tone sounded suspicious, and Lucy’s eyes snapped to his face. Did he know? Was he just playing along? Had her elation clouded her judgment?

What if it was all a gilded trap?

Chapter Seven

In the entryway of The Cathedral Spa, Lucy paused. The spa took up two floors and was made with stone arches and balustrades, making it look like a medieval cathedral. Along the exterior wall were authentic flying buttresses resembling those at Notre Dame. A stream, complete with foot bridges and waterfalls, wound through the entry and disappeared beside an arched doorway. The sound of birds, real birds singing, twittered through the air.

“I’ve read about this place,” Lucy said to Jane, Alec’s always-handy assistant.

Jane nudged her forward to the front desk. “It’s only been open for a month, but it has already received a five-star rating from Condé Nast and the Refined Traveler.”

A limestone balcony peeked above their heads, and colored cushions and Persian carpets accented serene seating areas. Stained glass panels with pictures of colorful dragons in flight and woodland and meadow scenes adorned arched windows. The effect was like being inside a glittering jewelry box. Lucy’s fingers curled with pleasure.

“This is Dr. De Luca,” Jane said to a woman dressed in light green medical scrubs. “Mr. Gerald will be joining her for a morning of services.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The woman typed on her computer. “Rosa and Lilly Belle are ready for them now.”

“I’m not much for facials and pedicures,” Lucy warned the anxious-to-please attendant. The woman just smiled and looked unconcerned.

“I’ll have suitable clothing sent up for the rest of the day. Size 8, petite?” Jane asked.

Lucy nodded. It seemed Jane was less friendly than before, but it was hard to tell beneath her overly professional manner. “I’ve never spent the day in a spa before. This wasn’t my idea.”

“Try to enjoy yourself anyway. Before we enticed Rosa away from the Venetian, she had a five-month waiting list.” Jane left, her closed-toe heels tap-tapping across the cobblestones to the elevator.

“This way.” The attendant led her along the stream, through the limestone arch, and into a private locker room. She handed Lucy a fluffy white robe and rhinestone flip-flops. Lucy looked at the sparkly shoes. Pure paste. Really, someone should complain about the quality of their fake jewels. Lucy smiled wide and kicked off her practical shoes.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it? I’ve worked in three spas, and this one is the best.” The attendant pointed through an iron gate. “You’ll join Mr. Gerald for your services in the atrium.”

“What services?”

“You’ll start with steam therapy and then have a hot stone massage, followed by aqua therapy. Mr. Gerald has arranged for you to have a mani pedi and facial at the end of the morning.”

“Mr. Gerald isn’t staying to have his nails done?”

“No.” The woman seemed slightly appalled at the idea and turned to leave. “You can put your clothes in the locker.”

“Wait,” Lucy called. Lucy didn’t like being naked with her gynecologist. She was way more than just uncomfortable about being anywhere near Alec Gerald naked. “What clothes am I changing into?”

The woman paused with her hand on the door. “Most people prefer to be nude. You’ll be completely alone.”

“With Mr. Gerald and Rosa.”

“And his masseuse.” The woman tilted her head politely. “I can get you a swimsuit if you would prefer it?”

“Yes, thank you.”

The woman nodded and left.

Lucy folded her clothing, feeling as if she were shedding her armor. She tucked her lacy bra and panties inside her folded suit and pulled on the soft robe. It fit her perfectly, making her wish she had a book, a couch, and a lounge chair under a sunbeam.

No doubt, Gino was discovering the changed codes to the exhibit room and would want her to steal another keycard. But he couldn’t get to her here, ensconced with Alec in a medieval world. Just for this day, she would escape her troubles.

The attendant returned with a scrap of a red bathing suit with the tag still on it.

Lucy stretched out the string bikini. The bottom was a tiny cloth triangle held together with leather buckles. The top was strapless with a buckle between the breasts. The price tag said $323.50.

“You’ve got to be joking.”

You can’t even get leather wet, her mind protested. It could probably only be worn once. Her normal suits were a la Targét, $29.99 at the most, and they worked just fine. And she could wear them until they wore out.

Pulling off the tag and putting the suit on, Lucy glanced in the mirror. She looked and felt as if she could be on the Gold Coast of Spain, except for her scout–troop-leader hair. She considered taking it down but decided it might provide some semblance of normalcy to the surreal experience. Best to not get too soft and mushy.

She slipped on the flip-flops and moseyed to the atrium—and found her sunbeam.

Sunlight poured through the glass-vaulted ceiling, casting a rainbow on the tiles below. The stream bubbled and rushed to a waterfall next to her, and chimes danced somewhere on an artificial wind.

Alec reclined on a chaise, wearing a black robe. He smiled when he saw her and stood as she approached. “Here you are.” His black robe parted at his chest, showing hard pec muscles and dark hair that trailed down to his chest. Something twisted below her own navel, tight and needy. “How do you like the spa so far?”

“It’s good.” Lucy swallowed, dear Lord help her. The tingling in her belly was not letting up. He was oh-so fabuloso. Uncertainty flooded her with a feeling akin to shyness. What did one do when spending the day with an uber-hot gazillionaire you had plotted to steal from? She laced her hands in front of her robe, feeling like an uncertain sightseer landed in Oz.

“Are you sure?” Alec stepped closer. His hand lifted her chin with warm fingers.

Lucy stared into his navy eyes. In the sunlight, they were multi-faceted sapphires with hints of gold circling the pupils. He shut his eyes and leaned down to kiss her.

The gentle kiss hit her with the force of a cherry bomb exploding underwater. The vibration ran from her lips, to her stomach, and down her shaky legs. Alec deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing her mouth open. The tension in her groin began to pulse in time with her heartbeat, loud in her ears. Alec snaked his hand into her robe, his palm rubbing the curve of her hip. She wanted to pull him inside the beat of her body.

“Come on, we’ll start in the private sauna area.” Alec threaded his fingers through hers and led her to a glass door.

“What about the masseuses?”

“They’ll join us afterward.” He untied his robe.

Lucy held her breath. Was he naked under the robe? Her mind filled in the blanks: tapered shoulders, taut butt, powerful legs…

Alec smiled wider, showing even white teeth. His eyes watched her face, as if he knew what she was thinking. Slowly, he pulled the lapels of his robe to the side, displaying his chest and modest blue bathing shorts.

“Nice…shorts,” she managed. Her mind was melting down with her body. Get a grip.

She unbelted her robe and handed it to him matter-of-factly, feeling self-conscious about her own body. She was fit and toned, but she wasn’t like the models he was probably used to seducing.

“You look lovely.” Alec hung her robe beside his and placed a gentle hand under her forearm before opening the glass door. Wet steam scented with eucalyptus gushed out. Lucy followed beside him, trying to get her bearings. She held up her forearms, surprised to find her skin already wet.

“I know you’re just checking out the goods.” The wet stream billowed through the space so that her voice sounded muffled inside a rainforest cloud.

“Your goods look especially good in that suit.” His smile was pure seduction, salted with good-natured lechery. The compliment spread happiness through her chest and a spark of abandon. She had already decided to enjoy herself, why not really enjoy herself?

Why not have a fling?

Alec eased her into the steam room until wet tiles touched her back, cold and slick in comparison to the moist heat. Water dripped into her mouth, salty and organic. Through the steam, his eyes where dark and intent.

“I’m going to kiss you again.” He kept his hands on the tile wall and leaned his head close, his body surrounding her. The kiss hit her hot and open and pulled the turmoil of the past few days from her mind so that all she could think of was that she wanted this. She wanted him.

For once in her life she wanted to do something selfish, impractical and utterly decadent.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered.

“I want this.”

“Good. That is good.” Lifting her right leg, Alec ran his hand up her slick calf to her knee, and then wrapped her leg around his hip. He steadied her with his hand and body, and his erection pushed against the soft skin at her belly. Hard and throbbing, it made her inner core clench and tremble. Her raised leg contracted and brought him closer into the space between them, until she was surrounded by his wet, hard warmth.

Alec ran his hand up the curve of her bottom and slipped his fingers under her suit, until his wandering fingers found the seam of her desire. Lucy’s insides burned in response, but Alec removed his hand and ran it up the side of her breast. “You’re important to me. I want you to know that.”

His words were a splash of cold water in the face, and Lucy pulled back. She didn’t believe him. She wished he had said nothing rather than ruin the moment.

“You don’t have to lie to me. We’re both adults here.”

“It’s true.” Through the haze, Alec frowned. “This is important to me.”

“Please.” Lucy shook her head. “Let’s pretend I’m one of your typical women—just shorter and brainier, maybe less tan.”

Alec laughed and set his hand on her shoulder. “Shorter and brainier, eh?” He moved his hand up her neck and brushed his thumb over her lip. “You’re so much more than just that.”

A hiss of scalding water echoed around the room, and Lucy crossed her arms between them. He could seduce her body in a hot second, but her head and heart were off limits.

“All right. Peace, Lucy.” Alec shook his head. “Let’s go to the dry saunas. You’ll start to prune if we stay in here.” When she didn’t move, Alec waited until she met his gaze. “Okay?”

“Okay.” She exhaled her frustration and followed him into a corridor tiled from floor to ceiling.

“This way.” He put a wet hand on her lower back. Sweat slid under her bathing suit top and trickled down her stomach. Alec opened another glass door. The dry sauna rooms surrounded a foyer with a round pool, inlaid with turquoise and cobalt blue tiles that reminded Lucy of a Mediterranean tide pool.

Alec walked to the pool and stepped off the edge. His large body disappeared under the water for a few seconds, then he came to the surface in rush. “Wooaawo,” he said, treading water and flipping black, wet hair off his face. His blue eyes were lighter in the pool, his expression playful. “Come on. It feels great.”

Lucy went to the side, feeling the air temperature drop dramatically against her slick skin. She hesitated.

“Don’t think about it,” Alec coaxed. “Just jump in. You’ll love it.”

“I’ve been in the baths in Turkey and Japan. I know what I’m doing.”

“But you’ve never been in them with me.”

“True, but I managed to enjoy them all the same.” Lucy jumped in. Shards of freezing water enveloped her body. All sound disappeared in a whirling vortex of icy sensation. Nerve endings made sluggish in the moist heat jumped to the surface of her skin, and tiny hair follicles puckered to sharp attention.

“Ahh,” she said when her head broke the surface.

“Just not as much.” Alec smiled a cocky smile. At her confused look, he continued. “You enjoyed your previous experiences without me, just not as much as you will with me.” He rested with his elbows on the ledge of the pool.

“You are the most confident man I have ever met.” Sharp metallic clarity followed the rush of cold sensation in her body. “You know, I don’t usually have flings with men I barely know.”

“That’s good.”

“So could we tone things down a bit between us?”

“Absolutely.” Alec hulled himself out of the pool with enviable strength. Water cascaded off his body and puddled around his bare feet. He walked to her side of the pool and reached for her hand, pulling her out beside him. Her body swayed toward him, and her heightened senses clamored at his touch. He held her a moment too long before turning to open one of the dry sauna doors.

“You use this one. I’ll go in the one beside you.”

Lucy swallowed a hard ache of longing. His good-natured willingness to give her some space was the sexiest thing he had done yet. Nobody in her life gave her space. Everyone demanded everything of her.

His consideration of her request made her want to reach for him all the more.

Hold on until she had to let go.

“Most people prefer to lie down on the ledge.” Alec was pointing out the features in the ten foot by five foot dry sauna room. “But you probably know that.” He held the door wide for her to enter. “I’ll set the timer for you.” He stepped out and shut the glass door, leaving her alone.

Lucy lay down on cinnamon-colored teak boards. Immediately, sweat pooled on her bare belly. When she lifted her pale legs in the air, white clouds obscured her ankles. Water ran from her calves to her hips, and her hair spread around her head in a loose mess. So much for the Girl Scout leader.

Her heart beat loudly in her ears, demanding more oxygen, less heat. Her mind wandered from Alec to Joey. What if Gino continued to threaten Joey to get her cooperation? How far was she willing to go to save her twin?

She turned over, but the air was just as hot. The timer said only ten minutes had elapsed. The suffocating room and her worrisome thoughts had her bolting up and grabbing for the door.

In the round foyer, the eucalyptus scent was welcome, cool, the smell of renewal and a distant San Francisco spring. She pulled the refreshing air into her lungs and leaned against the damp arabesque tile.

In an adjoining chamber, Alec sat on a bench, his legs wide apart and his bare feet solidly on the ground. His head rested in his large hands, and his dark hair pushed through his fingers. The muscles of his back flexed over his rib bones as he breathed. She had never seen him so still. He seemed troubled, probably wrestling with some mega-casino problem.

As if sensing her, he lifted his head and stood. He opened the door and came to her. “Too much heat for you?”

“Yes.”

“Then it is time for the rain shower and massages.” Alec stepped into a narrow alcove, and she followed. The sound of cascading rain and the occasional macaw monkey serenaded them when he flipped a lever. Cool water poured from the ceiling, sending a waterfall flowing down his face and back. His cheekbones and slightly crooked nose stood out under the rush of water. When he opened his eyes, he looked at her directly, with a gaze that was both curious and patient, a seductive combination that made Lucy want to stand closer and lean in.

Alec reached for her and pulled her under the shower with him.

The cold water hit her skin, making it tingle. “Oh!” She sprung from one foot to the other.

Alec laughed, and the sound had a careful tenor to it that plucked a too taut chord in her heart. He ran his hands over her breasts and under her hair. “Nothing happens here that you don’t want.” Lucy nodded, even as sensitive nerves stood on end and demanded more of his touch. He flipped another switch and the waterfall changed to a shower head pulsing warm water.

He put the nozzle between her shoulder blades, massaging her back, sending delicious currents through her body. “How’s that?” He moved the current down her backside, over the large muscles in her rear.

“Lovely.” Lucy moaned with pleasure. Why had she said she didn’t want this with him?

Was she crazy?

She should do this, grab the once in a lifetime chance at a gold ring held by a gorgeous man, prove the gypsy woman right—she would have passion in her life.

“I want to touch you.” Alec brought the shower nozzle to her inner thigh and put a wide hand at her back, gently caging her. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” The words left Lucy’s lips, and she knew in her heart they were true. Her body ached for what came next with him. Lucy reached back to hold his forearm in place. “Please.”

Alec flipped her in his arms so that her butt was pushed to his groin. He slid his hand inside the front of her bathing suit bottom and nibbled at her neck while his wet fingers circled her nub. Her stomach muscles tightened, and a low pulsing began between her legs. He rubbed with sure strokes and then moved the shower head over her.

“Ahh.” Sensation spiraled, and Lucy felt her knees go weak, but Alec anchored her to his chest. Methodically, he worked the nozzle, away and close, away and close, until Lucy grabbed his arm and held him still while her release shook through her limbs.

“Oh, God.” She clutched at his supporting arms and squeezed her eyes shut.

Alec dropped the shower handle and turned her in his arms. He braced her against the wall and lifted her so that her legs spread around him. He was hard and ready, but instead of seeking his own satisfaction, he kissed her gently on the lips.

“You are mine. Only what you want. Only what you are ready for.” Alec seemed to be talking to himself.

From her fog of pleasure, Lucy opened her eyes to see his blue ones inches from her own.

“Remember that,” Alec said, his voice too tight and serious for her lax mind.

“What?” Lucy blinked owlishly at him.

Alec grinned, all sexy playfulness again. “Everything really is better with me.”

Chapter Eight

Stretched out on a massage table in the atrium, Alec watched the masseuse work out muscle kinks on Lucy’s back.

“Sooo relaxed.” Lucy lay on her stomach under her white massage sheet. “You win.” She smiled at him and closed her eyes. “Twist my arm. I’ll just have to go to dinner with you now.” Her breathing became shallow and regular and she dozed.

It was a good start. He understood, even if Lucy did not yet, the level of trust she placed in him to relax like this in his presence. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on keeping his dragon under his human skin. He wanted Lucy with a desire that bordered on madness.

It had taken all his control to not take her in the shower, claim her as his. But they had some hard truths that needed to be spoken first—like why she had stolen his keycard for her brother—and the small fact that he was a dragon.

Alec shifted on the table.

“Too much?” Lilly Belle, kneading his calf muscle, misinterpreted his restlessness as discomfort.

“No, it is fine.”

It rankled that Lucy worked against him, that her loyalties to her guttersnipe brother were so great that she would deceive him. Would she be able to leave her brother behind to join him among the dragons? Alec thought back to the conversation he had witnessed between the siblings in Lucy’s kitchen. Lucy seemed a different person around her brother. The brother would be a problem, one way or another.

A knock sounded at the glass atrium door. Leo stood in the hallway, waiting to talk to him in person. He’d had enough massaging for the day anyway.

“That will be all for now,” he said to the masseuse. He wrapped the sheet around him before leaving the spa.

“A word, Alec.” Leo moved a short distance away and leaned against the corridor wall, lifting his knee so that the sole of his cowboy boot rested against the Venetian plaster.

Alec was not fooled by his casual posture. “What’s so important that you pull me away from my mate?” He couldn’t help the broad smile that stretched his mouth. To find one’s mate, it was the work of a lifetime for a dragon.

Leo gaped at him and pushed away from the wall. “Your mate? But, she is a human, and she stole your keycard.”

“Yes, I am aware of that.” Alec gave a what-else-you-got shrug.

“Does she wear your dragon mark?”

“Not yet.” Alec ground his teeth. He peered through the glass door into the atrium as Rosa kneaded her fingers down Lucy’s calf. “It has only been one day.”

“A dragon female would have shown your mark immediately.”

Alec crossed his arms and let dragon fire flicker in his eyes. “She is my mate.”

“You can’t have a human for a mate.” Leo pointed at the atrium but kept his voice low. “All the families who have sworn their loyalty to you will back out. It’s bloody bullshit.” Leo was an Aussie, and when he was upset his words always were very bloody.

“I can and I do, and I think it’s pretty damn miraculous. I’ll take my mate wherever I can find her—and so would you.” Alec spoke the truth, and they both knew it. Leo’s dragon form may not be at stake yet, but it most assuredly would be in a few years.

Leo grimaced at the reminder. “This could ruin everything we have worked to build. A human as your mate will bring your throne into question again. This must be why Ambrogino is back.”

“How would he know? I’ve only just discovered her myself.”

“He has his ways.”

“Are you suggesting I turn away from her, deny her?” Alec asked. “Leo, I can’t wait much longer, my form is fading.” It was an uncomfortable admission, even to his best and most trusted friend.

Leo didn’t look surprised. “I don’t know what I’m bloody suggesting.” He shook his head. “Her life will be in jeopardy.”

“I know. I will keep the fact that she is my mate a secret until the ceremony.”

“She’ll still need protection.” Leo said. “You’ll not be able to babysit her every moment.”

“Agreed.” Alec let the babysitting jab go. “Who do you recommend?”

“I don’t think Jane will do it.” Leo glanced at him sideways. “She had hoped the Fates would favor her for you.”

Alec regretted he’d caused Jane pain, but female dragons did not face the dire situation the males did. They would only weaken over time if they did not find a mate, not lose their dragon forms altogether. “It was not of my choosing, but I don’t regret it, either.”

“Yet.”

“It is done.” This time, Alec let his displeasure show on his face. “Who do you suggest to guard Lucy?”

“Lilly Belle would be a good choice. She is an ice dragon of Tyren’s fold.” Alec and Leo watched Lilly Belle through the glass door. She stood at ease but clearly alert. “She could take on two, maybe three dragons, and still win.”

Alec nodded. “I’ll talk to her. Is there anything else?”

“Security is holding a woman, a waitress from the Crazy Stallion bingo club downtown. She wants to talk to you, says she knows something about the missing keycard.” Leo’s quick recitation told Alec that this was the real reason for his visit.

“What did she say?”

“That the Maceonelli family is working through their Vegas enforcer for a big score in jewels from the exhibit. That it’ll be an inside job. That the jewel appraiser is in on it.”

“Damn.” Alec fisted his hands. Leave it to Lucy’s idiot brother to not only drag her through the mud, but expose her as well. “I take it that this woman is not the discreet type?”

Leo laughed. “Hardly.”

“What does she want?”

“Ten thousand dollars.”

“Give it to her.” Alec watched Rosa work her hands down to the curve of Lucy’s waist, and his dragon leaped under his skin. It was getting difficult to think past his consuming need for Lucy. “Put the woman in one of the suites until after the ceremony. Go ahead and comp everything, tell her she is our guest, but have someone gain her confidence so we can learn what she knows.”

“Okay, but what do you intend to do with Dr. De Luca after the ceremony?” Leo drummed his fingers against his pant leg.

“I don’t know.”

“She may not have a child—”

Alec exhaled in a rush, frustration beating a ratta-tat at his forehead. “I don’t know,” he repeated forcefully. “My dragon form will be rejuvenated whether she conceives or not.”

“You’re just going to send her back out with the humans?” Leo couldn’t hide the shock from his voice. “You are the bloody black dragon for God’s sake. You should at least care about continuing your family line.”

Alec put his hand on the glass door, ready to put physical space between him and his friend to end the conversation. “Tell no one about Lucy.”

“Wait.” Leo reached a hand to Alec’s shoulder and stopped him. “I’m happy for you, old friend. I’m sorry the situation does not let us rejoice as we should.”

“Later, we’ll celebrate. Now, we try to keep the peace.”

Alec strode into the atrium and motioned for Lilly Belle to follow him away from Rosa and Lucy.

“Jer’ol?” Lilly Belle asked. She was so tall that her eyes were on the same level as his.

“Lil, do you have hopes of finding a mate during the ceremony?” It was a private question, one he would not usually ask of any dragon.

Lilly Belle tensed but met his direct stare. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t wish to interfere with your family line, but I want to assign you to guard Lucy.”

“The human?” Lilly Belle’s eyes widened, and she glanced over his shoulder at the snoozing Lucy. “She’s in danger?”

“Yes.” Alec hoped he would not need to give her more of an explanation.

“You ask a great deal of me.” Lilly Belle regarded him with a frown.

“Yes.”

Lilly Belle’s muscled shoulders curved inward, and she squeezed her biceps with her opposite fingers. “Why?”

Alec blew out an exhale. “She’s important to me.”

“A human?” Lilly Belle shook her head and looked disappointed. “I swore my allegiance to you with Tyren, and you know I’ll do this because you have asked it, but you are going to have to tell me what’s really going on.”

“She’s my mate.” The words dropped from Alec’s mouth like weighted balloons bursting on the tiles.

Lilly Belle’s mouth gaped open, and her eyebrows shot to her white-blonde bangs. “Your mate? That’s impossible.”

“And yet it is so.” Alec smiled, a furl of pleasure spreading through his chest. Despite the many troubling details, he had found his destined mate. He would not let her go or allow her to be hurt.

Lilly Belle closed her mouth and stared hard at him. After a moment, she seemed to come to a decision. “You’re in luck, Jer’ol.” Lilly Belle’s voice was definitive and unwavering. “I have no wish for a mate from this ceremony.”

Relief flooded Alec, even as he noted Lil’s unusual approach to the ceremony. Even though the female dragons were less desperate to find their mates to maintain their dragon forms, they usually wanted children.

“Thank you.” Alec put both hands on her shoulders, just as he had done when he had first asked for her allegiance. “I’ll see you rewarded for your service.” He squeezed her tense shoulders and released her.

“I would like to carry the old weapons to guard the woman,” Lilly Belle said.

“Whatever you wish. Just talk to Jane or Leo.” Alec smiled at the thought of Lil brandishing a broadsword through the casino. “Try not to scare the humans.”

“They hardly notice their surroundings anyway.” Lil shook her head in disgust.

“And thank the Great One for that.” Alec watched Rosa work on Lucy’s back. “Is there anything else you require?”

“No, Jer’ol.” Lil gave a short bow.

Alec walked up to Lucy’s massage table. “A moment, Rosa.” He placed a gentle hand on Lucy’s bare back. “Lucy.”

Lucy did not move, but gave a feminine snore.

“Lucy,” he said again.

Lucy raised her head and pushed her tangled auburn hair out of her face. “Alec?”

“I’ve got some business to attend to.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner.”

“Okay…” Lucy lay back down and closed her eyes. “Sounds good.”

Chapter Nine

Lucy’s mind floated on a fuzzy endorphin cloud. She lay supine in a leather massaging chair, her white robe cuddling her in its snuggly embrace. The very talented Rosa had already worked out every kink in her body. The kneading of the machine at her back was all gravy.

Cello and violins serenaded Pachelbel’s Canon in D from the atrium heavens, and Lucy sipped a fresh lime and mint mojito through a straw. She couldn’t remember ever being more relaxed. She was buffed, polished, and lubed. Hell, an oil change would have been less thorough than the work over by the “saints” who ran the Cathedral Spa.

Saints. In a Las Vegas cathedral. How appropriate. She grinned at the connection, and her smile cracked her dried face mask.

“You okay?” the facialist asked.

“Ahhh haa,” Lucy murmured.

“I’ll have that off in a minute. Then you can talk.”

No rush. Lucy loved the whole not-being-able-to-talk thing. She had not uttered a word since Alec had left. Just a few hums, and ah-has, an occasional nah. The Cathedral saints spoke the language-of-spa most fluently.

The facialist placed a heated towel over her supposedly gold-infused face mask. Who knew? Gold was for more than just doubloons these days. Her Ph.D course had really neglected the age-reversal qualities of the rare metal. She’d have to email the curriculum director. This time, her smile came easily under the softening mud.

The woman pulled off the towel and wiped away the mask and several layers of skin. Her face and neck felt tight. After moisturizing the skin with magical lotions, the aesthetician blotted her face gently with a towel.

“There you go.” The woman gathered up her supplies and patted her hand. “You have time for one more service before lunch. Would you rather have hair and makeup or a mani pedi?”

Choices, choices. Lucy had never had her makeup professionally done, but her ragged cuticles and nails were a sight. Makeup or nails? The makeup came with hair, too. Done deal.

“Hair and makeup.”

The woman smiled. “Good choice.”

Lucy wondered if she would have said “bad choice” if she’d gone with nails.

“I’ll let Amanda know you’re ready for her.” The woman left, leaving Pachelbel in her wake.

Lucy closed her eyes, drifting back into the ether. Deep breaths filled her lungs with oxygen-infused air until a niggling feeling tightened her neck. Someone watched her. Her eyes popped open, and she looked around the room.

A man stood at the atrium door. It was Bruno, Gino’s henchman. How did he get there? He gestured his hand toward her, motioning for her to come into the hallway, but Lucy shook her head. What was he doing? They didn’t need her. She’d already dropped off her glasses with the print on them.

Bruno pulled a keycard out of his pocket and held it up to her before mouthing, “It doesn’t work.”

Mary, Joseph and Peter. They wanted her to get the new key card. “NO,” she mouthed. Bruno reached for the door handle.

“Excuse me!” Lucy’s under-used voice squeaked. Her mojito slipped from her hands and spilled on the floor.

Alec’s masseuse, Lilly Belle, pushed away from her post at the wall and walked to her.

At the door, Bruno looked pointedly at Lilly Belle and scowled. He pulled out his cell phone, turned on his heel, and left.

“Testa di merda.” Lucy thumped her head back on the pillow. Her heart raced in her chest like a jackhammer splitting concrete.

“What did you want?” the Viking-looking woman asked.

“I dropped my cup.” Lucy managed the quick excuse.

The woman looked incredulous, like she couldn’t believe Lucy had disturbed her over a spilled drink. “Guess you’re done with it, then.”

“Yep,” Lucy answered. She was done—done, done, done. Her goose was cooked. Charred. Gino would know where she was now. But where was Joey? Her stomach flopped over and fisted under her ribs.

A pretty brunette with magenta streaks in her hair hustled into the atrium. Three assistants followed carrying equipment. In no time, they had her drink cleaned up and a hair salon set up around her massage chair.

“Wow.” Lucy commented on their efficient hustle.

“It’s nice, huh?” Amanda gave a carefree laugh, obviously used to providing over-the-top service. “Mind if I tilt you back? I’ll wash your hair while you tell me what you’d like.”

“Could I get my cell phone? I think it’s in my locker.” She looked at one of the assistants. He shuffled off to the changing room without a word.

“Is this red your real color?” Amanda asked.

“Yes.”

“Very nice, but you could use some highlights on the top.”

“Oh, I really need to get going. I just thought a quick wash and blow out—”

“We have the coolest diamond extensions that I can weave in at your scalp,” Amanda said, not listening to her. “Some strawberry blonde on top would be perfect.”

“Ah, can I just do simple?”

Amanda stepped back, her face affronted. “I don’t mean to brag.” She held her hands to her side like Vanna White in a new dress. “But I am something special in stylist circles. I can’t just let you stroll out of here with a plain-old blow out. You need a touch of Amanda.”

A touch of Amanda.

Lucy let the ridiculous phrase land in her mind. She was safe from Bruno and Gino as long as she stayed with other people. She could figure out where Joey was while Amanda worked. “Okay, but don’t cut the length.”

Amanda began mixing color in little bowls, while an assistant tore precise foil strips.

The young man came back from the locker room and handed her the cell phone. “Thank you,” Lucy said before dialing Joey’s number. It rang once before his voice mail message came on.

“Hello?” Joey’s voice said. “Hello?”

Lucy knew better than to try to talk to the annoying recorded message that made it seem like he had answered. She waited for the beep. “Joey,” she said. “I had a vis-i-tor. I need to talk to you. Call me.” She hung up and typed in a text message to his phone: CALL ME.

Pressure built in her chest. She could have been strapped to an electric chair instead a leather massaging chair. Relax. Relax. Breathe. She instructed her tense body, but it did not listen.

P words: petrify, post traumatic, powder keg, pulverize… She started her calming exercises. She was safe. Bruno would never dare attack her in front of witnesses. And they needed Joey. Her breathing steadied and her vision cleared. The stream and violins trickled back into her consciousness. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Her phone beeped. It was Joey. PARTY UNDERWAY. NEED ICE.

She blew out the last of her panic. Joey was fine. Fine enough to ask for freakin’ ice, which was no doubt code for the new security card. Aggravation coursed through her and she shook her head.

Joey and Gino could damn well get their own “ice.” She wasn’t doing it this time. They would have to find their own way into the exhibit. Gino couldn’t blackmail her with hurting Joey if he couldn’t call her or get close enough to her to deliver the threat. And it was Joey’s own damn fault for not getting out of town.

STORE RAN OUT OF ICE. She typed the text with pounding strokes. PARTY IN RIO. TICKETS IN MY CAR. TURNING OFF PHONE. She leaned back and closed her eyes, forcing air into her tight lungs.

“You good now?” Amanda asked.

She rolled her head to release her tense neck muscles. “Could I get another mojito, please?”

…

A few hours later, Lucy stood in front of a mirror in an elegant bedroom suite. Her upswept hairdo was all that—and a touch of Amanda, too. The only thing missing was a crown and a magic carpet to have flown her to her room.

Outside her double-locked hotel door, the large Viking-looking woman waited on her to finish dressing. Lucy was grateful for her presence. It all but guaranteed Gino or Joey wouldn’t bother her for more ice.

The woman’s nametag had said Lilly Belle. It was a silly name for such an imposing woman. She had to be six feet tall, with veiny arm muscles and stocky legs. She was about as much a Lilly as a rawhide bone, and even less a Belle.

Lucy turned to study her reflection in the mirror. Her skin glowed with exfoliated and mineral-soaked health. She wore the La Perla lingerie set that had been waiting for her on the bed. The bra and panties were white and made from the softest lace that cupped and lifted in all the right places.

The professionally applied makeup made her eyes big and her cheekbones stand out. Her face appeared more triangular, like a sultry pixie with good skin. Her hair was improved by the addition of lighter reddish highlights. Strands of fake diamonds glittered through her braided up-do like a princess’ tiara.

“Princess for the day,” she whispered to her reflection.

They had been too poor for new clothes when she and Joey were kids. While other kids went to the mall, she and Joey had gone to Goodwill. Memories of schoolyard taunts flooded her mind. Simon says: bend over and touch your toes… Oh! Look! Lucy has a hole in her pants, you can see her underwear! Hot mortification, now twenty years old, flooded her dressed-up self from her head to her heart.

Days like this didn’t just happen. There would be a price. But her heart felt like she had landed inside a fairy tale. She wanted to believe in happily ever after and magic, just for the night. Lucy sighed at the dilemma she didn’t exactly want to resolve, but she knew herself too well.

Pragmatism would win.

Guess you could change the clothes, but you couldn’t change the woman.

Lucy sighed and padded to the hotel window to peek outside. Her room was in one of the towers at the top of the casino that looked like the tines of a gold crown from the ground. The planes circling on the horizon seemed to be at her same elevation. She was very high up in the air. Her head spun and she stepped back and clutched the curtain for support.

Next to her tower, six other tined towers circled around the casino roof. The roof was green with palm trees and plants. In the middle, a long rectangular pool reflected the cloudless afternoon sky. At the pool’s corners, four oasis-motif whirlpools bubbled from boulders. She didn’t want to guess how much it cost to pump water, in the desert no less, over one-hundred-thirty stories into the air. The evaporation rate alone would be staggering.

Shaking her head, she released the curtain and walked toward the plush bed. A knit wrap dress lay in plastic sheeting for her dinner date with Alec. She had already peeked at the brand, Diane von Furstenberg. More princess material, but she knew it would be amazing on her curves.

Alec would like it…

Her toes curled in the plush carpet, and heat spiraled in her belly at the memory of his muscled backside on the massage table. She remembered the scent of moist eucalyptus and inhaled deeply.

The “you are mine” comment in the shower was a little stalkerish, but people said funny things in the heat of the moment. Hell, if he had asked her to, she would have pledged allegiance to the shower nozzle, and that was before the spa and amazing lingerie.

Enough. She was going to quit thinking and start enjoying. She picked up the beautiful dress and tied it on, loving the silken stretch of the knit material.

Alec was a once-in-a-lifetime fling, making her more a Cinderella than a true princess—her glass coach would turn into a pumpkin soon, whisking her back to her normal life. She would do what any intelligent Cinderella would do—enjoy her Prince Charming—until the fairy tale came to an end, and she grabbed Joey and boarded a plane to Brazil.

Two knocks sounded at Lucy’s hotel door. She startled at the rap-rap sound, and her heart banged in her chest. Lilly Belle had told her not to rush.

Could it be Bruno?

Her mind replayed the sound, trying to discern who was on the other side. The knocks had not been overly demanding, but still a solid rap-rap that knew she would open the door. Slightly impatient and confident.

Alec, it had to be Alec.

Nerves zinged along her skin, and the twin impulses to hide or fling the door open cascaded through her veins. Silly. Get it together.

Swallowing down excitement, Lucy took a deep breath and strode across the room to open the door.

Alec stood with his hands in the pockets of his black pants. He wore a white shirt unbuttoned below his collar, the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He grinned when he saw her and his eyes dropped to her high-heeled sandals, then tiptoed up her bare legs, to her waist, and her chest before stopping on her face.

“You look beautiful.”

Blood rushed to her cheeks. “Thank you.”

She should probably invite him in, but instead she stared at the ground, focusing on his shoes. They were black and shiny, and the hem of his pants broke over the top just right.

She acted like she had never been on a date before. “Would you like to come in?”

Alec’s fingers lifted her chin so that her eyes met his dark blue ones. He smiled gently and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her lips. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I like your shoes.” As couth went, it wasn’t the greatest response, but at least it was honest.

Alec released her chin and looked amused. “My shoes?”

“They’re big and shiny,” she rambled. “And you know what they say about big feet.”

Mary, Joseph, and Peter. Had she really just said that?

Out loud?

Hot embarrassment flooded her cheeks and she chanced a quick look at his face. Alec smiled, and his white teeth stretched below amused eyes.

“No,” he said, but his wide smile said otherwise. “Do tell?”

“I, ah. I just noticed them, that’s all,” she managed, feeling like the village idiot.

Alec’s pupils dilated, and a tight intensity settled over his features. “Well, I am glad you approve of my big feet.” He cleared his voice. “I have a gift for you.” Alec walked into her room and opened an adjoining door. “My rooms are through here. Come on in.”

A gift? Lucy forced a surprised laugh through her throat and closed the hallway door. “That’s not necessary. The spa and the dress…” She was rambling, and Alec was already gone, rightly assuming she would follow.

Anger fired through her system—did he still think she could be bought? Even as her mind threw out the javelin, she knew it was false. Anger was just her go-to emotion to cover all manner of discomfort.

Alec Gerald unsettled her equilibrium in a way no other man ever had. Get a grip. It was just a date, a possible fling, nothing more. A gorgeous man, in a gorgeous place, whose presence just happened to shield her from Gino and Joey.

It would be fun. Fun, fun, fun.

You could package this evening and Alec Gerald into a silent-auction item and make thousands. Women would line up for hours to bid on a date with this man.

Win-win.

Right?

Nothing resolved in her mind, Lucy walked into the next room, still uncertain and unbalanced “How many gifts do you usually give to your women?”

“There are no other women.” Alec waited for her in the foyer near an elaborate wrought iron staircase. “Just you.”

Over his shoulder were a gourmet kitchen and sunken living room. The outside wall was made of glass and had wide sliding doors that opened onto balconies and blue sky. In the back, she could see the breakfast room they had been in that morning.

Lucy stopped next to him, feeling like Alice following the rabbit down the dark hole.

Alec reached out and pushed the frame of a Renaissance style picture of St. George and the Dragon to the right. A staircase opened in the floor near the glass wall with the sound of an unearthed crypt.

“I’d like to show you something.” Alec stepped down the first few stairs and glanced back at her. “You coming?”

Lucy closed her gaping mouth. “Where?”

“You’ll have to come to see.” His words sounded amused even as his dark-haired head disappeared from view.

Lucy hurried down the curving stone steps after him. At the bottom, she walked along a narrow sunlit passage until she came to a fork where two paths diverged. She could have been in Greece, exploring the pillaged Acropolis. “Alec?”

“Take the left path.” Alec called, his voice sounding very close.

Lucy stepped left. This passage was dark and lit by iron wall sconces. A huge steel door opened into what looked like a wine cellar. Alec sat on a stool in the middle of room next to a rustic table. “Come on in.”

Lucy walked forward with cautious steps.

“I’d like to test your senses with jewels.” Seated on the stool, Alec’s dark gaze was level with hers.

Lucy frowned. “My senses are excellent.”

Alec laughed, “I’m sure they are.” He handed her a blue silk scarf. “Tie it around your eyes. No peeking.”

Lucy closed her eyes and tied the scarf. Without sight, her other senses went into high gear. Alec still smelled like the eucalyptus steam shower. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and she put her hand on the table to steady herself. The worktable was smooth under her fingers, worn soft by an unspecified passage of time.

Alec’s hand covered hers, and he guided her to the stool. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Then he was gone. A chill wrapped her ankles and snaked inside her plunging neckline. She heard Alec’s footfalls across the stone floor a few moments later. Lucy listened, noticing the way his heel struck and rolled to his foot pad in one fluid motion.

“Open your hand.”

Lucy un-fisted her palm on the table.

Alec placed a heavy stone in her hand. “Touch it. Use your senses and tell me what you feel.”

Lucy was intrigued. She knew her stones, but blindfolded? That was just silly. They all felt the same, didn’t they? No, her mind whispered. Sapphires had that heat trapped inside, emeralds felt like water, a diamond was cold like arctic ice, and a ruby was so soft that she always expected it to dent under her tools.

The stone in her hand was slightly smaller than her palm, uncut, and rough on its edges…except there. She ran her thumb over a spot as smooth as glass. A flare hit her fingertips, and she bobbled the stone.

“Easy.” Alec wrapped his larger hand around hers and set the rock aside. “What did you feel?” He whispered the question in her ear as if he wanted to reach her soul.

“Fire.”

“What does that mean to you?”

“A sapphire.”

“Very good.” Alec untied the scarf.

Lucy opened her eyes and squinted, disoriented by the return of her vision. On the table sat a beautiful red-orange stone. She inhaled sharply. “Holy Mary, Joseph—”

“And Peter,” Alec supplied. “It’s a Padmaraga Sapphire, still uncut.”

Lucy stroked the top of the stone, awestruck. “I tried to see one in Sri Lanka, but they wouldn’t permit a woman to view it.”

“Well, you’re seeing it now.” Alec leaned his hip into the table. “I’d like you to cut it for me.”

Lucy’s mouth opened, and the chill from the vault rushed over her tongue. “But, a Padma sapphire this size…it’s probably worth millions.”

“I trust you with it.”

Lucy’s mind immediately jumped to the joy of cutting the stone. She would start with the exposed part and let the jewel reveal itself to her before… Stop.

“I can’t do it.” She handed him back the stone. Her palm felt cold and empty.

“Why not?”

“There are ancient customs to cutting a stone like that. You should contract with a monk who is certified to touch it.”

Alec sat down on a stool on the other side of the table. “How about this then?” He set aside the sapphire and reached to the side. Straightening, he placed a rectangular wooden box on the table.

Lucy’s eyes widened. The box was one foot square, inlaid with semiprecious stones forming an infinity sign, like her daisy tattoo. It was wrapped with a gold ribbon. She untied the ribbon with shaky fingers and opened the box. It was a replica of the cutting set in the Israeli museum, but better. The handles of the tools were made with lapis and onyx and rose quartz.

“How did you do this so fast?”

“I have a jeweler. I have jewels. It was not so difficult.”

Lucy swallowed hard. It was all too much. What was she supposed to do? Get into her pumpkin and hobble home with a priceless cutting set and La Perla underwear? Good God. She would never be the same. And they hadn’t even had all-the-way sex. Maybe this was too much of a good thing.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say you’re hungry.” Alec seemed to sense her backpedaling. He stood and helped Lucy up from her stool.

Lucy followed Alec into the hall and stared at the cutting set and stone on the table while Alec re-engaged the vault security codes. Her eyes went blurry and unfocused as she watched the steel door close on the priceless objects. The clicking of the locks felt like goodbye, forever.

“Where are we going for dinner?” she asked.

Alec held her elbow as they walked through the passage. “Anywhere you want.”

Somehow, Lucy believed him.

Chapter Ten

“So when I said Moroccan…” Lucy fingered a piece of flatbread. “I thought you would take me to Africa.” Her words were teasing and light.

“Next time.” Alec sat on a cushion on her left, one knee bent and the other leg stretched against hers. “I need to stay in town just now.”

They had arrived at the Moroccan restaurant off the Strip in the chauffeur-driven black Bentley and had been shown to a private room. They sat in an alcove with silk cushions on the floor, nestled around a knee-high table. Carved wood paneling and candlelight made the alcove both otherworldly and intimate.

Lucy took a sip of her excellent red wine. Alec’s next time statement annoyed her. It wobbled precariously on top of no other women, on top of the million-dollar uncut sapphire—it all seemed a Jenga game of fairy tales bound to topple.

“Tell me more about Lucy De Luca.” Alec ran his hand down her arm to the pulse at her wrist. It jumped under his finger. “What do you enjoy?”

“Besides spas and priceless jewels?” The words flew out of her mouth like a shield. They needed to get things straight between them. This was a fling—a fling to remember for the rest of her life—but a fling nonetheless.

Alec frowned. “I’ve offended you somehow?”

“I just…” Lucy sighed. “I’m okay with all this.” She waved her hands around the room. “As long as you don’t pretend there’s some kind of next time, happily-ever-after at the end.”

Alec leaned toward her and she leaned away.

“I grew up with con artists and grifters. My father went to the pen. My brother…” Lucy swallowed and refocused. “My brother will probably wind up there, too. I can’t live in a fairy tale.” She watched his face and smiled, trying to soften her words. “I’m attracted to you. Can’t that be enough?”

Alec said nothing, and his face gave her no hint as to what he thought about her speech.

A waiter arrived to take their order, cutting off any further talk. “Kefta tangine with lamb and couscous to share,” Alec ordered in a smooth baritone. They had already agreed on their dinner choice.

“Yes, Mr. Gerald.” The waiter set dates and olives on the table and left as soundlessly as he’d arrived.

Alec turned his wine stem in his fingers, seeming to watch the ruby red sparkle in the candlelight. Silence stretched between them. Lucy shifted on her cushion, kicked off her strappy shoes, and crossed her legs at the ankles. The only sounds in the room were candles crackling and sinuous Middle Eastern music. Lucy plopped a dense and sugary date in her mouth and chewed.

Still Alec did not speak.

This was getting ridiculous. What kind of man pouted over a no-strings-attached clause to getting laid? Lucy pressed her lips shut against the one hundred placating words piling up on her tongue. It must be that no one had ever told him no. She wasn’t saying no, just no games. He should appreciate her practicality.

Geesh.

“Tell me about your mother,” Alec said.

“What?” Lucy’s head whipped toward him. “My mother? I didn’t mention her.”

“Exactly,” Alec said. “How did she handle your father going to prison?”

Lucy took a slow sip of her wine. Just the mention of the penitentiary was enough to put most people off talking about her family. “She worked as a maid downtown when she could get out of bed.”

Alec nodded. “How old were you?”

“Twelve.”

“And your brother?”

“We’re twins.”

“Ah.” Alec nodded, and Lucy wondered what he was inferring.

Embarrassment crawled up her back like marching spiders. Alec seemed to peer into her past, seeing the poverty and desolation. This was why she didn’t like talking about her family. She always felt ashamed, like she needed to explain that she had a made a different life. She wasn’t like that anymore.

She. Was. Different.

But was she? Alec-pilfered thumbprint was in play somewhere.

“You’re a strong and admirable woman.” Alec’s words were soft, as if he sensed her discomfiture.

Lucy drained the remaining wine from her glass. She rolled the tart sweetness over her tongue and looked away from his searching gaze.

“Yes, I am.” And she believed it—most of the time.

A group of waiters arrived and laid out their meal. Cinnamon and cloves mingled with the scent of succulent meat. Her stomach growled appreciatively. She glanced at Alec with renewed enthusiasm. “Yum.”

Alec laughed, the tense moment gone. “You’ve never had Moroccan food?”

“No.”

Lucy ate as much as she dared. On cue with her last bite, a bevy of belly-dancing beauties entered the room, their hips shaking in time with live drums. The women were dark and gorgeous, fleshier than most tummy-baring Vegas gals. Their colorful veils hid their mouths, but not their dark, seductive eyes. On their fingers, cymbals chimed in time with the sway of their bodies.

Lucy watched them shimmy, impressed with their abandon. Their purple-veiled leader approached her and beckoned for Lucy to join them, but Lucy shook her head.

Then the woman moved to Alec. She took her time, shaking her hips with a demanding rhythm. Look at me, her hips screamed. Alec leaned back against the wall. The woman took this as an encouragement, stepped over his lap, and dropped to her knees. All Lucy could see was her mostly bare back and undulating arms and hips.

Lucy’s stomach churned around her meal, and she cast her eyes for a place to stare. What did she expect? Alec was like catnip to women—they threw themselves at him, and he didn’t seem to mind.

The drums stopped and Lucy looked at the pair. Alec said something to the woman and she ran her hand slowly down his chest, snaking her fingertips between the buttons of his shirt to his skin. She whispered something back before standing and shimmying out of the room with the rest of the harem.

Alec met her gaze, unflinching and direct. “We should try the hookah before we go.”

“You mean the hooker?” Her question had a bite she hadn’t intended to show.

Alec poured more wine into their glasses. “That talented woman did not want to be paid for her charms.”

“I bet.”

He picked up her clenched hand and kissed it, letting the tip of his tongue caress the grooves between her knuckles. Lucy saw sparks, literally, and tried to pull away. He held her hand tight until she looked at him.

“I told you could trust me.” His voice held aggravated certainty.

Lucy watched his face, searching for the microscopic tells that always gave a person away. There were none. Alec’s face was impassive, and his dark blue eyes were only keenly interested in her response. This was a man who kept his cards close. She shouldn’t bet against him. She could lose more than casino chips.

She could lose her heart.

Their waiter entered the room, carrying a violin-shaped pot with a gold hose coiled on the neck. He set it on the table and cleared their dishes. “Your hookah, sir.”

“Thank you,” Alec said. “A piece of baklava and honey to share, please.” The waiter nodded and left.

Lucy eyed the steaming contraption.

“It’s a water pipe.” Alec uncoiled the hose and inhaled from the end before blowing a small smoke ring above the table. The ring widened, and he blew another inside it. Ring after ring floated to the ceiling in an apricot-smelling haze.

“What’s in it?” she asked.

“Just tobacco.” Alec handed her the pipe. “Nothing illegal.”

Lucy’s hand hovered in the air. She wanted to try it but sensed a bit of dare in his expression. He was testing her. This was her Rubicon—that unspoken, but always noted, point of no return.

Lucy reached for the end of the hose, pulled smoke into her lungs, and exhaled. Sweetness spread across her tongue, and warmth spread through her limbs. There were two things she was certain of—she wanted this man, and it would end soon. Lucy leaned back and tried to mimic Alec’s smoke rings, but her exhale only looked like a street corner puff into a strong wind. The waiter returned and set a piece of triangular pastry and an old-fashioned honey pot on the table.

“Thank you,” Alec said. The man left and shut the door firmly behind him.

Alec picked up the pastry and bit off the end. He held a corner to her mouth. “Try it.”

Lucy set aside the water pipe and bit off her end. Honey and walnuts and buttered pastry mixed on her tongue with the apricot smoke. “It’s good.”

Alec opened the honey pot and dribbled honey over the remaining pastry. He offered it to her and she took another bite, and then watched him finish the last piece.

“You have honey on your lip.” He leaned forward and licked the corner of her mouth. His tongue was hot and abrading. Lucy put both hands to his face and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue roll over his. Heat burned in the pit of her stomach.

Alec pulled her onto his lap. “Do you feel the connection between us?”

Lucy nuzzled up his face. His whiskers scraped against her skin, and the evidence of his arousal pushed between her legs. “Oh, yes. It’s big, too.”

Alec frowned, and then gave her a patient, small-steps look. “Well, there is that.”

…

From the restaurant, they went to see le Dragon, the Crown Jewel’s multi-million dollar production. Vegas locals said a show only had to put the French le in front of something to get $200 a ticket. But sitting next to Alec on his private balcony, Lucy thought the show was “le” magnifique.

From their plush couch, she could see the whites of the dancers’ eyes and practically feel their pulsing heartbeats. She sat up straight, her fingers intertwined loosely with Alec’s, transfixed by the acrobatics and athleticism.

In the middle of the opening act, ten elaborately costumed actors leaped into the air and turned into SUV-sized dragons. The audience screamed and cowered under their seats. Lucy was prepared for them after Alec’s entrance at the casino’s opening, but still she scrambled closer to him and grabbed his shirt sleeve.

“They aren’t real?” Her eyes snapped to Alec’s face for confirmation of what she already knew. Of course they were mechanical, but they did seem oh, so real…

Alec kissed her lightly on the nose. “Do you want me to ruin it for you?” His lack of concern, more than his words, reassured her.

She smiled and scooted back to her side on the couch. “Hell of a way to get a girl on your lap.”

Alec laughed and ran a hand down her hip. “I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

Around them, the audience’s alarm shifted to astonishment, then amazement, as they came to the same conclusion she had. The dragons were an amazing feat of theater.

One by one, the people began to clap until their hands pounded with a deafening beat. They were unified in their excitement, as symbiotic an experience as a sold-out theater full of people could ever hope to share.

Lucy clapped her hands, too. The dragons soared in figure-eight patterns over the auditorium, a mythical rainbow of blue, reds, yellows, and greens. Lighter colors lined their eyes, tail ridges, and wing tips. Their air show rivaled the grace of the Russian ballet and daring of the Air Force Blue Angels.

Lucy let her mouth sag, closing it only when it grew dry. She gripped Alec’s hand and spoke not another word, completely lost in the developing tale of an ambitious young man who hid his secret life as a dragon from those he loved.

The live orchestra music throbbed through her veins, making her bones and blood seem an extension of the instruments. Periodically, the dragons returned to the stage and became high-flying acrobats and roller skating clowns, flipping and skidding around the constantly moving stage.

When the lights came up, everyone remained seated and silent. Then they jumped to their feet, yelling and clapping. Lucy joined them, clapping her swollen hands. Alec stood beside her, relaxed, as if seeing flying dragons was an everyday occurrence for him.

“That was amazing.” Lucy grabbed his arm. “I’m exhausted.”

“Not too exhausted, I hope.” Alec’s hand slipped to her waist and he pulled her close to him. “Did you understand the story?”

There had been no dialogue, only music and facial expressions to tell the story. “I’m not sure I got the ending. Did everyone accept that he was a dragon?”

“I like to think so.” Alec led her from the balcony with a gentle hand at her elbow. “Everyone loves a happy ending.” The crowd parted around them. The tourists didn’t need to be told that he was the owner of the casino to know to get out of his way.

Lucy walked across the bejeweled lobby and into Alec’s private elevator, happiness in her every step. She stood away from the clear glass and had no trouble pretending it was six inches of steel. She wanted to freeze time, remember every detail for later when she was alone. Even the surety of an abrupt and probable bad ending for her and Alec didn’t dim her euphoria.

Alec leaned against the wall of windows with confident nonchalance and wrapped a hand around her waist. The move tucked her closer to his side, so that his suit jacket draped her back in a protective cocoon. Body heat radiated from him and sent her heart tripping. The Vegas lights shone through the glass, red and blue and gold, illuminating the contoured edge of his jaw. The slight stubble there made him look darkly sexy and mysterious.

“Neon becomes you.” Lucy’s words were easy and joking.

Alec glanced at her as the elevator stopped, and the door opened. “Shall we stay here then?” His hand squeezed her waist.

“I’ve never made out in an elevator.”

Alec pushed the red stop button, but no annoying alarm sounded. He wrapped her in his arms.

“We can fix that.” He trailed a hand up the inside of her dress.

Hot desire spiraled through Lucy. Below them, the Vegas Strip pulsed with activity. Vertigo spun Lucy’s head, making her feel like she would fall, so she held onto Alec’s arms. Alec brought his face closer to hers and inhaled the air from her throat before placing a lingering kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The rush of air followed by his warm mouth sent shivers dancing down her spine.

“Next time…” Lucy’s words sounded breathy.

“Next time.” His eyes had lost none of their intensity, but Alec smiled and tilted her chin up. “I like the sound of that.”

Alec stepped back and took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers and leading her into his apartment. Inside, he released her and crossed to the bar. He pulled out a bottle and poured amber liquid into a glass. “Scotch?”

“Oh, please.” Lucy turned a full circle in the middle of the sunken living room. Moonlight sparkled through the glass wall, and the hustle and bustle of the casino and the Strip now seemed far, far away.

“I think this has been the most amazing date I have ever been on.”

“You think?” Alec handed her a glass, and she took a sip of first-rate single malt scotch with two ice cubes and no water. “Or you know?”

“I know.” The words brought a small lump to the back of her throat. Wherever she went from here, she would always have Alec in her memory. Always comparing every man to him. “This day has been amazing. You’ve been amazing.”

“Tell me what you liked the most.” Alec stepped past her and sat on a leather couch with his ankle crossed at the knee. He seemed to be putting more than just physical distance between them. After his closeness in the elevator, he seemed much too far way.

“I like right now.” Lucy walked toward him, sipped, savored the drink, and swallowed. “No distractions, just you and me.”

Chapter Eleven

Alec shifted on the couch, forcing air into his lungs, trying to control his dragon. Lucy comparing their night to other dates infuriated his dragon instincts. Irrational jealousy exploded in his head, even as raw desire sliced through his gut and burned to his groin. It took every bit of his learned willpower to keep himself under control, to keep from jumping on Lucy, ripping the sexy dress off, and making her his.

His human self wanted Lucy with feral intensity, but his dragon…

His dragon wanted to snatch her up and take to the sky.

That might not be quite the end to the most-amazing-evening Lucy had in mind.

“Lucy, you asked me before to slow things down between us.” Alec forced his foot not to jiggle on his knee. “There’s no need for us to rush things.” He forced the words through his lips even as a surge of spiky need hit his blood stream. His beast pulsed under his skin. His dragon’s wings beat against the human bone and flesh, demanding action.

Fly. Take her. She is yours…

“Slow things down?” Lucy looked suddenly uncertain, as if the needle had jumped off her most-amazing-date record. “You didn’t write hot sex into my contract?”

Her words were like a gut punch. And his mind immediately painted a picture of naked limbs and silk sheets.

“No.”

…

Lucy set her drink on the bar and frowned. Alec watched her from the couch, his body still, and his poker face gave nothing away. Surely she had not misread his cues all evening? She untied the side of her dress. The wrap fell open; her sexy white lingerie gleamed against her skin in the moonlight.

Still Alec didn’t move.

“You aren’t interested now?” She wanted to sound vampish, but her voice trembled with uncertainty. “Was I too easy…you know before, in the spa?” She pulled the sides of the dress around her stomach protectively.

Alec dropped his foot and sat forward. “Lucy, I want you more than anything.”

“Then why are you just sitting there?” Lucy fought to keep her smile playful. She knew the hurt of rejection showed in her expression, but she would not turn and run. He would have to say the words.

Then she would leave. Disappointment sucked at her heart. It would probably be for the best.

Alec drank deeply from his glass before setting it aside. “I want to be sure that you are ready for things between us.”

“I am taking my clothes off here.” Lucy pulled apart the dress to show him one more time what he was missing. “How much more ready do I have to be?” She walked up to him and brushed her leg against his knee. A crackle of electricity moved up her thigh.

She leaned in harder.

Alec inhaled. His eyes met hers, then wandered down her body slowly. The hair on Lucy’s arms stood on end, but his lack of initiative doused her desire.

She chewed on her lip and stepped back. “Just say it…You’ve changed your mind.”

“I haven’t changed my mind—”

“Then what?” Lucy tied her dress back on, hot humiliation whirling through her head. “You suddenly realized that I’m not one of your models after all?”

“No.” Alec jumped to his feet and paced in front of her. He blew out a long exhale and pushed his hand through his dark hair. When he dropped his hand, Lucy saw that his fingers were shaking.

What was going on?

“Lucy, you are very, very important to me.” He stopped several feet from her. The gap between them seemed wide and arctic.

“Yeah, yeah, so you keep saying.” Lucy just wanted to be gone from there before her hurt busted through her facade of no big-deal-ness. “If talking about something made it so, we would all live in very different worlds.”

Alec’s features tensed, and his hands fisted at his sides. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Like I said, I have trust issues.” Alec’s posture sent nerves dancing along her spine, and not in a good way. “I’ll just be going now.” Her words cracked a bit, and she quickly moved toward the door.

“Wait.”

Lucy turned with her hand on the knob and took a surprised breath to find him right behind her.

Alec stared into her face, his dark blue eyes narrowed and assessing. He smiled gently and lifted his right palm to brush the edge of her jaw. The same electricity she had felt before moved from his finger to the fine hairs on her face and settled in the back of her throat, achy and tight. Liquid pooled at the outside of her eyes. Joseph, Mary, and Peter. She would not cry like some damn stood-up prom date.

Alec’s thumb stroked the slight moisture, and he frowned. “This must all be so confusing for you.”

“I’m fine.” She shrugged off his touch and blinked hard. “Thank you for a lovely evening.”

“Lucy.” Alec put both hands on her shoulders. “The problem is not you.”

“Um hum…” She nodded and forced a straight smile to her lips. God, this was exactly like her ill-fated prom date.

The closed door at her back seemed an inconsequential barrier to escape.

“I want you to stay. I want to touch you. I want to make love to you.” Alec dropped his hands and again moved his right palm through his hair. “But, you need to know that I am a dragon.”

Lucy’s jaw dropped, and a feeling not unlike the elevator vertigo made her wobble on her heels. “A dragon…”

“Yes.” Alec smiled, looking relieved. “I am a shape-shifting dragon. But, I have a human form.” He motioned to his body with both hands. “When we make love, it could be very intense.”

Lucy stared at him with her mouth open. He seemed sane. Her brain tried to process the information logically.

Alec Gerald thought he was a dragon…

Seriously?

Or was this some rich man’s way to push the envelope on sex?

“You want to role play as a dragon?” Lucy stepped toward him. She could try that, she guessed. Intellectual curiosity squeezed her brow, and she thought through what she knew of dragon myths. “Am I the medieval maiden then? Or am I a dragon, too?”

Alec laughed. The sound was low and mischievous, and it sent a fresh cascade of anticipation through her body. “Definitely the maiden.” He walked to her, untied the dress, and dropped it to the floor. “You are gorgeous.” His eyes traced her collarbones, burning a trail of shivers down her skin. He took her hand and led her to the couch.

Lucy followed, trying to decide what a maiden would do next.

Alec dropped her hand and shrugged off his suit jacket and shirt. His chest was just as spectacularly muscled as she remembered from the spa. Broad shoulders narrowed to his waistband. The valleys and ridges of exposed muscle were defined by shadows from the moonlight, thick and strong.

“Your skin is so pale. I love that about you. I can see your veins, here and here.” Alec touched her temple and pulse at her neck, and Lucy felt her blood jump.

Alec sat back on the couch, his knees wide, and looked at her appreciatively.

“All the better for you to sink your dragon teeth into.” Lucy smiled, happy with the retort. She could do this. She could be a maiden for a night.

She straddled his lap. Her high-heeled feet swung off the floor, nearly unbalancing her. Alec moved his hands up her hips and pulled her snug to his groin. His erection pushed against her, making her squirm to get closer.

Lucy trailed kisses down his bare chest. His skin was salty and hot with the fresh taste of eucalyptus. “You still smell like the steam showers.”

Alec inhaled and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“I have other pale skin,” Lucy whispered against his ear.

Alec’s eyes snapped open. “Show me.”

Lucy unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. In the moonlight, she knew she had to appear the palest version of herself.

Alec reached a hand behind her and pulled her forward, easing her breast into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive skin.

Hot spirals curled in her belly, and Lucy threw her head back. “Ahhh…yes.”

Alec tugged at the corner of her panties, and the lace fabric broke and fell.

“Those were my favorite,” she said, holding his head to her breast. “Part of my maiden’s trousseau. For my wedding…to the knight, who wants to kill you, fierce dragon… We should hurry before he catches us.” She panted out the story.

“I’ll get you more.” Alec’s voice was husky and deep as he found the throbbing nub between her legs.

“Ohhhh.” Lucy held onto his shoulders, riding the push of his clever fingers, the elemental beat in her body as loud as the music from the theater show that still echoed through her bloodstream.

“No.” She bent his arms behind his head. “This maiden wants to take her dragon this time.”

She worked shaky hands under his belt and opened his pants. His manhood sprang into her hands, engorged, the vein pulsing with need. Lucy ran her finger around the tip. Alec groaned, the muscles of his chest contracted, and his hands fisted behind him so that his biceps bulged.

Lucy felt powerful. For this moment in time, he was hers. All hers. “Say that you want me.”

“I want you. Forever.”

Lucy kissed his mouth. He opened his lips, his mouth hot and his breaths coming in shaky draws.

“I was wrong before.” He put his mouth to the top of her breast, drawing her to him. “You are more than beautiful.”

She was helpless to think, helpless to do more than feel. Alec gently pushed her against the cushions. Desire pulled her under as his mouth found her center.

“Oh, God…” Lucy started to shake, big, heaving, out-of-control shakes that quickly spun her over the edge. As she fell, Alec moved between her legs and entered her, stretching her tight. She closed her eyes at the consuming sensation.

“Look at me,” Alec said.

Lucy watched his face as passion rode through him. Her heart opened and reached for his, wanting to keep him forever. His muscular shoulders drove her into the cushions and started her spiraling again until they went over the edge together.

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, Alec watched Lucy sleep. He rubbed a piece of her hair between his fingers, and the crystals caught the morning light and cast prisms over pillows.

A sleeping angel. Or maiden.

He was okay with her misinterpretation about role-playing. It was a lot for a human to accept, that there were other intelligent creatures in the world. He needed time to woo her to him before she accepted the whole truth of his dual nature.

There was no doubt Lucy was his destined mate. He had never felt so strongly about another. Each time they had made love during the night, he felt like he had joined with the other part of his missing soul. He didn’t want to be away from her. Even for the day.

Hopefully, the compulsion would fade after the mating ceremony or they would never get out of bed. Alec smiled at the thought. That wouldn’t be all that bad, either.

“Good morning.” Lucy opened her eyes. Asleep one minute, fully awake the next.

Alec smiled. “It is, indeed.”

Lucy sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I need to get going.”

A bolt of alarm shot through his system. “Where?”

“Home.” She ran a hand down his chest, causing sparks under his skin. “You do remember that I don’t live here?” Her tone was teasing. “This maiden has to go home to her own castle.”

Frustration pounded through Alec with bestial intensity. Mine, his dragon screamed inside his head. Alec fought to control his breathing, but something must have shown on his face because Lucy dropped her hand and looked at him with concern.

“I’d like you to stay here, with me, while you work on your appraisal.” Alec pushed the words over his tongue, trying to keep his tone light and easy.

“Alec.” Her voice broke. “A hundred years ago, I would have stayed, pretended to be your little Casino Queen. But I’m not really a maiden, and you are not really a dragon. I need to get back to my real life.”

Mine. Mine. Mine, his dragon demanded.

“What do you need to stay with me?” Controlling his strength so that he didn’t hurt her, Alec rolled on top of Lucy, holding his weight off her with his forearms.

Lucy gazed at him, sadness and resolve in her eyes. “I would if I could. Last night was amazing. But I have responsibilities.”

It must be Joey. He saw it in the way she looked toward the bedroom door and wouldn’t meet his gaze. His predatory instincts flared red hot to the surface.

“What responsibilities?” He tilted her head gently so that their eyes met.

“Just some family problems.” She pulled her chin out of his hand.

“Let me help you.”

A rustle sounded in the living room. There were only a handful of people the guards would allow entry, and who would dare to disturb him in his apartment. This time, it was his personal assistant Jane.

“Jer’ol,” Jane said with mindspeak. “We are in your living room. We need to talk with you.”

“I’m busy.” Whatever it was, it could wait. “Leave. Do not interrupt me again.”

“Alec,” Leo’s voice came through, censure in his tone, even in mindspeak. “It is urgent.”

Alec frowned. It was serious indeed for Leo to get involved. “I hear someone in the living room. That means either Leo or Jane need to speak with me for a minute.”

Lucy nodded her head, as if she wasn’t surprised.

“Promise me you’ll wait to leave the casino until we’ve talked again.”

Lucy shook her head stubbornly. “Alec, it’s no use. Eventually, I’ll have to leave—”

“Just not right now.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “Promise you’ll wait.”

Lucy heaved a sigh.

“I’ll meet you for a late breakfast,” Alec said. “We can go to the gem exhibit together.” He stood and wrapped the white sheet around his naked lower half. He stopped at the bedroom door and looked back. “Promise you’ll wait for me?”

“All right.”

Alec smiled and closed the bedroom door behind him. Leo, Jane, and Darius stood in a semicircle near the living room window. As he approached, he could see that the trio was upset by the tense lines of their bodies. His dragon senses picked up on blood lust, too—they were spoiling for a fight. He stopped in front of them and crossed his arms, waiting.

Aggression poured off Darius in waves. “You pick a poor time to romance your human.” The Russian lieutenant’s black glasses fogged near the nose band.

Alec stepped forward until Darius was forced to step back. “Are you questioning me?”

Darius took a deep breath. “No, Jer’ol.”

“What I do is my concern.” He scanned the group. Only Leo met his stare with a level one of his own. “This had better be important.”

“There’s trouble with the Siberians.” Leo spoke with a steady timbre.

“What’s happened?”

“They have a new leader. They claim he is the rightful king of the dragons. He will issue a blood challenge to you for control of the dragons and the casino.”

This was why Darius was so upset. The Siberians would have been a part of Darius’s larger Russian fold. Although the dragons were united at the casino sanctuary, their ancient bloodlines and familial alliances still ran deep. There would be many dragons with mixed feelings over a challenge from the Siberians.

Anger, intensified by Lucy wanting to leave him, shook his frame. His dragon form could barely be restrained in his human skin. He wanted to squash all aggravations, annihilate all threats, and get back to his mate. Alec closed his eyes and concentrated on being rational. Human logic would serve him better than a bloodbath. Too many dragons’ lives and futures were at stake.

“Does this leader have a name?” Alec asked.

“No, they want an in-person meeting for you two to talk face-to-face.” Darius’s tone was frustrated.

“Did you already let them in?” Alec knew the answer by the way everyone but Leo dropped their gazes.

“It seemed unwise to let twenty angry dragons run amok with the tourists,” Leo said.

“Where did you put them?”

“In the unfinished tower.”

“All right, I’ll talk with them. Leo, you’ll serve as my second. Ask Tyren to be my third.”

Darius puffed up his chest. “You doubt me?”

“No, brother.” Alec clapped his lieutenant on the shoulder. “This will be difficult for you because of your family ties. Go back to the surveillance center. I need your eyes there.”

Darius’s shoulders deflated, and he walked stiffly to the elevators. Jane followed.

“What do you think?” Alec asked Leo.

“You have tried to kill Ambrogino twice now and failed. It doesn’t matter if you’ve found your mate if you’re dead.”

…

In the mani pedi section of the spa, Lucy wiggled her gorgeous polished toes in her rhinestone flip-flops. She had chosen a shiny silver polish. The silver would go with everything, and everybody in town had red toes. Why not be different? The polish was likely to be with her until it grew out, anyway.

Returning to the Cathedral Spa had seemed an acceptable time-killer until she could say goodbye to Alec and try to explain about backing out of her contract. It was bad business to break her contract, but considering the exhibit was going to be robbed thanks to her, charging for an appraisal hardly seemed fair.

Lucy’s heart clenched. It would hurt to leave Alec, and judging by his reaction this morning, he would not take it well that she was running off to another hemisphere. She had wanted to enjoy her one night with Alec, but if Alec ever found out about her part in the scheme, it would make her betrayal twice—no, a hundred times worse. Leave it to her to find her Prince Charming when she was on the run. Tears threatened, but she pushed them back.

Lucy glanced at Lilly Belle, who had continued to serve as her hulking casino hostess of sorts. She stood next to the exit to the spa, looking bored.

Although Gino and Joey had Alec’s thumbprint for the inside of the exhibit, she would not get the new keycard for them. That alone might tank their plans, and then maybe Joey would leave with her. It was her only option, and considering how she felt about Alec, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, steal from him again.

She had to hold out, no matter how much Joey whined.

“Miss, your left hand, please.” The nail technician, like the other saints in the spa, wore light green medical scrubs.

Lucy dutifully gave the woman her hand. “Can I get those white-tipped things on the end?”

“Acrylics, miss?” At Lucy’s confused look, the woman elaborated. “You want fake nails?”

“Oh no, not fakes.” Fakes would take maintenance. “Can you just polish them that way?”

“Certainly.” The woman left to change out her supplies.

Lucy took a deep breath and prepared to turn on her phone. She had not thought of Joey or her phone the whole evening. But now, she needed to know what was going on. The phone screen lit up and beeped. There were forty-three missed calls from Joey. Apprehension swelled in her chest. She pressed the text message screen. There were ten text messages from him. She opened one: BUY ICE, GETTING THIRSTY.

The phone again beeped in her hand, making her jump. It was a new text message from Joey: CALL ME, NOW :)

Lucy looked around. Lilly Belle didn’t seem to be paying attention, and she was otherwise alone. She dialed Joey’s number, and he picked up immediately.

“Lucy, where have you been?” Joey sounded mad, not worried.

“I had a date.”

“A date!” Joey’s voice was tight with anger. “Whatever. The bag of ice you got us before melted. We need a new bag of ice for our party tonight.”

“Tonight? Your party is tonight?”

“You can bring it to our suite—”

“No.” Lucy let her newfound resolve round out the word. “I’m not getting it. I’ve got tickets for us to Brazil.” She kept her voice low. “Let’s get out of here today, take a vacation. I’ll pay for everything.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Joey inhaled with the drawn-in force of an infant preparing to scream. “I’ve got a party to throw!”

“That is ridiculous. Listen to yourself.” Lucy felt his disapproval radiate from the phone. “I am not getting a new bag of ice.”

“Fine.” Joey hung up in her ear.

Lucy turned off her phone and dropped it into her bag. Her hands trembled in her lap. The nail tech returned and picked up her left hand. It shook as the tech de-cuticled her nails.

“You hungry, miss?” The tech asked, misreading her upset.

“No. I’m fine.” Lucy flexed her fingers to stop the shaking. Everything would be fine. Joey would realize that the jewel exhibit score was impossible without a keycard, and then he would leave with her.

The nail technician applied white polish to her nail tips with practiced strokes.

What if Joey still wouldn’t leave with her? She couldn’t go to South America without him. How would she know if he was in trouble? The question snapped her eyes wide open. Her newly exfoliated skin stretched tight across her cheekbones.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

This was all a deep pile of crap, which was sure to smell nothing like eucalyptus steam. Lucy’s muscles tensed around her neck, and the tension spread malignantly down her spine to her lower back. She sat forward. The nail tech was finishing up her left hand with pink polish.

“How much longer?” Lucy asked.

“Almost done. But then you need to dry.”

The woman picked up her right hand and looked at her with wide eyes. “Madre de Dios!” Her strong hand gripped Lucy’s fingers tight. Her face went pale, as if she had seen the Blessed Virgin Mary. “El marque del Jer’ol.”

“What?” Lucy tried to pull her right hand free, but the tech held it fast.

Lilly Belle jogged across the room and grabbed Lucy’s right hand from the tech. She said something in a foreign language, and the tiny woman fled. “When did you get this?”

Again, Lucy tried to yank her hand free, but the Viking woman was too strong. “Can I have my hand back?”

Lilly Belle released it and scanned the room like she expected an enemy cavalry.

Lucy examined her hand. There was a dirt smudge in the corner of the “L” of her index finger and thumb. She rubbed it, surprised that anything had survived the scrub down yesterday. It didn’t budge. She brought it closer to her face. It was a colorful circular figure…a phoenix?

No—a dragon—with its wings and tail spread in an arc. It wasn’t a tattoo. She would have noticed that, even with massage brain.

“Did someone stamp me yesterday while I was asleep?”

“No.” Lilly Belle’s voice was emphatic.

“What is it, then?”

“You’ll have to ask Mr. Gerald.” Lilly Belle paced the atrium with long, aggressive strides. “We need to go.”

“Okay.” Lucy sensed her urgency. “Is the nail woman going to finish this hand?”

“No.”

“All righty then.” Lucy got down carefully from the mani pedi throne.

Lilly Belle led her back into the private locker room. “Jane brought you new clothes. They’re on the bench. The shower is through there.” She pointed through an arched doorway.

“Are we in a hurry?” Lucy had no concept of how much time had passed. There were no clocks in the Cathedral Spa—it could have been 9 a.m. or noon.

Lilly Belle gave her a peculiar expression. “You could say that.” She pointed toward the shower. “Take your shower. I’ll figure out what we’re doing next.”

Lucy flip-flopped into the private shower. Like the rest of the spa, it was elegantly tiled, and music played in the background. The vanity counter was outfitted with more beauty products than she had in her own home.

She stepped out of her fluffy robe and took an efficient shower, being careful with her one polished hand. She scrubbed the dragon mark with a scratchy loofah sponge, but the mark still didn’t change. Surely it would come off with rubbing alcohol or something?

When she was done, she went to the mirror in her towel. When she wiped off the steam, she saw herself—plain old Lucy De Luca—staring back. The familiar routine of blow-drying her heavy red hair re-engaged her brain. What was going on with the Viking’s weird behavior, and why had the nail tech run out of the room?

She flipped her wrist and stared at the circular dragon mark. Very strange. Her mind picked back through the events of the previous day, trying to remember if anyone had come close to her hand. It had to have happened when she was asleep.

But why would Lilly Belle tell her to talk to Alec about it?

Was it some kind of sex stamp Alec used to let everyone know who he was sleeping with? She’d heard of being a notch on someone’s bedpost, but this was a step beyond. Did all the women he romanced have marks?

Whoa, back up.

Things were getting weird. Lucy turned off the dryer and joined Lilly Belle in the changing area.

“That was fast,” Lilly Belle said from her post near the door.

“I can normally get ready in less than fifteen minutes.” She was kind of proud of the fact, and had on more than one occasion set a timer.

“Impressive.” But Lilly Belle did not seem impressed. She seemed concerned.

Lucy went around the corner to the bench and pulled on sexy new lingerie, brown wool slacks, and a soft cashmere sweater. New leather flats waited inside a box. The clothes were understated elegance and felt like the softest feathers against her skin.

“I love these clothes,” she called out to Lilly Belle. “But wool in Vegas?”

“Ask Jane.”

“I guess no one plans for me to go outside, leave the casino?”

“No.”

“I’m starting to get a little creeped out by all this.” Lucy walked to the Viking. “I feel like I’m a prisoner.” Lucy said the words like they were ridiculous, gave a little laugh, and waited for Lilly Belle to disagree.

Lilly Belle shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lucy, but you can’t leave now. You’re in danger.”

Whatever Zen remained from her evening with Alec narrowed to tight pinpricks of alarm. She couldn’t convince Joey to leave with her if she was a freakin’ prisoner.

She had to escape.

Chapter Thirteen

Alec met Leo and Tyren near the elevator. “Let’s go.”

The three stepped into a private elevator that whisked them upward, past the regular hotel rooms for humans to the secure living quarters of the dragons. Alec appreciated that his lieutenants didn’t question his strategy—he wasn’t sure himself how he was going to handle the disgruntled Siberians and their new leader.

They stepped off the elevator into the dragons’ communal area. The space was even more elaborate than the main casino. Dragons from around the world had been encouraged to send tribute gifts for their new home. Over the two years it had taken to build the casino, the human construction crew had learned not to ask questions when amazing raw materials just showed up on the job site.

In the communal area, gold and semi-precious jewels glittered from the walls. Mosaic Italian tile lined the floor, old world limestone—not concrete-made to appear like limestone—provided the supports. To a dragon, the sanctuary had a pleasant vibration, akin to the happy humming of a favorite song. It was a haven for them from the chaos of the casino and the world beyond.

“Where are they?” Alec asked Leo.

“Still in the tower.”

Alec walked outside and across the patio roof to the locked door of the unfinished tower. The glass tower stretched thirty stories to the sky without dividing floors. Inside, raw sheetrock and metal girders gaped with all the welcome of cold, creaking steel.

“Siberians!” Alec yelled into the cavernous space, his voice echoing. “Show yourselves.”

Blue dragons with white flames in their eyes and white markings on their tails and wing tips soared from beams like supernatural vultures. Blunted horns grew from their heads. When they roared, sheets of ice spread through the air. The ice fell to the ground and shattered in chunks on the concrete floor.

A large brown dragon coasted among the Siberians. This warrior sported the red markings of a fire dragon. Alec recognized him immediately—his old enemy.

“Ambrogino!” Alec’s dragon blood pumped through his system.

The blue dragons descended in a circle and changed to their clothed human forms. Ambrogino also landed, shifted, and stalked forward. He looked unwashed, which was unusual. He was vain, and in the past, he had always prided himself on his good looks. But now, with his black hair long and grimy and gold hoops in his ears, he looked like a barbarous Treasure Island pirate.

“Why do you stay in your human form? Are you afraid of me?” Ambrogino taunted Alec. “Or have you already lost your wings?” He laughed, and the mangy looking Siberians joined in.

Alec’s dragon roared under his skin, reacting to the insult with bestial instinct. “You think to finally make a stand against me with the support of the northern dragons?”

“North, south, east, west—they will all be mine soon.”

“The ceremony is only one night away.” Alec clenched his fists. “Many will suffer if the ceremony cannot commence. Despite our history, I’ll allow you to participate, if you’ll drop your challenge and swear your loyalty to me.”

“Never!” His enemy stepped forward until they stood nose to nose. He smelled of stale cigarettes. “I’ve seen your mate. Your very, very succulent human mate.”

Tyren stiffened at his side. How would Ambrogino already know about Lucy? The threat to her made fire flash in his eyes and his wings throb at his back.

“My lineage is not your concern,” Alec said. “Do you join us or do you die?”

“You’ll be the one to die.” His enemy clapped twice and stepped back. “You have your first and second, I see.” He looked scornfully to Alec’s left side. “Poor Tyren, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”

Fury raced through Alec’s blood, and he changed to his black dragon form in a flash. Soul-deep tremors surged through his body as his dragon gained its full power. He spread his wings and gusted air at the challenger. He waited, as was customary, for his enemy to change forms.

“Finally.” Ambrogino smirked and jumped into the air, changing into his brown dragon form mid-leap. He surged toward Alec with his fangs bared and spiked tail swinging.

Alec’s talons met the attack, and he slammed the lighter-bodied dragon to the ground. The hard floor absorbed the impact with a shudder. The brown dragon flipped over and crawled to his feet. Alec blew smoke around the room, obscuring the fight from the others.

Inside the column of smoke, Alec circled. The brown dragon feinted, left, then right, and blew a stream of fire at Alec. Alec dodged and waited. The highest dragon always had the advantage in a fight. His enemy was trying to trick him into giving up his superior position.

Ambrogino soon grew impatient and stalked to the perimeter of the smoke, looking for a different advantage. Fury raged through Alec at the thought that he might escape. With a roar, he dove on the brown dragon, pinning his enemy to the ground.

“You’ll never win.” His enemy heckled him in the old language. “You have become soft and predictable.” He wound his tail between their bodies and pointed the razor sharp tip at Alec’s heart. He pushed the tip between Alec scales, and to Alec’s astonishment, the tip speared through his scales to his rib cage.

Pain exploded, and his vision wavered. Alec roared and jumped off. The barbed tail imbedded inside his chest yanked free, pulling his scales out with it. Blood dripped over the brown dragon.

The brown dragon roared in short and staccato bursts, the equivalent of human laughter. He jumped in the air and met Alec eye to eye. “You’re dead.”

“Not even close.” Alec lunged at him, clamping the brown dragon’s tail between his vise-like jaws. Alec shook his head back and forth, shaking the dragon like a bullwhip. Finally he slung Ambrogino to the ground. He followed him to the floor and held his back leg on his flailing tail.

“Submit!” Alec latched his jaws around his neck.

The brown dragon bucked under him, trying to get leverage. Alec tightened his mouth, and his caustic saliva coated the brown dragon’s face. The furious beat of the brown dragon’s pulse hammered on his tongue, and Alec’s blood fury rose. He bit harder, until his enemy roared in pain.

“Submit!” Alec repeated with mind speak.

Through the smoke, Tyren and Leo marched forward. “Swear your loyalty, Ambrogino,” Leo ordered. “You’re beaten.”

One of the Siberians came forward and bowed. “I am Ambrogino’s first, and the former leader of the northern fold. The fire dragon is beaten. We pledge our loyalty to the black dragon in return for attending the ceremony.”

Ambrogino roared underneath Alec, and Alec gave his neck a shake until his enemy stilled.

“And the brown dragon?” Leo asked.

“I cannot speak for him,” the man said.

Alec pushed his teeth into his enemy’s neck. Blood oozed. His life would end with one more squeeze of Alec’s jaw. Since the day his former friend had tried to take the throne from him, he had waited for this moment. The moment when he would push his fangs into his enemy’s throat, his death just moments away. He wanted to do it, end the fight for good.

Alec firmed his mouth, ready to bite—

“I submit,” Ambrogino gurgled. Alec paused, feeling his frantic pulse and the taste of his metallic blood against his tongue.

“Jer’ol,” Leo called. “He is done.”

Frustration beat through Alec. This wasn’t over. His enemy would challenge him again, and again until he was dead. But he was the Jer’ol, the leader of the dragons. How could he expect others to follow the ancient ways if he did not?

Alec released his enemy and leaped off his body. In a soul-trembling quiver, he changed back to his human form. His rational human mind exerted welcome control over the beast.

In his human form, Ambrogino cowered, looking pathetic. It was an act.

The Siberians hurried forward to help him to his feet.

“All of you, on your knees before your Jer’ol.” Alec’s chest throbbed, and hot sticky blood wept from his chest wound. He didn’t feel the pain, just fury at the missed kill.

The group fell to their knees and bent their heads.

“Do you swear to adhere to the ancient ways, swearing loyalty to me as your Jer’ol?”

“Yes, Jer’ol,” everyone chorused.

Alec surveyed the group for any dissention—none so much as lifted their head to look at him. “The Siberians may join the ceremony,” Alec said. There was a murmur of excitement through the group. Siberian, or Russian, or African…every dragon alive wanted to find his mate. “First sign of trouble and all of you will be banished. Police yourselves if you have a hope for your lineage.”

Ambrogino regarded him with a pleased smile that made Alec’s skin crawl. He was beaten. He had just pledged his loyalty publicly.

Why did he appear so content?

Chapter Fourteen

“Do you like the name Lilly Belle?” Lucy hurried beside the Viking, taking two steps for the tall woman’s every one.

“It’s my name.” Lilly Belle glanced at her.

“I know, but do you prefer something else?”

They strode across the casino floor toward the gem exhibit. Lilly Belle grabbed her arm and stopped her when they came to a branching hall. She looked both ways, like a crossing guard, and then pulled Lucy forward.

“Do you have a nickname or something?” Lucy said.

Lilly Belle glanced down at her. “Yes.”

Okey dokey. She only asked because she didn’t want to know.

Ahead of them, a short-haired woman stood between the guards watching the sealed gem exhibit. As they drew closer, Lucy saw that the woman had something in her hand, something big and metallic.

“Is that a sword?” Lucy asked. “How can you have a sword in here?”

“Thank you, Mia,” Lilly Belle said to the woman and pulled the sword blade, checking the edge before sheathing it and unbuckling the harness straps. It was a sword, real and deadly, with honed steel and a three-inch wide blade. The two dark-suited guards did not react, but stood as still as the Beefeaters at the Buckingham Palace.

“I thought it was illegal to carry weapons in a casino?” Lucy whispered.

The new woman grimaced at her like she had grown two heads. “The human?” The brunette had a slight accent. She reached for Lucy’s right hand and examined the stamp, then muttered a foreign-sounding expletive.

Lilly Belle answered in the same singsong language.

Lucy pulled her hand back and cradled it over her stomach. She knew five languages, including Latin. Their words did not sound Nordic, or Russian, and definitely not Italian. “What language are you speaking?”

The dark-haired woman shook her head. “Be careful, Lil,” she said before she turned and left.

“Lil,” Lucy said, glad to grab onto a safe topic. “Your nickname is Lil. It fits.”

Lilly Belle buckled the sword’s leather harness to her chest.

“You’re like the Beatles song. ‘Her name was MacGill, she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy…’”

“You like the Beatles?” Lil gave her a surprised look when Lucy nodded. “They’re a little old for you, aren’t they?”

“Are you kidding? The Beatles are timeless. My Mom and Dad used to dance to them, before my Dad went away…”

It was one of the best childhood memories she and Joey had. Lucy could still remember her parents moving all the living room furniture and dancing to songs from their youth after dinner. Lucy relished the bittersweet memory and heard again in her head the tinny tunes of The Long and Winding Road. Their Mom had giggled at Dad’s off-key baritone. He always sang along. He knew every song, and every single word.

They had been a family then. They had been happy.

Little did they all know, the winding road would soon dead-end.

Next to them, a uniformed staff member pushed a cleaning cart toward the bathroom. Lucy watched the cart with unfocused eyes, her mind still in the past. A wheel squeaked on the cart, and Lucy focused on the janitor.

Joey smiled back at her and blew her a kiss.

Joey. Her breath stuck in her throat and her mind careened out of the past and into her present pile of shit-o-la. “I need to use the restroom,” she said to Lil. Her voice sounded shaky, but Lil didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Can’t a girl do anything alone?”

“No.” Lil seemed unfazed. “I need to stay with you at all times.”

Lucy walked to the restroom with Lil at her side. She stopped beside Joey, who was straightening the supplies on his cart. What a joke. He wouldn’t know how to clean a bathroom if his life depended on it.

“You done in there?” she asked him.

“Yes, ma’am.” The way he said the word ma’am with two syllables and a fake southern drawl got her hackles up. What were he and Gino planning now?

“What kind of cleaning are you doing?” The question sounded rather obvious since he was outside the bathrooms, but Joey would know what she meant.

Lil frowned and crossed her arms. “I thought you had to go?”

“I do.” Lucy glared at Joey. “I’m just so curious about the cleaning.”

Joey grinned. “Just double checking everything, making sure it’s all ready to go.”

Ready to go. Dammit, they must have gotten new keycard somehow. “When do you finish your cleaning?”

Lil shifted beside her impatiently.

“I’ve got a long shift today,” Joey said. “I don’t get done ‘til midnight.”

“What happens then?” It was a question too far—she knew it and Joey knew it. Lil dropped her arms and glanced between the two of them, like she was aware she was missing something.

Joey rearranged green and red spray bottles on the cart. “Got a little party planned. If you’re interested, my friends and I are meeting in the employee parking garage.” Joey pushed the cart away, not waiting to hear her response.

“Are you flirting with the staff?” Lil’s voice was incredulous.

It was Lucy’s turn to not respond. She pushed the women’s bathroom door open and fumbled into a stall. Gino and Joey must have a card if they were going to hit the gem collection at midnight. Holy Hell. Lucy shimmied her pants down, sat on the toilet.

She studied her hands, one manicured with smudged white tips, the other with ragged nails and the bizzaro stamp. Neither hand felt like it belonged to her. What should she do? She couldn’t let Joey steal from Alec. How could she get Joey to leave with her before Gino pulled the job at midnight? She didn’t even know what time it was now.

While she washed her hands, she thought hard. “What time is it?” she asked Lil.

Lil pushed at her ear and said something to somebody else. Interesting. Lucy hadn’t noticed the tiny mic/com in her ear earlier.

“Ten o’clock,” Lil said.

Lucy dried her hands. Maybe she could do something to break the thumb access and foul up their entry, set off the alarms when they tried to enter. But then Joey would go to prison. She couldn’t be the one to throw the pitch on his third strike.

Lucy swallowed hard. She had been drying her hands for too long. Lil was staring at her like she was a nut. Little did she know.

“Let’s go see those jewels.” Lucy smiled, overly bright.

Inside the vault, Lil locked the steel door. Bolts engaged and electronics and metal swished closed. When they were alone, Lil took a deep breath and released it slowly. Her brawny frame seemed to deflate with released tension.

“You like it in here?” Lucy stepped to the first case. A gold breastplate studded in colorful jewels rested against black velvet. It had to be Mayan with the crude studding on the edges. The next case held a 15th century Venetian diamond necklace.

“I like it that you’re safe in here.” Lil sat on the second step leading to the balcony.

Lucy’s head buzzed with frustration. Enough with all the innuendos.

“Truth time.” Lucy stopped in front of her. “Why are you wearing a sword? Why do you think I’m not safe out there? What is this thing on my hand?” She turned her wrist in case Lil had forgotten the stamp.

Lil smiled a genuine smile. It softened her features and made her appear like she could be someone’s friend. “You’ll have to ask Mr. Gerald those questions. He’ll be here soon.”

Lucy gritted her teeth. Lil’s response only made Lucy more determined. She was programmed for the ready response of Google, not slow microfiche basement searches. “Am I really in danger?”

“I believe you are.”

“Why?”

“Mother Superior is jumping the gun.” Lil smiled at pun. “I like the Beatles too.”

Lucy put her hands on her hips, but couldn’t help a smile. “Are you calling me a nun?”

“Happiness is a warm gun.” Lil held up her hands. The gesture would have been playful, if it hadn’t made the vein on her bicep bulge and the sword scrape across the stair.

“That doesn’t tell me why you’re carrying a sword—a real sword. I know my metals. That is non-alloyed steel. That sword is old. Very old.”

“Lucy, let it go. I can’t tell you more than I have.”

The door beeped. Someone was entering the exhibit.

Lil jumped up, pulled her broadsword, and pushed Lucy behind her. They stood for the space of several seconds while the bolts disengaged and the door slid wide.

Gino ran through the gap, carrying a wicked-looking curved blade. At his feet, the two exhibit guards lay unconscious, bleeding.

“Gino!” Lucy yelled, aghast to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“You know Ambrogino?” Lil cast a shocked look back and forth between the two of them.

“No. Yes…” Lucy fumbled her response. “He’s bad.” It was a silly statement, but it covered the basics.

“You don’t say.” Lil opened a storage door under the balcony stair and pushed Lucy inside. “Stay there.”

Lucy crouched in the dark space with her knees to her chest. She should be out there, telling Gino to back off, leave them alone. Tell him she wasn’t going along with his plans anymore. She peeked through the crack in the door. Lil approached Gino and said something in the strange language, but Gino backhanded her, knocking her to the ground.

“Lil!” Lucy opened the door and stepped out. This was all her fault. She shifted from right to left foot, trying to override her desire to get back under the stairs and hide.

Gino laughed. Suddenly, he changed into one of the theater beasts. A brown dragon with red lining its eyes, tail ridge, and wing tips. Spiraled horns grew from its head and fangs protruded from its mouth. Lil jumped to her feet and swung her sword at the creature.

A dragon? In here? Lucy’s body trembled, her breathing grew ragged, and her eyes couldn’t accept what see was seeing. Had Gino somehow joined the Cirque du Soleil show? Her mind skipped over the unbelievable data.

The brown dragon flew a figure-eight pattern near the rafters and roared so loudly, the glass of the jewel cases rattled. Lucy’s heart jumped a beat and her palms left sweat marks on the front of her pants. This was crazy.

Lil jumped on a glass case and swung her sword into the belly of the dragon. Ice seemed to come out of the end of her sword. She was good, like Bruce Lee with a blond braid.

The dragon roared. Blood gurgled off its chest, and it screeched and landed on the ground. It stretched its talons toward Lil, trying to grab her. When Lil swung upward with her sword, the dragon knocked her down. Her head hit the corner of a jewel case, and she crumpled to the floor, not moving.

Above them, the cloth draping on the ceiling burst into flames and fell to the floor.

Heat gusted over her face, tightening the skin. It was a real fire.

Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter.

The dragon picked up Lil in his claws and shook her like a rag doll. Still Lil did not move. This was too much. Smoke hit Lucy in the face and she coughed.

“Hey, stop this!”

The dragon pivoted his head. It dropped Lil to the ground and trudged toward Lucy. Its spiked tail swung behind it like some crazy dinosaur animation. Jewelry cases shattered into piles of glass and steel.

“That’s enough!” Lucy yelled. Flaming curtains and brocade paper crashed to the ground. Ceiling sprinklers turned on and water poured from the ceiling like a torrential storm.

The dragon stopped a few feet from her. Its lips pulled back to show yellow fangs and black gums dripping with saliva. It inhaled deeply and then blew out, coating her in a foul liquid that smelled like rotten eggs and stale smoke.

The steel door beeped and swished open. Alec and a small army of black-clothed guards rushed inside.

“Lucy!” Alec called.

Lucy wiped water from her eyes and stared at the brown dragon, disbelief paralyzing her.

The dragon opened his mouth and lunged at her. His teeth sunk into her shoulder and he lifted her off the ground. Pain exploded through her body. She saw Alec’s furious face before the floor slammed into her body.

A bigger black dragon came out of nowhere, pinned the brown dragon to the floor, and shook him by the neck. Lucy was so close, she could see the half-circle shaped scales of the black dragon flexing. The brown dragon shrieked, but the black dragon held on, squeezing the other dragon’s throat until it stopped moving.

The brown dragon’s head thudded to the floor next to her. Its pupils dilated to the edges of pink irises and took on the unmistakable mask of death.

This was too real to be fake.

Lucy pushed herself up on her arms and looked around the destroyed room. Her shoulder throbbed. She was hurt. Really hurt. Smoke trailed upward from charred fabric and material, gone soggy with the sprinkler water. Priceless jewels scattered on the floor.

Lil was unconscious.

Could they be real dragons?

She stared at the black dragon. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. The dragon walked forward on all fours, watching her. In a shimmer, he changed into a man.

Alec.

One minute it was a dragon, the next minute it was Alec. Beside her, the brown dragon shrank and turned into a bloodied man.

Gino. Dead.

She scooted to the edge of the stairs.

Alec stepped toward her as if he approached an injured animal, uncertain if she would bolt. His hand reached for her, palm up. She remembered him touching her in a caress. It was the same hand, the same man.

“You’re a dragon?” she whispered the words.

“Yes, I told you so.”

Alec’s face wavered in front of her. In her mind, she heard a rushing sound. A black tide crashed over her, tugging her out to sea. She closed her eyes, welcoming the unknown over the evidence of dragons.

…

Alec picked up Lucy and cradled her to his chest. “See to Lil first,” he told Leo. “Then transfer all the jewels to my private vault.” Alec opened the steel door.

“What about Ambrogino?” Leo asked.

“Burn him so that he can’t regenerate.”

In the hall, gamblers watched Alec carrying Lucy with wide eyes. Lucy was pale, and her breathing was choppy. The three puncture wounds on her right shoulder had to hurt like hell.

Alec could hardly concentrate over the roaring in his head. Lucy had been in danger, almost killed. It was unacceptable, it couldn’t happen again. His father had prepared him to assume the role of King, but he would not, could not sacrifice his mate for anyone.

“Send the doctor to my suite,” he said out loud, knowing Darius would see and hear him in the surveillance room.

He pushed his hand on the security panel that activated the elevator to the dragon floors. Up, up they whisked. The blue cloudless day would have be perfect for flying—flying away with his mate—leaving the dragons and their problems behind.

At the dragon’s quarters, he stepped through the communal gathering area. The festive chatter of newly arrived dragons from every corner of the world stopped. A low hissing, akin to human booing, sounded at the back of the room.

Alec stopped, turning in a wide arc. “Who dares insult my mate?” He pulled Lucy’s face protectively to his chest.

Lin, one of the commanders of the Chinese fold, stepped forward with his eyes downcast. “They meant no disrespect, Jer’ol. They’re young and excited by the ceremony.”

Alec understood Lin’s reasoning, but there was no room for weakness with dragons. He had already put down one blood challenge today—he did not need another. Better to handle the naysayer where all could see and learn not to challenge his authority.

“I ask again.” He set the still unconscious Lucy carefully in a chair and opened his arms wide to the room. “Who dares come into my home, enjoy my hospitality, and hiss at my mate?”

There was a rumble of chatter through the crowd. A young, brash Chinese man stepped forward. “It was me,” the young man said with a heavy Asian accent. “You brought a human among our kind. It is forbidden.”

“The human is my destined mate.”

The man glanced over his shoulder for support from his comrades. “You’re mistaken. There has never been a human mate,” the young man continued in a righteous tone.

“I say she is.” Alec stepped closer, crowding the naysayer.

Again there was hissing from the back of the room. The disrespect was worse than he realized. Alec bumped the young man with his chest, forcing him backward.

“Jer’ol,” Lin said. “I beg your forgiveness of my son.”

“Your father knows the only history that matters here is mine.” Alec smiled wide with feral intensity. “I’ll kill you.”

“I would like to see you try.” The young man fisted his hands at his side and swung for Alec.

Alec easily deflected the blow and twisted the man’s arm behind his back. A hard tug upward dislocated the young man’s shoulder.

The young man cried out and curled into a ball on the floor.

“Please.” Lin dropped to the floor on his knees. “He is my son.” The words were wretched from his father’s heart, an elderly father that Alec knew would not have more sons. The rest of the room followed Lin to the floor like supplicants at Mass.

Leo and Tyren took positions at Alec’s left and right. Alec really didn’t want to kill the kid.

“Al-l-e-ec,” Lucy called from the chair. Her face was blanched and her teeth chattered.

Alec took a deep breath and blew out his rage “Put him in a cell. Let the doctor set his shoulder, but he will not be allowed to participate in the ceremony.” It was a horrible punishment. But the young man would live to see another ceremony and breeding season.

“Thank you, Jer’ol.” Lin nodded, accepting the sentence. “I am grateful.” He thumped his closed fist over his heart. It was the dragon gesture for family, loyalty, and respect.

“You make sure there is no more trouble with your fold,” Alec said before picking up Lucy and crossing the outdoor patio toward his tower.

The wind blew strong enough to knock humans to their knees. Alec rode another elevator to the top of the south tower. Guards followed him to his suite and took up watch outside his door. Leo would be behind that detail. It was good to have careful friends.

“Alec?” Lucy pulled her head back. “Who’re all these people?”

“They’re shape-shifting dragons, like me. They’re here for the mating ceremony tomorrow night.”

“Another party?” She seemed confused.

“It’s more than just a party.” He laid her on his bed and sat beside her. “It is a time when all the dragons in the world come together to join, and begin the next generation.”

“How can you really be a dragon? I don’t understand.”

“The doctor will be here in a minute.” Alec brushed damp hair from her brow. “How’re you feeling?”

“How do you think?” Lucy’s lips were blue and her teeth chattered. She squeezed her eyes closed, like she could make him go away.

He grabbed her hands. “Lucy, look at me.”

She opened her eyes a sliver.

“I know it is hard for a human to believe. But I am a dragon. And you are my destined mate.” He spoke the words slowly, giving them time to sink in.

Lucy shook her head and pushed her face into the pillow. “This is all a bad dream.”

A knock sounded at the door. The doctor entered the bedroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. Eyes downcast, he waited for Alec to acknowledge him.

“She was bitten in the shoulder by a fire dragon.”

The doctor set aside his black medical bag. “May I examine her?”

“Yes.” Alec went to the windows and gazed out on the patio. This morning, dragon couples had mingled in every corner of the roof patio. Now, not a single soul could be seen. Word had spread he was in a killing mood.

“She’s a human?” The doctor’s words were incredulous.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, Jer’ol,” the man stammered. “I care for humans in my regular practice. I just didn’t expect to see her here.”

“She’s my mate.” Alec crossed his arms.

The doctor put on gloves and pulled back Lucy’s torn brown sweater. Lucy gave a moan but kept her face turned to the pillow and her eyes closed. “These bite marks need cleaning and stitches. She’ll need a round of antibiotics. The risk of infection is very high with humans. She’ll be in some pain.”

“Fix it.”

Suddenly, Lucy sat up and grabbed the doctor’s suit lapels. “You’ve got to help me get out of here. This man is holding me against my will.”

The doctor whipped his head toward Alec and then gently disengaged Lucy’s fingers. “I’m sorry you’re scared, but you’re in good hands here. You are the Jer’ol’s mate,” he said, excitement in his voice.

“I’m his prisoner,” Lucy insisted.

The doctor looked perplexed and busied himself removing his gloves. “I’ll just collect my supplies and return.” The doctor left without meeting Lucy’s eyes.

“Testa di merda,” Lucy said and fell back against the bed.

A surge of admiration rushed through Alec. His mate was a fighter. She had seen her first dragons and been mauled, and still she was trying to escape. He sat beside her and lifted her chin. She was pale and shaking but her eyes were alive with anger.

“You were pretending to be sick?”

Lucy yanked her chin away. “No. My shoulder feels like it’s been ripped off. But I’m not staying here with some delusional cult.”

“Every one of the dragons is here by his or her own choice.” Alec wished they had time for her to understand that they weren’t a cult. He wished she were safe on her own, so that she could choose to be with him. But he didn’t know who else Ambrogino may have swayed to his side, and the young Chinese dragon had been too bold by half.

Lucy would have to stay. Whether she liked it or not.

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t understand yet,” Alec said gently. “But you can’t leave. There are people who might want to hurt you.”

“I. Am. Leaving.” Lucy’s face was a pugnacious blend of stubbornness and certainty.

“No. You. Are. Not.”

Chapter Fifteen

Lucy fingered the cell phone she had lifted from the doctor. A maid had taken her torn clothing so that all she wore under the thousand thread count blue sheets was her underwear. The bra strap on her right shoulder was torn where the creature had bitten her.

Fear and indecision clenched her stomach tight. What sins had she committed to wind up mauled, nearly burned to death, and now a “guest” of an apparent dragon cult leader?

She’d heard of vampires and werewolves—zombies were even popular now—but dragons? She glanced at the phone in her right hand. The hand stamp that had been faint in the spa was now vibrant red, blues, and greens circling a black dragon. Where was St. George when she needed him to kill—what did you even call a bunch of dragons?

A flock? A herd?

Lucy shook her head. A horde of dragons, in the middle of Las Vegas, and no one noticed?

Crazy.

Perhaps the creatures in the exhibit really were theater dragons. Was that possible? Could it all be an elaborate hoax? The fire and water had scorched her and drenched her. Her injury was no joke—her shoulder throbbed with each beat of her pulse. Lucy flipped through the data: the flying, the fighting, the pink death eyes…and forced a number, 60%. She turned the percentage over in her head to see if it stuck. It did.

60%.

It was more likely than not that they were real and she was hangin’ with dragons.

Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter.

She was in trouble. Big trouble.

She was having a fling with a dragon, and until the mauling, totally enjoying it. And, by taking Alec’s keycard and thumbprint, she had helped her brother and Gino steal from him. Which was worse, stealing from a dragon or being the mate of a dragon? The throbbing in her shoulder spread until her throat seemed constricted in a vise.

Pulling in deep breaths, she held them, and then exhaled them slowly. Alec’s bedroom was done in elegant blue and gray colors—no doubt, intended to provide a peaceful respite for the casino owner, who also happened to be a beast.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

The panic rose like bile in her throat. She went for the soothing “P” words: pallbearer, palpitate, panic, paradox, perverse, psychotic, piranha, pummel, pyrrhic…

When she was calmer, she slipped out of the bed. Nudging the curtains apart, she focused on the twenty or so “people” setting up for an outdoor party. Arena-like seating surrounded a microphone and stage, several bars clustered between palm trees, and couches nestled off to the side around fire pits.

All the better to eat you with, my dear.

She considered waving for help, but the people up here wouldn’t help her. They would be like the doctor. They would be Alec’s dragon minions. The irony of being held in the tine of a golden crown—a literal gilded cage—made her crush the soft curtain in her hand.

Lucy tiptoed to a corner of the bedroom and angled her body where she could see the bedroom door. She dialed Joey’s cell number from the doctor’s phone. “Joey,” she whispered when he answered.

“Who is this?” Joey’s voice was surly.

“It’s Lucy.”

“Lucy, where the hell are you? Have you seen Gino?” Joey didn’t pause to give her a chance to answer. “The gem exhibit burned, and the fire department and police have been all over it. They’ve moved the gems somewhere—you have to find out where.”

“Joey, stop talking.” Lucy took a breath, but he didn’t interrupt her again. “I’m being held prisoner by Alec Gerald. You have to get me out of here.”

“Does he know about the gem heist?”

“No. I’m in a tower on top of the casino, in Alec’s suite. I need some clothes and shoes.”

Silence.

“Joey?” Her voice trembled.

“Let me get this straight,” Joey said after a short pause. “You’re in Gerald’s suite, without clothes, and you want me to come get you?” He exhaled loudly. “Are you kidding me? I still can’t close my hand from that knife Gino put in it. These guys are going to kill us if we don’t deliver on the exhibit.”

“Joey, Gino is dead, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. This is way bigger than the exhibit. Alec is a dragon. They’re all dragons…” Lucy couldn’t keep the near hysteria from her voice.

She heard Joey’s sharp, incredulous laugh. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me.” Joey laughed again and Lucy realized he thought she was looped. “Luce, look, find out where the jewels are. We have a suite, 504. We’re all ready to go. We just need to know where the jewels are. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Joey, I need your help.” Her voice broke.

“Look, sis, I’m glad you’re getting your rocks off while my ass is on the line, but these guys are after a different kind of rocks, if you know what I mean.”

Lucy slid down the wall until she sat on the carpet, holding her bent legs to her chest. A fine trembling started at her shoulders and spread to her tailbone, so that her knees knocked and her whole body shuddered. Joey didn’t believe her. All he cared about was the robbery. Nothing else mattered to him.

Not even her…

Her heart hurt like an anvil crushed it, and her back teeth banged against each other. Determinedly, she clenched her jaw, but the air around her was too thin and too cold. She could have been stranded at the top of Mount Everest—without oxygen and freezing—abandoned by the one person she thought she could always count on.

Tears she had been holding in check flooded Lucy’s eyes and trickled down her cheeks. Angrily, she wiped them away with the back of her hand. If she could just get Joey away from Vegas, clear his head, start over.

Start fresh.

But she didn’t know where Alec’s exhibit gems were. All she knew about was his private vault. Her heart stilled. The Padma sapphire would convince Joey to leave with her. She could pretend to go along with the whole dragon thing and get the sapphire.

Then Joey would leave with her.

“I know where a huge uncut sapphire is.” Her words were high and tight. The survivor part of her mind screamed that this wasn’t a well-thought-out plan. The recently seduced woman screamed that Alec would never forgive her and would likely hunt her to the ends of the earth. The abandoned sister ignored the warnings and went with the only available solution to save Joey. “It’s worth millions. I can get it. If you’ll leave Vegas with me. But it has to be today.”

“How many millions?” Joey’s voice was suspicious.

“Four to five if it’s cut right.” Lucy’s heart squeezed with a painful burst of conscience, which she plowed through. “No more gambling and illegal scores. You have to promise me for real this time.”

“Sis, these guys don’t negotiate—”

“It’s not for them! It’s for us. We walk out of here together and get on a plane to Brazil.”

“Brazil?” He was thinking about it, and Lucy’s heart skipped a hopeful beat. “What’s in Brazil?”

“Beautiful ladies and beaches.” Lucy painted the picture with the-easy-life brush strokes. “I’ve contacts there. We can start over.”

“You’re trying to bribe me, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.” Lucy had no qualms about being transparent. “I’ll get you the stone and find a buyer, but you have to leave with me today. Those are my terms.”

Joey was silent. He’d want it all, the sapphire and the exhibit jewels. He was always all-in from the first card.

That was why he always lost.

“Joey, you’ll never be able to get the jewels from the exhibit. They’ll be cleaned and checked for damage for the next several months.” It seemed a good enough excuse. “This plan is simple, no risk, and I do all the work.”

“But Gino offered me a buy in. It could pan out better than a single jewel—”

“Gino’s dead!” she interrupted him. “There is no buy in. Do this. It’s your last chance with me. I won’t help you anymore. I mean it.” Lucy put force behind the words.

“I’ll talk to Gino, see what he says,” Joey said. “He won’t want to lose me. He says I remind him of his brother Vito.”

Gino probably didn’t even have a brother. His talk was all suffocating, clingy, lung-clogging smoke, just like his bingo parlor.

“I’ll bring the stone to your suite. You can let me know your answer then.” The door to the suite opened. Lucy disconnected, jumped up, and slid back under the sheets. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she forced her breathing to be gentle, as if she were sleeping.

The doctor entered the bedroom carrying his black medical bag. “How’re you feeling?” he asked politely.

Lucy rubbed her eyes as if she had just woken. Her heart hammered so loudly she wondered if he heard it. Did dragons have supernatural hearing? What exactly were their powers, anyway? The doctor didn’t seem aware of her thoughts or her plans with Joey.

“Okay,” she said pitifully.

“You’ve had quite an ordeal, but I’ve brought some medicine that will fix you right up.” The phone vibrated at Lucy’s hip and sang, “Aaaare you gonna take me home tonight…”

Lucy forced a bland look as the doctor patted his pockets.

“My phone? That’s my ringtone.” The doctor stepped to the bed and flipped back the covers. “Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go ‘round.” The doctor picked up the phone with a puzzled frown. “I must have dropped it before.”

He flipped open the phone. “Hello?” His gaze flew to her face. “Lucy? There’s no Lucy here, you must have the wrong number.” He closed the phone and put it in his pocket.

Lucy’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell him. He’ll kill me.” She didn’t have to act to put panic in her voice.

The doctor shook his head. “The Jer’ol would never hurt you. He would give his life for you. You’re his mate.” He put on latex gloves and spread a medical drape on the bed before lining up supplies like it was a sterile operating table. He went back to his bag and returned with two pills and a glass of water. “Take these.”

Lucy cheeked the medicine but drank the entire glass of water.

The doctor shook his head. “Lucy, I’ve seen patients hold their medicine in their mouths before.”

Lucy tried to look confused.

“Do what you want, but your wound needs to be cleaned and it is going to hurt, a lot, and then I’ve got to put in stitches.”

Lucy moved the bitter pills to the top of her tongue and swallowed them.

“Good girl.” He got more supplies out of his bag. “The medicine will take a minute to work.”

His fatherly tone pissed her off, and she glared at him. “Don’t pretend to care about me.”

“But I do.” He thumped a fist to his heart. “Caring for the mate of the Jer’ol is a great honor, even if you are human.”

“Dragons don’t mate with humans?”

“In ancient times, sometimes we found our mates with the magicians. But never with other humans, especially not in these days.”

Alec hadn’t really told her what the whole mate thing meant. “Do dragons eat their mates when they’re done, like spiders?”

“No.” The doctor gave a professorial chuckle and sat beside her. He draped more white sheeting around her. “Finding one’s mate is complicated.” He cleared his throat like the statement evoked emotion.

Obviously, he was not so lucky in love. Changing his ringtone might help.

“There aren’t many dragons left in the world. When we find our mate, there is a connection, a spark…or, at least, that’s what they say.” The doctor picked up a bottle and rubbed disinfectant around her shoulder.

Lucy winced as the solution bubbled deep in her tissue. “What happens after you find your mate?”

“Dragons are sterile except during the mating ceremony. So finding your destined mate and enjoying the bonding ceremony is critical to our survival.” He set aside the bottle. “Male dragons who don’t find their mates begin to lose their dragon blood. Eventually, we become wholly human and lose our dragon forms.”

“I take it no one wants to be wholly human.”

“It’s worse than death.” The doctor raised solemn eyes to her.

Oh, please. Lucy understood that the doctor was being sincere, but why was being all-the-way human all that bad?

“If you don’t like being human, why do you spend so much time in human form?”

“We have to.” The doctor picked up tweezers and scissors and eyed her shoulder. “We are too aggressive in our dragon forms to live together. And the world is too crowded now for a dragon to have its own lair. So, we live together as humans. But we take to the sky daily to stretch our wings.” He gave her a broad smile.

“How do you manage not to be seen?”

“It is the brilliance of the Jer’ol, placing the sanctuary in the middle of Vegas.” At Lucy’s raised eyebrows, the doctor continued. “The lights conceal the sky, and the tourists don’t think twice about seeing a dragon around the Crown Jewel. Absolutely brilliant. The Jer’ol is a worthy king.”

“Is Alec close to losing his dragon form?”

Someone cleared his voice from the doorway, and Lucy looked up to see Alec.

“We do not discuss such things, ever.” Alec walked to the bed and sat opposite from the doctor.

The doctor got busy sorting his supplies and kept his head down.

Lucy replayed the information the doctor had shared. “You can’t have baby dragons except with your destined mate, and even then you have to have a group bonding ceremony?” Talk about birth control even the Pope could get behind.

Alec nodded.

“Are you people cursed?” Lucy closed her eyes against the whisk of scissors on her shoulder.

“Cursed?” The doctor paused and glanced at Alec. “No, that’s just the way it is.”

“Look. You two. Trust me. I am a Ph.D. I’ve studied ancient cultures all over the world. I know my mythology, and this has ‘curse’ written all over it.” Lucy didn’t, in fact, know anything about dragons, but she was suddenly enjoying herself. Her brain was light and airy, the throbbing in her shoulder was distant and oh, so much better. “It could be the witches casting an anti-love spell on you.”

“An anti-love spell?” The doctor cleared his throat. “I think you’re ready for me to close your wound now.”

…

Alec held Lucy still while the doctor cleaned out her shoulder. It wasn’t really necessary—judging by her continuous chatter, she was feeling no pain.

“Trust me, Alec.” She gave him a sincere nod. “There has to be a witch somewhere that wants to kill off your dragons. You just need to find her. Maybe she is working with the vampires…” This last bit she whispered and seemed to nod off.

Abruptly, she opened her eyes. “I’ve decided I believe you about being a dragon.”

Alec brushed her snarled hair back from her face. “That’s good.”

“You’re so amazing.” She grabbed his fingers with her free hand. “Why, why, why did you have to be a dragon cult leader?”

Aggravation filled Alec, but he kept his voice steady. “We’re not a cult. Every dragon is here by his or her own choice. It’s your choice to stay or go.” It hurt his heart to say the words, but if she really wanted to leave, deny their bond, he would let her.

She was his mate. He loved her that much.

“I can’t, I have my brother…” Lucy sighed. “He’s always in trouble. We stick together. We only have each other.” A single tear spilled on the blue pillowcase.

“Lucy, nothing has to change in your life if you stay with me. I’ll see to your brother.”

“Good luck.” She snorted and then gave him a suspicious look. “You would still let me fly around the world and consult on gems?”

“I would fly you myself.”

Lucy smiled a dreamy smile. “What’s it like to fly?”

The doctor smiled and picked up a needle to start the stitches. “It’s magical. You’ll love it.”

Lucy glanced back and forth between the two men. “The doctor has not found his mate,” she whispered to Alec, as if the doctor couldn’t hear her.

Alec frowned. “Lucy, among dragons, saying such a thing is like saying someone is so bad that the Fates don’t favor him. It’s very rude.”

“Oh.” She turned her head to the doctor. “You need to change your ringtone.”

“What?” The doctor pulled through his stitch. “On my phone?”

“Yes. It’s too outdated.” Lucy shrugged her good shoulder. “And it’s just…” She searched for the word. “Offensive.”

“Offensive?”

“I know you’re probably trying to send the message that you love all women, even the fat-bottomed ones, but it just makes you seem like a horndog, like you’d have sex with anyone. That you wouldn’t be faithful.”

The doctor frowned. “I’m a very loyal person.”

Lucy patted his sewing hand. “I’m sure you are, but your ringtone says you are not. These days, ringtones are a person’s mantra, his personal credo. Women pay attention to them.”

“So, I need a song that says what, exactly?” The doctor pulled through another stitch.

“Well, something old-fashioned is fine. But you need to say you’re passionate and loyal. A bring-home-the-bacon, fry-it-up-in-the-pan, kind of guy.”

The doctor cleared his throat and tied off his last stitch. “I’ll see what I can find.” He gathered up his supplies. “She needs to take these every four hours.” He handed Alec a prescription bottle. “I’ll check on her tomorrow after the ceremony.” He gave a short bow to both of them and left the room.

“I didn’t mean to be rude,” Lucy said.

“He’ll survive.” Alec surveyed the doctor’s work. The gash was sewn shut with ten tiny black stitches. “You’ll probably have a scar.”

Lucy glanced at her shoulder. “It looks like I was bitten by a dragon.” She closed her eyes. “I can’t think. My brain is fluffy. Could I have some new clothes? I’d like to get up and walk around a bit. Maybe look at the jewels in your vault again.”

Alex raised his brows. “You sure you are up to it?”

When Lucy nodded, he picked up the house phone and asked Jane to bring up some comfortable clothing.

“I really want to see the Padma sapphire again.” Lucy seemed to be focusing on her speech, making it sound clipped and precise.

“The sapphire?” Alec returned to sit by her, picked up her hand, and kissed the knuckles.

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Maybe later when you’re feeling better.”

“Why not now?”

“Well, for one, I don’t think you can walk. For two, I believe you have a small bit of magic that surfaces around gems. It is best to explore something like that when you’re completely well.” At Lucy’s disappointed look, he added, “If you want, we can go together tomorrow, after the ceremony.”

“You think the sapphire might hurt me? More than your dragons?”

Alec fought down his aggravation at her continued refusal to accept the dragons. “Not hurt, exactly. It’s just unpredictable how you might react to it now that you’re coming into your magic.” Alec kissed her slowly, trying to convey to her that she was cherished and safe. He rested his forehead on hers. “If you give us a chance, we can be very happy together.”

Lucy wiggled out from under him. “What will happen to you if I leave?”

“Leave?” Dragon fire flashed through Alec, and his hands tightened on her arms. Deliberately, he let her go. “It doesn’t matter. It’s your choice whether you stay or not.”

Lucy chewed on her lip. “I just don’t know anymore…”

“Do you remember, before, when I told you about my black opal? How I feel a melding when I touch it?”

“Yes.”

“I feel the same way when I touch you.” Alec brushed his palm down her hip. Sensation shot from his fingers to his groin. “I know you feel it, too.”

Lucy looked away from him, denying the connection with her silence.

Alec fisted his hand and reminded himself that the Fates were never wrong when they brought two souls together. Lucy was stubborn. She would need to come to the decision on her own. He didn’t want her to feel like she had no choice, like Mei and Darius.

Besides, he knew the power of the ceremony. Lucy wouldn’t be able to deny him any more than he would be able to deny her.

“The choice is yours,” he said with a confident smile.

Chapter Sixteen

Lucy paused to examine the painting of St. George and the Dragon in Alec’s entry. Alec had said she could leave, and then left himself, as if he needed some space from her decision-making. Even though she was alone in his penthouse, she knew there were guards in the hall outside the door. Guarding or restraining, their presence was still up for interpretation.

After a few hours sleep, her mind was still fuzzy but clearer on her priorities. There was no way Alec-the-dragon was sane. No way could he mean to have a life with her, a human. She was just a passing frivolity, something for the Dragon King of Las Vegas to play with. She was a shiny new object for his vast collection.

But her heart hurt when she considered leaving Alec-the-man. Their physical connection was otherworldly, a transformation and melding of two people into one. She was as changed with him as the solder she used to form a jewel setting. The gold coil wasn’t much sitting on her shelf, but when she fashioned it around a priceless jewel, it was a foil and a protector. An object of beauty in its own right.

Lucy sighed heavily. Was she doing the right thing? She would yearn for Alec for the rest of her life. But the black dragon he had turned into in the gem exhibit was another story. No way was she, a human, going to make it with a bunch of dragons. Eventually, she would be their lunch, no matter what Alec said.

But she could save Joey with the sapphire. It would have to be enough.

Lucy eyed the painting. Alec had moved the right edge to open the vault. Her trained eye caught on the aged brushstrokes of the Renaissance-style painting and moved over the artist’s famous signature across the horse’s leather harness. A demure pink-clothed maiden picnicked to the side while St. George killed an ugly, undersized dragon at the point of his spear. The original was supposed to be in the National Archives, but she would bet her new cutting set that this copy was real—just another priceless objet de art in Alec’s possession.

The death of a dragon seemed an odd subject choice, given what she now knew about Alec and his people. On George’s boot garter, the single word “Honi” was scrolled, the beginning of the Latin motto for the chivalrous Order of the Garter: disgraced is he who thinks evil of it…

She remembered from Art History class that the meaning of the “evil” was a matter of much scholarly debate. Some believed it referred to rude and unchivalrous actions toward a lady. Others argued that the evil was those who killed dragons or even the dragons themselves. One thing seemed certain though—at one time, there was an order of English knights ordained to slay dragons.

Lucy had always reasoned that the dragons they slew were figurative. Now, she had to wonder if the slayings, like the dragons themselves, were real. Did Alec and the dragons have human enemies? Was that why the other dragons were disdainful of her, a human being as his supposed mate?

Lucy stepped back from the lure of the puzzle. The scholarly questions were easier than her real-life problems. If she let herself, she knew she could find a computer and immerse herself for hours researching dragons and the archaic order of knights. Unfortunately, the mind-sucking task wouldn’t solve her troubles.

Resolve back in place, she tilted the painting to the right, as Alec had, and walked toward the opening vault staircase. The stone walls were rough and cool under her hands, and she felt like she was stepping back in time.

At the vault door, she replayed the sound of Alec’s code in her head: La-la-la-la-la.

Five numbers.

Most security systems allowed three tries. If the alarm went off, she would just act confused by the pain pills, say she wanted to get her cutting set. It was a likely excuse. Plan in place, she traced the three-by-four columned keypad with her finger. The code replayed in her mind: La, low, high, higher, lower.

Most people chose one of the right-hand numbers for their first number, so nine, six, or three. But nine left no higher key sounds, and three left no lower sounds. The first number had to be a six. She studied the other numbers with steady-eyed concentration.

Six-la-la-la-la. Six, low, high, higher, lower.

In her mind, she worked out the sound intervals with the closest-spaced permutations. People, and apparently dragons, too, had lazy code-making habits.

Sweat pooled at her lower back, but she broke the code on her third try: Six, three, eight, nine, two. BINGO.

As the thousand-pound vault door disengaged and opened, the thrill of conquest swept through her in an undeniable jolt. She bit her lower lip to keep from fist pumping and shouting in victory.

Once inside, she stepped to the aged table, but her cutting set and the Padma Sapphire were nowhere in sight. A flat plaster wall with hallways on either side sat opposite the table.

She had been blindfolded, so she didn’t know which way Alec had gone to fetch the jewel. Sitting on the stool at the table, she closed her eyes and imagined the sounds of Alec’s feet walking across the floor.

To the right. He had gone to the right.

Suddenly, Lucy sizzled with energy. Hot and then cold flashes zinged up her arms. Her eyes popped open. What was that? She glanced around the vault room, her stomach twisted, but no one appeared.

Maybe Alec was right about the magic? Lucy closed her eyes again and reached out for the current of energy. Pictures of jewels flooded her mind: rubies, emeralds, and diamonds in every hue. Some she recognized as pieces from the exhibit.

They were here. All the jewels from the exhibit were here in the vault.

A treasure trove big enough to buy several kingdoms.

Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter. Lucy was as certain as if she had actually seen them with her eyes. Standing on shaky legs, she lurched to the right-hand passage. The air around her seemed to chill.

Along the bright hallway, steel drawers in every size lined the wall. Lucy searched the small drawers for additional security devices, but saw none. Reaching forward, the pull of water tugged her hand, as if she was diving into a pool. The fluid embrace, wet and welcoming, flooded her from head to toe.

She staggered back, and immediately the sensation receded. She reached forward and slid the water-pulling drawer open with one finger. A square-cut green emerald, set into a crude gold necklace, lay on a white silk pillow.

Cool. Cool. Cool.

Lucy concentrated on the sizzling heat she remembered from the Padma sapphire. It was like the sand on a hot beach. She closed her eyes and reached toward the drawers. Her fingers moved as if honing in on a frequency. She opened the drawer where her hand stopped and saw the orange Padma sapphire, sitting on white silk.

“Yes.” She pulled out the sapphire and wrapped it in its pillow, before carefully putting it in her pants pocket.

What else was here? The temptation to explore was too great.

Lucy shut the empty drawer and reached for a bigger box. Her teeth started to chatter and cold shook her bones. In her mind, she saw a diamond tiara on top of a woman’s brunette head. The woman turned to the side, laughing. Lucy pulled out the drawer. It was the same diamond tiara she had just seen in her mind, with a few of the side combs broken.

Pulling the crown out, she put it on her head, then tugged her ponytail tight to make it secure. The woman appeared again in her mind’s eye, the tiara clutched in her hands this time. She was crying, shaking the crown at someone.

A crude guillotine stained with blood appeared. Vomit welled in Lucy’s throat, and she yanked the crown from her head, stuffed it back in the drawer, and slammed it closed. Her heart hammered as if she had been the one about to be beheaded.

Lucy leaned against the small, square, post office-styled drawers. Pictures whirled through her head like a broken kaleidoscope. Her skin prickled with painful, raw energy. Hot, then cold. Her mind was melting under the onslaught. Pushing away from the wall, she staggered into the front room to escape the sensory overload.

Alec had been right. She had to get out of there. Away from the jewels.

She closed the vault door and re-engaged the lock before racing up the stairs. At the top, her shoulder throbbed and her chest ached, but the jewels no longer tormented her. She took a moment to calm her breathing and compose her face. Now, she just needed to find Joey before Alec returned with his convincing eyes and hands.

Lucy opened the hall door. Lil straightened and lifted her eyebrows. “Looks like you’re feeling better?”

“You, too,” Lucy said, surprised her voice was steady. Indeed, the Viking didn’t seem any worse for her clash with the brown dragon. She was wearing a white tunic and pants, and her broadsword was strapped to her back with a leather harness.

“Did you need something?”

“Yes.” Lucy strode out into the hall and shut the door. “My brother is here with some friends. I want to visit him.” Con man rule three: Best to stick to the truth (mostly) when you were lying. Good ole Dad. His adages were the deception-wrapped gift that just kept on giving.

“Your brother?” Lil crossed her arms over her chest. “The Jer’ol did not say anything about your brother.”

“I’m not leaving the casino.” Lucy crossed her own arms over her chest, copying Lil’s pose. Another trick, relax people by mimicking their posture. “Go ahead, call him. He said I could go where I wanted. And I need to do some shopping for this ceremony thing.”

Lil looked suspicious. “You won’t find the right clothing for the ceremony in human shops.”

Oops. Back-pedal. “Oh right, I meant cosmetics and things for my hair.” Lucy hurried down the hall as if it was all settled. Con man rule number four: Act confident.

Lil walked behind her, then passed her to get on the elevator first. “What floor?”

“Five.” Lucy couldn’t help the smile the stretched her face.

At suite 504, Lucy knocked with her familiar rap to let Joey know it was her. Dat-da-da-da-da-Dat-Dat.

Joey yanked the door wide. “Luce—” He stopped short when he saw Lil. “Who’s this?”

“Alec’s sec-ur-ity,” She drew out the word.

Joey immediately leaned on the door and affected a nonchalant air. “So nice to meet you,” he said to Lil, with a charm that had worked on legions of women. “Would you like to come in? Room service hasn’t been here yet, but you’re welcome…”

“No, no,” Lucy knew the code. “No room service” meant there were things Lil shouldn’t see in the room. “I’m sure Lil isn’t interested in your dirty underwear.”

Lucy pushed herself into the room and locked the door before Lil could object.

Lil banged on the door. “I don’t like this, Lucy,” she shouted. “You’ve got ten minutes before I’m coming in.”

“No problem,” Lucy called back.

“What. In. The. Hell?” Joey whispered the words and threw his open hands at her. “You brought security to the command room? What’s the matter with you? Gino will kill you.”

The room was dark, the curtains closed, but she could see all the accoutrements of a robbery in progress. Computers, blueprints, and plastic-wrapped costumes. Several days’ worth of dirty room-service dishes piled in a corner. The tan janitor’s costume lay on the floor in a heap. The evidence of Joey’s illegal lifestyle made her suddenly feel like a defendant on trial.

Guilty as charged, she almost heard the gavel fall.

The Padma sapphire seemed to burn against her leg in accusation. This was wrong, all wrong. Suddenly, a future with dragons seemed more certain than a future with Joey. She sat hard on the couch and clasped her hands to halt their shaking.

All wrong. Very, very wrong.

Weariness pushed on her shoulders, making her sink farther into the droopy couch. She was tired. Tired of forming her choices around Joey’s wayward life. She’d fooled herself. He wouldn’t change, not even in Brazil.

And she felt physically ill when she considered leaving Alec. Alec who could help her understand her strange new magic. Alec who said he wanted a life with her. All right a dragon life, but at least it was a chosen life, and not one chasing Joey’s messed-up, zig-zagging, pathetic trail. She should stay with Alec, brave the dragon creatures, and let Joey go.

Alone.

“Joey, come here.” She patted the cushion next to her, but Joey slouched in the armchair across from her instead. “Gino is dead. You need to walk away from this. You don’t like Brazil, fine. Pick anywhere in the world, I’ll help you get there.”

“I just talked to Bruno, and Gino is not dead. We’re still a go for tonight.”

“Bruno’s wrong.” Lucy fought to keep her voice even. “Joey, I don’t have a lot of time. I saw Gino die, and I saw the exhibit destroyed.”

Joey shook his head in denial.

“What are you planning on robbing, charred curtains?” she asked.

“You are supposed to find out where they moved the jewels.” Joey leaned forward, his face red with indignation. “We’re waiting on you. You are the problem.”

“I am the problem?” Fury swelled up in Lucy’s chest and exploded into words. “I am not the problem.” Lucy jumped to her feet, straining to keep the volume of her voice under control so Lil wouldn’t hear. “YOU are the problem.”

Joey glared up at her with a mutinous look.

“When I called you, hurt and scared—” Lucy’s voice broke and she couldn’t continue. Instead, she picked up a pillow and threw it at Joey’s face.

Joey swatted away the pillow with a casual toss of his hand.

Lucy’s chest heaved with feelings too long suppressed. Spittle gathered on the sides of her mouth, and tears filled her eyes. She crossed her forearms arms around her stomach protectively and tried to get control of her tilting emotions.

“I got news for ya, little sis.” Joey crossed his ankle over his knee and jiggled his foot. “I have helped you out, not the other way around. Do you know how many people wanted to take you out when you turned your back on Dad’s connections? I stopped them. I put myself in your shoes, I paid your debt.”

Lucy searched his face for the telltale look to the right that meant he was lying. He stared straight at her, his eyes unwavering.

“All you care about is the next big score,” she whispered.

“Yeah, Luce, so what. It’s what I do.”

“But it’s not what I do!”

Joey shook his head in disgust. “Fine, you don’t want to help me, I’ll do it all myself.”

“I just want you to quit with the stealing and gambling.”

“Not going to happen.” Joey shrugged his shoulders and cast his eyes around the room. He was disengaging from her—the sister always in-the-hand—to focus on the robbery-in-the-bush.

“You’re never going to change, are you?” Lucy’s words were somewhere between misery and acceptance.

“Now you’re listening,” Joey said. “I gotta gift. With the cards.”

“What?” This was the first she had heard about a gift. Could Joey have magic, too? “What kind of gift?”

“I just know what’s coming out of the card shoe.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Joey met her eyes and glanced away, to his left.

“Then how come you don’t win?”

“I didn’t say I was always right, but I’m getting better.”

Lucy was stunned. Her agile mind tried to sort through the new information. “Do you think you have some sort of magic?”

Joey’s mouth opened, and he gave her a look like she had lost her mind.

Suddenly, the hotel door splintered in half, and Alec stormed through the pieces.

Lucy jumped in front of Joey, shielding him from the murderous look in Alec’s eyes. “No, no, he didn’t do anything!”

Alec stormed to the middle of the room, followed by an aggrieved-looking Lil. Alec scanned her up and down. Fury pulsed off him in waves. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes,” Lucy insisted, pushing her hands toward the floor, placating. “It was my idea to come see him. This is my brother Joey.”

“Who’s this guy?” Joey stepped around her and raised his chin and fisted his hands at his side.

“This is Alec Gerald, the owner of the casino,” Lucy explained.

“Well, I guess I don’t have to explain the broken door to anyone.” Joey’s words were cocky, but Lucy knew he must be thinking fast, trying to come up with an excuse for the room full of thieving paraphernalia.

Alec scanned the room slowly, then stepped to the table and picked up the schematic of the vault. For several long seconds, he picked up and discarded the other items on the table. The room was utterly quiet except for her rapid breathing and Joey’s shuffling feet.

Lucy chewed her lip. The costumes, the maps, the computer equipment—all spelled r-o-b-b-e-r-y. She winced when Alec jiggled the computer mouse and a live feed of the front of the exhibit appeared on the screen.

“It’s not what you think,” Lucy started, then stopped. It was exactly what he thought.

“You were going to steal from me?” Alec turned to face her, his face incredulous.

“I didn’t want to,” she said. “It was Gino. He blackmailed us into helping him.”

“You were going to steal from me, even after you knew about our bond?”

Lil cleared her throat. “I’ll just watch the hall, Jer’ol.” Lil exited the room without glancing at Lucy.

“I…” Lucy swallowed the lump in her throat. “I wasn’t actually going to take the jewels in the exhibit.”

Alec shook his head. “You.” He pointed at Joey. “You got her into this mess.”

“Who the fuck are you to point your finger at me?” Joey shouted, puffing up his chest and stepping toward Alec.

“No, Joey.” Lucy stepped between them.

“She told me you were holding her against her will, some drug shit, and dragons.”

“Did she?” Alec did not take his eyes off Joey.

“Leave my sister out of it. Go ahead and call the cops. You got nothing but a research project going on here. I was just studying your security, learning your best practices for consulting with other casinos.”

Alec stepped forward, light on his feet but full of heavy menace. “You don’t want to tempt me right now. I will tear you apart.”

Fear clutched Lucy’s heart. “No, no, no.”

She put one hand on Alec’s chest and the other on Joey’s. Under her fingers, Alec’s heartbeat was steady and slow. Joey’s, despite his bravado, thumped overtime and sweat sheened his forehead. He was bluffing.

“Please, Alec, can we just talk about this calmly?” she pleaded. Lucy saw a willingness to hear her side of the story in his eyes.

Alec stepped back. “Go ahead.”

Lucy looked at Joey, but he still looked like a rodeo bull in the chute, ready to buck at the buzzer. “Joey, please.”

Joey crossed his arms. “She’s not a part of this. Gino pulled her in to pay my debt. She didn’t want to do it, not any of it.” Joey held up his bandaged hand. “Gino convinced her to help out with a steak knife to the back of my hand.”

Alec nodded. “But Gino is dead. Why would you still be watching the exhibit?”

“I tried to tell him,” Lucy said. “But he didn’t believe me.”

“Gino is really dead?” Joey’s mouth opened, and then turned up at the corners. “All his rackets will be up for grabs.”

“Jo-ey.” Lucy’s residual hopes for him circled the drain and ran dry.

“Well, now that we have all that cleared up, we’ll just be on our way.” Joey was in a rush to get to Gino’s leavings.

“Lucy stays with me.” Alec’s words were final, his face a smooth wall of absoluteness.

“I don’t think so.” Joey put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “I’m not leaving her with some psycho who gave her drugs.”

Lucy struggled to get away from Joey, but his arm was a tight band around her stomach. “Joey, let me go.” She pinched his forearm, but Joey only held her tighter.

“Let her go.” Alec stepped forward, his eyes glaring over her head to Joey’s face. Joey lifted her off her feet and swung her to the side. The Padma sapphire dislodged from her pocket and fell to the ground at Alec’s feet with a thud that sounded deafening to Lucy’s horrified ears.

Lucy gasped and looked at Alec’s face. The blood drained from her head to her feet, weighting them like lodestones.

Alec stared at the stone and then at her. His eyes seemed to glow red, and he bared his teeth, before clamping his mouth shut. A muscle worked in and out at the side of his jaw.

Joey released her and picked up the orange stone. “Doesn’t look like a million-dollar stone to me.” He tossed it in the air, from hand to hand.

“Give it to me.” Lucy grabbed the Padma stone out of the air. The heat of the stone burned her fingers like hot sand. She gasped in surprise and handed it to Alec, dropping her gaze so she didn’t have to see his condemning face.

“Let me guess.” Alec took the stone without touching her hand. “Gino made you steal my sapphire, too?”

“No,” Lucy whispered, unable to form a word to acquit herself. She was guilty. Guilty of betraying him. Guilty as charged. The former gavel bang in her head now felt like a noose tightening at her throat.

“I would have given it to you if you had asked.” Alec rolled the rock between his fingers.

“I’m so sorry.” Shame worse than any she had ever known pulled her toward the ground. “I am so, so sorry.”

“You’re right.” Alec put the stone in his pocket. “You are sorry. A sorry, lying, thieving piece of human trash.” Alec turned on his heel and stomped into the hall.

Lucy followed behind.

“Put her brother in a cage and have someone get her ready for the ceremony tonight,” he said to the waiting guards in the hallway.

“Yes, Jer’ol,” Lil said.

“A cage?” Lucy reached for Alec’s arm, but he was too far away.

Alec glanced back at her. “You’ll attend the ceremony. If you behave, I’ll release you and your brother when the night is over. You have made your choice clear.”

Chapter Seventeen

Alec screamed in primal pain and ran and jumped from his balcony. How could the Fates have been so wrong about Lucy? How could he have been so wrong about Lucy?

He let himself fall in his human form, slowly, then faster and faster. Panic engulfed his human mind, but he did not flail or turn to his dragon form. The wind shrieked in his ears, but he kept his arms and legs rigid against the restless whip of gravity.

Alec! Leo yelled to him across their mental connection. Alec, change to your dragon!

Why should he? He was not immortal. It was possible to die. Maybe he would just keep falling. He would rather die than touch Lucy’s deceitful, lying human face again. Rage shot through his limbs. No, he would not give her the satisfaction of dying.

Halfway to the ground, he pushed his dragon wings to the surface of his skin and let his bestial nature flare. His black dragon swooped out of the free fall, racing to the heavens, away from the casino.

Alec, slow down, Leo called. Bloody talk to me.

You are my successor. See to things.

She is just a bloody woman. There will be another.

But they both knew it wasn’t true, not in time for him. Lucy had been his last chance to complete his bond and save his dragon.

Alec tucked his wings and surged upward. The air was less buoyant above the wispy clouds. His dragon beat his wings harder and heaved gusts of air into his lungs. The late afternoon sun warmed his back, a contrast to the chill and absolute silence of the heavens.

On the curved horizon, the moon waited for her chance to shine over the mating festivities, shimmery and pale.

Lonely and all alone.

You are behaving like a reckless bastard. Leo’s voice was loud and taunting in his mind.

In his black dragon form, Alec glanced over his right wing and roared a stream of fire. In the distance, Leo’s dragon trailed after him, a spot of orange and yellow against the twilight. Alec’s blood surged over spiky rocks of adrenaline. Leo wanted to stop him, to try to reason with him, but he would have to catch him first.

A blood challenge to you, fire dragon. Alec’s words sounded maniacal to his human mind, but he didn’t care. He swooped toward the earth, and the desert floor raced by, brown and flat and dead.

…

Lucy sat on the corner of her bed chewing her lip and twisting her hands. Alec’s “You have made your choice” boomed in her head with painful aftershocks. He had been so angry and so hurt. She hadn’t believed him when he had said he wanted her forever. But when he’d caught her with the sapphire, he had acted like a man who had been hurt by the woman he loved.

The woman he meant to spend his life with. Forever.

Just like he had said.

The tension in her head built and she jerked to her feet and paced, back and forth, back and forth across the room. She pivoted by the curtains. “Plague, phantasm.” Her reflection in the mirror as she passed it was distraught, her eyes flighty and scared, her hair tangled in a mess of crystal extensions.

“Peace, perception, patrol.” Her brain registered the ridiculous litany. “Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.” She threw her hands out, not at all calmed. Her stomach twisted, and she recognized the ache.

Regret.

Lucy forced her body to stand still and she examined her conscience like a juvie judge, frowning over the file, looking for discrepancies. The painkillers had made her bold—truth—they had made her think she could do it, but the actual decision to act, to take the sapphire, that had been all her.

But it wasn’t like she’d done it for the money. She had been trying to save Joey, true.

Didn’t that make her somehow innocent, by way of noble intent?

No, it didn’t.

Lucy sat down on the hotel room bed hard, hating the gnawing pit of wrongness in her belly. Bad behavior was Joey’s purview. She was the good one, the one who always did the right thing, no matter what. Just not this time.

When it really mattered.

Alec had been serious about wanting a life with her. The knowledge was astounding.

Before Lil had locked her in the room, she had told her that Alec would only tolerate her presence for the ceremony, for the sake of the other dragons. Her mind flooded with images of Alec’s face when he had realized she had taken his sapphire, and the hurt she had seen there doubled inside her chest.

“How am I going to fix this?” Lucy mumbled, knowing that there was nothing she could do.

Alec would never forgive her. She wasn’t sure she could forgive herself.

It was the hardest truth of all.

Panic squeezed her chest from her head to her knees, tightening her vision with the kind of vessel narrowing that preceded a full-on anxiety attack. Pain exploded in her head, pushing the crevices of her brain to the edge of her skull.

One thing at a time.

Lucy forced a breath in and out. She would try to explain to Alec. She would get through the dragon ceremony. She would make sure Joey stayed out of trouble.

NO.

Her mind screamed the word, and suddenly she envisioned herself wandering in never-ending circles across a barren moonscape. Saving Joey was the X she sought above all other destinations. Lucy’s mouth gaped open, and she shook her head like an AA first-timer, denial in every shake. But her mind knew the truth. Joey was her shorter leg. Even when she believed she plodded a straight line, she veered in endless circles, for him.

Always coming back for him.

Always.

The knowledge hit her with crushing sadness. Joey should not be first in her life anymore. Whatever was between her and Alec should be first. Alec was true. He understood her. He would never betray her for a handful of jewels. He would shield her, save her, love her.

But would he ever trust her again?

There was a brief knock at the door before Jane entered, carrying an armload of vibrant red and orange clothing. “The Jer’ol asked me to get you dressed for the ceremony.”

Lucy stood, needing to vindicate herself to someone, even the stony looking assistant. “I wanted to save my brother, give him a new start.”

“I don’t care.” Jane gave her a level glare.

“But…” Lucy’s explanations died on her tongue.

“Take off your clothes, there’s not much time.” Jane spread out a silk cloth that resembled an Indian sari. The colors twined in an intricate and beautiful pattern. She set several pieces of diamond jewelry on the bed and crossed her arms.

Lucy ran her hand over the jewels. They throbbed with the tang of cold water, and she didn’t need her jeweler’s loupe to know that they were real diamonds.

“These are lovely.” Her mind jumbled over the gems and Alec. “Will I be able to talk to Alec before the ceremony?”

“No.” Jane said the word with such certainty that Lucy knew she was a no longer a guest in anyone’s eyes. She was a prisoner playing dress up. “You’re to act the part of his mate during the ceremony so that he is not seen as weak by the visiting families.”

“Why would he been seen as weak?” Lucy pulled off her clothing and folded it neatly on the bed.

“He’ll likely die because of you.” Jane said the words with such vehemence that Lucy paused. “Dead is pretty damn weak.”

“Dead?”

“Alec is very old. If the other families knew that he hadn’t found a real mate to save his dragon form, the ceremony would be nothing but blood challenge after blood challenge for the throne.”

“He would die?”

“Yes.” Jane seemed absolute. “Take off your underwear, too.”

Lucy’s skin went cold. “Could I have some privacy?”

“No.”

Lucy unfastened her bra and stepped out of her panties. She set them on the bedspread with a shaky hand. “I’m sorry, Jane. Truly sorry. I didn’t realize. I didn’t believe Alec.”

“You’ve ruined everything.” Jane picked up the sari cloth and snapped it in the air. She spread the fabric wide, and in three twisting moves, she wrapped the cloth around Lucy’s body and secured it at the shoulder with a garnet pin.

Lucy stood still.

Jane shook her head but said nothing, not giving an inch of forgiveness.

“Remember the grand opening?” Lucy tried to meet her eyes, but Jane looked over her shoulder. “When you told me that it’s useless to try to control others.”

Jane frowned. “Yes.”

“You were right. I thought I could save my brother, but in the end, he always does what he wants.”

Lucy sat on the bed and shook her head. She had wasted so much time trying to corral Joey. No matter what she did, he was going to buck at the buzzer. It was what he loved. And she was nothing more than a silly rodeo clown, racing around the dirt with props, trying to safeguard his joyride.

“Please tell Alec that I want to talk to him.” Lucy looked beseechingly at Jane.

“I don’t carry your messages.” Jane pointed at the bed. “Fix your hair and put on the rest of your jewelry. Someone will come for you when it’s time.” She slammed the door when she exited the room. The silence in her wake was broken only by Lucy’s rapid breathing.

Lucy’s bare feet sank into the plush carpet like quicksand. On the bed, the diamond jewelry clustered in a pile. Lucy picked the pieces up and nearly dropped them as an icy rush pulsed through her skin.

In front of the mirror, she set the jewels down and examined her face. Her strained features were at least familiar. She finger-combed her hair into order and used her rubber band to make a messy looking bun, and then put on the diamond headband. The pulse of the jewels spread down her neck, pleasant and warm, like the sure stroke of fingers coated with hot oil.

Curiously, she fastened the jeweled belt around her waist and put on the necklace and dangling earrings. The magical tendrils spread just under the surface of her skin with tingly projections, making her feel more aware, as if someone had just given her the right prescription glasses.

In the mirror, the silken material of the exotic sari hugged her hips and the jewels sparkled. The black surgical stitches in her shoulder marred the picture somewhat, but who hadn’t survived a little pain?

She could do this. She could convince Alec to at least listen to what had happened…listen to how she wound up acting the thieving fool.

The door opened. Alec stood in the door frame. “It’s time.” He wore a black tunic and pants, and his feet were bare. He face was a mask of inscrutableness, and he seemed to lean away from her, toward the hallway.

Lucy hurried to him. “Alec, please listen to me.” She reached out a hand to touch him, but he froze her with a withering stare.

“If you want your brother released, you’ll act like we are a happily mated pair.” He turned on his heel and strode toward the elevator.

Lucy caught up to him, jogging on her bare feet to keep pace. “How can I do that if you won’t even look at me?”

“You’re good at acting. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Alec punched the elevator button and the doors slid open with a metal sigh. He stepped in and held the door while she followed.

“You said that you wanted me forever—”

“Not anymore.” Alec watched the lights for the changing floors.

Lucy stared at her painted silver toes. “Is it true that you’ll lose your dragon form and die without the mating bond?”

“You don’t need to play act when we’re alone.” The elevator clicked open and Alec stepped forward.

The roof patio was filled with human-formed dragons in exotic clothing, in the same style as hers and Alec’s. Above the courtyard, full-sized dragons flew in circles, like planes circling a runway. Some were brown and gray with colorful flourishes at their tails and eyes, others were vibrant hues of reds, blues, greens, and yellows. They flew toward each other in the air and then fell in a tangled mass before flying apart above the rooftop.

“Holy Mary, Joseph, and Peter…” Lucy huddled inside the elevator wall, and the cool intractableness of steel chilled her back. Her head spun and her heart pounded in her chest. This was more than theatrics. If she had had any lingering doubts about the beasts, they were gone now. This was for real.

Alec glanced at her and extended an open hand. “Let’s go.”

Lucy swallowed and stepped forward, but her legs shook so badly that she stumbled. Alec caught her elbow and brought her close to his side. His strength and familiar heat anchored her rattled nerves.

As they stepped forward, the human-formed dragons bowed to the floor. The flying dragons landed on the roof with soft thuds, changed into their human forms, and bowed to the ground.

Alec led her through the throng to a stage on the left side of the patio. At the edge of the stage, the lovelorn doctor nodded at her in recognition. Alec helped her up the steps and settled her on a seat at the back, next to Leo and the five men from the casino opening.

“It is expected that you sit with my lieutenants,” Alec said by way of introduction. The six men looked straight ahead and did not greet her or meet her curious glances. Leo sat to her right, and a man who looked like the Canadian MMA fighter Georges St. Pierre sat to her left. In the next seat hulked a swarthy bodybuilder crossed with a computer geek, and on the other side of Leo was a man who looked like he might be Native American. The remaining lieutenants were dark-haired, but too far away for her to make out their features.

Walking to a microphone, Alec smiled at the five hundred or so human-formed dragons. His demeanor immediately changed to that of welcoming host. “You may rise.” He swept an open palm over the crowd, and the assembly rose in a brightly colored wave.

The wind whipped against the side of the casino, reminding Lucy of the height, and her peril. The dragons stood at attention, silent and still, not fidgeting or making a sound. One hundred feet away, at the edge of the crowd, an iron cage sat in a corner. Joey stood inside, his hands wrapped around the bars. Lucy’s stomach clutched, and she rose to go to him, but then forced herself back down.

Alec first—then Joey—she reminded herself.

Joey appeared interested but otherwise unperturbed by the bizarre happenings. He was probably safer in the cage, anyway. He gave her a cocky smile and raised a glass with a dark drink to her. Looked like he even managed to finally get his Jack and Coke.

“I’m pleased that we have every family, from every fold in the world, represented here tonight,” Alec began. “For some of you, this is your first bonding ceremony. For others, such a night has come and gone before.” Alec thumped his right fist over his heart and every dragon followed his action.

Lucy brought her fist to her chest, and five hundred sets of eyes watched her mimic Alec’s gesture. She felt like an imposter, but she kept her chin up and managed a regal smile.

The dragons were striking to look at, all fine-featured and fit. Faces from the Far East stood together on the right, while others with the darker skin of southern climates grouped in the middle.

In the back, the pale hair and visage of the people of the north gathered together. Lucy saw Lil standing with the northerners and tried to catch her eye, but Lil only watched Alec. To the right of the stage, dragons with the hodgepodge features of North American immigrants watched, and so on.

Around the world in one fell glance.

“Our numbers have fallen, and our successful bondings have been too few,” Alec continued. “We have lost too many good dragons for a lack of a mate.” The crowd shuffled and exchanged quiet words. “No more. I offer sanctuary to any dragon who wishes to stay at the Crown Jewel. The seven towers around us have been built to house the dragon folds from the seven continents. You need only follow the ancient code and honor your pledge of fidelity to me to stay.”

“Jer’ol. Jer’ol. Jer’ol.” The dragons intoned as if on cue.

A shiver went up Lucy’s spine. The crowd spoke as though there were puppeteered by marionette strings. Their chant was indeed cultish and definitely creepy. Lucy searched for emotion on the faces in front of the stage but saw none.

“We have let our differences divide us into petty quarrels,” Alec said. “No more. We are united. There will be no more fighting.” The dragons looked right and left at their brethren, but did not comment. “I wish you success in fostering the next generation. We’re few today, but this time next year, we will be many.”

Finally, the crowd reacted. They raised their hands and clapped together in rhythmic applause, eerie for its controlled, non-spontaneous sound. Lucy clutched the armrest and shifted on her seat.

Leo, Alec’s square-jawed, Thor-like lieutenant gave her a frown. “Steady there, Luciana.”

“What do the different clothing colors mean?” Lucy leaned toward Leo.

Leo stopped clapping and spoke into her ear. “There are four different kinds of dragons.” He pointed to the crowd. “Everyone’s ceremonial clothing color matches their dragon forms. Over there are the storm dragons, from the west. They are yellows and browns.”

Leo gestured to his own red tunic and pants with an orange belt. “I am a fire dragon from the south. We wear reds and oranges.”

“What about the blues?” Lucy asked.

“Water dragons, from the east.” Leo pointed to a white and green clad group on the right. “And those are the ice dragons from the north. Only Alec may wear black, because black is all of the colors put together.”

“Why are my clothes red?”

“Alec was from the south before he was King. It seemed fitting to acknowledge his origins with his mate’s colors.”

“So much custom and pageantry…” Lucy looked over the crowd. You didn’t have to be a dragon to feel their pulsing anticipation. Their building excitement was contagious.

“The festivities will begin with the traditional dance.” Alec quieted the crowd with his words. “Please line up by fold and gender. You will adhere to the ancient code when identifying your mate. Anyone disrespecting my house will be banished for the rest of the ceremony.”

A hushed murmur went through the crowd before they silenced themselves. Lucy could tell by their rigid postures that no one wanted to risk banishment. The crowd was as eager as a sprinter in the blocks.

“Tonight is about the next generation.” Alec opened his hands to the air and smiled. “We’ll begin when the moon is directly overhead.” Cheering broke out and the people began to mingle.

Alec’s lieutenants rose in unison and approached him at the microphone.

Lucy watched the reverential way they addressed Alec. A combination of pride and longing clogged her chest. She swallowed and dropped her chin to hide the rush of sadness that swamped her.

“How are you feeling?” The doctor sat in the vacant seat beside her. He wore brown clothing with a yellow sash.

“Okay,” Lucy said with a shaky smile. “You did a good job. My shoulder doesn’t hurt too much.”

The doctor patted her hand. “It has been decided that you and your brother will be mind-wiped when the festivities are over.” He spoke softly in her ear so that nobody could overhear his words. “I wanted to let you know that you don’t need to be afraid. It’s not painful.”

“Mind-wiped?” Lucy mouthed the unfamiliar words.

“The Animi will remove your memories of your time with us. We cannot allow humans to know that a dragon colony lives among them.” He smiled as if his words were not alarming. “They would come after us.”

“I won’t remember any of this? Not even Alec?”

“You can talk to the Animi, but I don’t think so.” The doctor seemed to sense her distress. “I’m sorry things have not worked out differently.”

“Me too.” The lump in Lucy’s throat swelled. When she looked at the doctor’s face, it blurred with her tears. “I don’t want to forget Alec.” She forced the words through stiff lips.

“Everything will be fine.” The doctor patted her hand again. “I took your advice on my phone ring.”

Lucy stared at Alec, trying to communicate her sorrow and longing. Alec glanced over his lieutenant’s heads and met her gaze, much as he had the night she first saw him, but this time his returned stare was flat. He was so done with her that he would wipe himself from her mind.

The doctor waited for her to respond.

“What did you say?” she asked.

He pushed a button on his cell phone, and Bruce Springsteen’s voice crooned through tinny phone speakers: Tell me now baby is he good to you, can he do to you the things that I do—ah ha—I can take you higher. Ohh, Ohhh, Ohhh, I’m on Fire.

“Nice choice.” Despite her sadness, Lucy managed a smile at his pleased face.

“Wish me the ‘luck of the dragon.’”

“Luck of the dragon.” She meant it. He had been kind to her. She was sorry she wouldn’t remember him, either.

The doctor stood and jumped from the stage with surprising grace. Lucy was alone, surrounded by a flurry of colorful people, but still utterly alone. The full moon sat at half-mast in the dark sky, stars glittered in familiar Orion and Big Dipper patterns, but everything was different now.

Over the crowd, Lucy searched for Joey and saw that several dragon ladies talked to him through the bars. That much had not changed. Joey still had a way with the ladies. Apparently, even the dragon ladies.

At the front of the stage, Alec clapped each of his men on the shoulder. The men bowed before leaping off the stage and into the crowd. Their athletic strides and swiveled glances around the roof reminded Lucy of hunters on the prowl. They were off to find their mates.

Alec sat beside her and slumped back in the chair. “Try to look a little less terrified.”

Lucy forced a bright smile, as if she was enjoying herself. “The doctor said you would mind-wipe me?”

“Yes.” Alec picked up her hand and kissed the back of her fingers. “It is not painful.”

The warmth of his lips penetrated. She turned her hand and laced her fingers through his so their palms connected. “How can you do that to me?” Her voice cracked.

Alec frowned and gazed at the moon, distracted. “I cannot allow you to expose us to the humans. There are those who would see us destroyed. ”

Lucy swallowed at his words. “Like St. George in the picture in your hallway?”

“You mean the picture that you moved to steal from my vault.” Alec pulled his hand away from hers, and Lucy felt the loss of contact in her empty hand.

“Joey is all I’ve ever had.” Lucy angled her body so that she could see his face as she spoke. “I couldn’t let him steal from you. You would have killed him.”

“Oh yes. I still might.”

“You don’t mean it.” Lucy swallowed. “If you were going to kill us, you would have already.”

Alec turned away. He seemed so distant from her, as if they were strangers, seated randomly together at a mandated awards banquet.

She had to get his attention. “When you told me you wanted me forever, I didn’t believe you.”

Still, Alec didn’t react.

“Nobody has ever wanted me.” Lucy’s voice broke. “I’m too…complicated.”

Alec glanced at her and shook his head. He touched her interlaced fingers before looking away. “None of that matters now.”

“But I don’t want to be without you. I want forever, too. It just took me longer to realize it.” Lucy’s voice broke as the words of her heart poured out. “I want the melding of spirit you spoke of before. I want to stay with you, figure things out.”

“Let’s just try to get through the evening.” Alec stood and pulled her to her feet. His words said he didn’t care, but the hard contraction of his bicep under her palm told her he was not so unaffected.

Lucy gripped his arm. “At least don’t take my memories. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“I can’t trust you.” Alec looked at the sky before leading her to the microphone. The crowd was separated into same-colored groups, with the men on the left and the women on the right. They watched Alec expectantly.

“The ancients instruct us to search outside our fold first for a mate. Remember, there is greater strength in a cross bond. Do not forgo the old ways.” Alec lifted his face to the moon and closed his eyes. The crowd silently followed his actions. “Great One, bless our coming together. Let the ceremony begin!”

Chapter Eighteen

Alec led Lucy to the red and orange clothed females. “You’ll start here.” He left her without any further instructions. Lucy peered at the other women, but they all avoided her eyes and whispered among themselves.

Lil joined her, wearing a male’s white tunic and pants with a blue sash. Her clothes labeled her an ice dragon from the north. The water in the exhibit made sense now. Fire and ice made water.

“You aren’t going to participate?” Lucy asked.

“No.” Lil’s voice was matter of fact. “I’m going to keep an eye on you.”

“Even after what I did?”

“I pledged my life to protect you until after the ceremony. Just because you are unworthy, it does not change my pledge.”

Lucy swallowed against the hurt her words invoked. Lil believed her to be unworthy of her pledge.

“I’m sorry for what I did.” It was good to say the words aloud to someone who, unlike Jane, might hear them. “I thought it would save my brother.” Lucy pointed to the cage behind them. Joey and a sinuous brunette talked as if they leaned against a bar top instead of through iron bars. “But Joey does just fine without me. I don’t have to try and save him anymore.”

Lil nodded, seeming to accept her explanation.

“Do you think Alec will forgive me?”

“He needs the bonding, no matter how he feels about you.” Still, Lil looked doubtful.

Lucy sought Alec over the crowd. He stood with the men on the other side of a thirty-foot space across from the women. She smiled despite feeling more fear then excitement. Alec frowned across the gulf and crossed his arms over his chest.

Alec, Joey, everyone else would do what they would do. All she could control was how she behaved. She could savor the night and make a memory that might stay in her heart, even if her mind would lose it in the morning and she was terrified of the heights.

“How does the dance go?” she asked Lil.

“It is like waltzing, or your country-western line dancing,” Lil said. “You’ll catch on.”

Lucy had never done any line dancing, but she had gotten an “A” when she had taken ballroom dancing in college. The orchestra warmed up behind them. Out of the cacophony of string and wind instruments, a single drum banged with a low timbre. The dragons immediately stopped talking and clapped together rhythmically. Unlike the clapping from before, this clapping had emotion, hope, and soul.

“Have fun.” Lil nodded at her and moved to the side.

“Lil,” Lucy called. “Watch for me. I’ll be the human with ‘the kaleidoscope eyes.’”

Lil nodded, acknowledging the Beatles lyrics.

Lucy joined the clapping and moved with the women as they formed five lines facing the men. The beat of the drum thumped in her chest, making every nerve ending turn outward like a leaf before a rain.

Stringed instruments joined the drums, and then intermittent cymbals punctuated the song. The music swelled and the women put their arms around each other’s shoulders. They moved in unison to the right, while the men stepped to the left. Back and forth, the lines danced until the women formed five united circles with the men.

Around and around they spun. Lucy was grateful for the supporting arms of the other women. She threw her head back and laughed, giddy with the beat and movement.

The line of women broke away and swayed down the columns of standing men. Each man Lucy passed grabbed her hands and pulled her close to his chest before releasing her. Each pass brought the men and women closer and closer. Lucy’s senses filled with the scent and feel of so many different men—soap and spice, sweat and virility.

Elation buzzed in Lucy’s chest and she searched the crowd for Alec. He met her gaze and smiled. It was slowly given, but sincere. Lucy’s lower stomach muscles tensed. What would happen when he was across from her, pulling her close to his body? The tightness coiled between her legs. Sharp arousal shook her frame with longing.

…

Alec watched Lucy sway in time with the dancers, her movements graceful and abandoned. She threw her head back and laughed, and her throat reflected pale in the moonlight, in contrast to her dark red hair and the sari. He remembered kissing her on the neck, pulling her smell into his lungs. Need clutched his body. His dragon vibrated inside his chest, all of his single-minded bestial obsession focused on Lucy.

Was it enough? The desire without trust?

The next pass brought Lucy to Alec’s line. Her scent washed over him, and when her hands touched his, electricity shot between them, startling Lucy so that she faltered. Alec reached out for her and held her up, cradling her into him. The surety of the moment washed over him.

“Give me another chance,” Lucy whispered.

“Yes.” Alec leaned in and kissed the column of her throat. He needed to get her away from the crowd, so he untied the sash at his waist and handed it to her. “Tie the sash around my neck.”

“What?” Lucy said.

“Thanksgiving for what the Fates have willed.” Alec smiled before leaping into the air and changing into his dragon.

…

Lucy spun in the dark sky, and the moon and the stars tumbled with her. The casino roof glittered underneath them like an opened jewel chest. The shock of being airborne stretched her body wide, so her hands and feet splayed to the four corners of the earth, and then she tumbled and fell, head over toes, toward the concrete sidewalk of the Strip. The flashing neon signs blurred and rushed away with the speed of her descent.

Exhilaration changed to panic in one heartbeat.

She was going to die. She was going smash into the ground. It was going to hurt.

A lot.

Lucy screamed, full throated and loud, right before she landed hard on the back of Alec’s black dragon.

“Holy Mary, Joseph—”

And Peter. Alec’s voice finished in her head with an amused inflection. Tie the belt around my neck.

“Are you talking in my head?” With fumbling fingers, Lucy tied the black sash around the dragon’s neck, so that she held a silken rein of sorts. She threaded her fingers through the soft fabric and fought down the galloping thunder of her heart.

Yes. We can communicate with our minds. But the words are not private, so be careful when others are around.

Lucy focused her thoughts and shot them to Alec. You let me fall on purpose. I could have been killed!

Under her, the dragon bucked and nearly unseated her. I would never let you be hurt.

Lucy believed him, and elation pushed away her terror. Whatever happened between her and Alec, this moment would not come again.

She leaned close into the dragon’s neck, feeling secure and mostly safe. Even if she fell, he would catch her. At their left, the tines of the Crown Jewel rose, but Lucy couldn’t see or hear the rooftop festivities. Under them, the lights of the other casinos flashed, making the whole experience seem surreal.

The dragon’s horns spiraled from his head like polished onyx. His muscular wings flapped through the night sky with elegant ease and so much power that the ride was smooth.

Lucy’s leg muscles spasmed uncontrollably as if she were falling again, but she fought down panic. She would not give in to the fear. She breathed in a steadying breath and focused on the wind on her face and the powerful creature under her. She was riding on top of a dragon, over one thousand feet in the air.

Are you afraid? Alec asked in her mind.

Words flooded her mind—yes, no, yes—Lucy considered them and responded truthfully. There is nowhere else I want to be in the world. No one else I want to be with.

Alec lifted his dragon’s head away from the moon and arched up. Up, up they climbed, sweeping aside veils of clouds, until only the stars and night sky surrounded them. The moon brushed loving moonbeams over their backs.

When they leveled out, Lucy released her hands and traced the edges of the dragon’s circular black scales. They were warm and alive under her fingers, like the softest leather stretched over muscle and bone. The promise of a greater joining than she had ever known beckoned to her. She wanted to join with this man. She clutched her legs tighter, making her pulsing center throb against the warm scales of his back.

Alec dove through the wispy clouds and leveled out over the desert. The barren land looked like a gray moonscape. Rocks that might have been red in the daylight towered around them, shadowy sentinels, guarding in the moonlight.

Where are we going? She didn’t really care, as long as she was with him. Lucy leaned forward and squeezed her eyes against the wind.

Here. Alec landed softly on the sand and shifted to his human form. He caught her against his human chest and eased her down his body. The power of their flight shifted to passion between one breath and another.

Alec traced a warm finger down her face and laced his hand with hers. “I should have known that you would have a hard time accepting the truth of our bond.”

“I thought you were just playing with me.” Lucy pulled away from him. “And my head kept screaming that it was all just crazy. I mean, dragons? Come on.”

Alec crossed his arms, and tense emotion furrowed his face.

“But I know now.” Lucy rose to her toes, kissing him with all the frustrated love in her heart. Electricity arced between them, and the wind picked up. Alec ran his hands up her sides, his touch sending shivers dancing across her skin.

“I love you. I want to be with you.” She looked at him, feeling her breath stick in her chest. “Do you believe me?”

Alec stepped back to a ledge carved into a tall stone. He leaned against it with a nonchalance belied by his next words. “You have to be sure. Do you want this? Do you want me and my dragon?”

“Yes.” Lucy ran to him, happiness swelling her chest.

Alec smiled and pulled her to him on the ledge. “Touch me.”

Lucy reached out trembling hands and helped him pull his tunic over his head. She trailed her fingers up the muscles on his chest. In the moonlight, they were like the barren desert landscape, ridges and valleys of hard muscle. She lowered her mouth to his pecs and sucked gently, then pulled the nipple between her teeth. Alec shook under her.

“Look what you do to me.” Alec leaned back and closed his eyes.

Lucy’s heart swelled, and she trailed nipping kisses along the taut cord between his neck and right shoulder.

“Lucy.” Alec grabbed her around the waist and easily flipped her beneath him. His hands at her back and head protected her from the rock surface. He paused and gently removed his hands, untying the side of her cloth so it fell away.

He traced a warm hand down her naked breasts to her belly, and then trailed his hand lower. “You are so beautiful.”

“Alec.” Lucy lay back and extended her arms behind her head. At once open, vulnerable, trusting him. He leaned down to kiss her. Lucy met him halfway, slanting her head to get closer to him.

The brush of his lips against hers coaxed her mouth open. Her nipples tightened with desire that spread hot fire through her limbs.

Lucy’s legs fell open and Alec slid a finger into her heat, leaving no distance between them. Rightness fused through Lucy. Magic, like the jewels draped over her, swelled in her chest and fanned through her body as if she were an ember coaxed to flame.

Alec increased the pressure of his fingers, rubbing her center with her own wetness. He moved his mouth to her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue. Pressure built inside Lucy, and she jerked against him, pushing her lower body flush to his, feeling the hard ridge of him at the juncture of her things.

Lucy’s breathing came shallow and gasping, until it seemed she would flare out without more of his touch. “Come for me now.” He stared into her eyes, the barriers between them gone.

Lucy held her breath and closed her eyes, easily tumbling into oblivion. Her body shook so hard that Alec wrapped his arms around her hips to hold her on the ledge.

“Mine in this life and beyond,” Alec whispered. The words sounded ritualistic, and he wound the sash around their fingers so that they were bound. “Look at me.”

Lucy opened her eyes as he plunged his body into hers. The feel of him inside her, stretching her, made her cry out in pleasure. Slowly he picked up speed, and her body tensed with heightened arousal. The build up from before was a small aftershock compared to this. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know.” Alec rested his forehead on hers in a gesture that clinched her heart. It was vulnerable, saying that they were together—overcome by the magic they had created—one not more so than the other.

Alec thrust hard into her, stretching her open under him again and again. His normally graceful movements became jerky and out of control. Heat sizzled Lucy’s core. She rose to meet his hips, only wishing to take him deeper into her being.

Her every fiber melded to connect with him. Her back bowed with her shattering release. Her mind floated away from the rock ledge like a million pieces of sand blown over the desert floor.

Chapter Nineteen

Lucy balanced on the ledge of the roof patio. Instead of fear, the drop from the top of the casino to the ground was heady, empowering. She wanted to fly one more time, to leap into the air like a dragon, race through the sky of her own accord. Let the rush of the wind shear her skin and sting her senses.

“You do know that you don’t have wings?” Alec stepped beside her but didn’t try to curtail her precarious posturing.

“I know.” Lucy lifted one bare foot in the air, and the sari whipped around her leg in the wind. Her heart sped in her chest, beating so fast that her vision blurred. She absorbed the swell of raw energy and wanted more. She set her foot down and lifted the other. What had happened to careful, plodding Luciana De Luca? The Lucy De Luca who was afraid of heights?

She was gone.

She wasn’t afraid of anything—except losing Alec.

“Your dragon form is regenerated, then?”

“Yes.”

“That is good.”

“That is more than good.” Alec’s dark blue eyes watched her, and his words were sincere. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure—my more-than pleasure.” Lucy loved the playful banter between them, no longer stymied by conflicting agendas.

The setting moon slid under the horizon, giving way to a bright, impatient sun. It was a new day, and the ceremony was over. Behind them, only a handful of the dragons still mingled on the rooftop. Though Alec had said it was too late for them to find their mates, they still stumbled about like bereft barflies at last call.

“Come sit with me.” Alec led her to one of the leather couches that circled a lit fireplace.

Lucy sat on the end and tucked her legs under her. The good kind of tired held her body to the ground when her heart felt like it could fly. Alec stretched out his long body on the couch and put his head in her lap. Lucy stroked her hand through his hair, letting her fingernails scrape his scalp. She didn’t have to wonder how to touch him now, she just knew. He liked long, slow strokes, from his crown to his nape and back again.

Across from them, a couple slept, entwined and half-dressed on another leather couch. Anyone stepping onto the casino roof for the first time would think there had been some sort of massive party—they would be right.

At a distance, the musicians played on, but with a quieter, consoling melody. Lil stood next to one of the drum players whom Lucy recognized as the woman who had brought Lil her sword outside the exhibit.

The edges of the black dragon mark on her hand were gray now and seemed to dissipate with her every stroke. “My dragon mark is fading.” Lucy remembered how she had tried to scrub the mark off. Now, she was sad to see it go.

“Our bond is complete for this cycle.” Alec said, completely relaxed and languid. “It’ll appear again when another ceremony is upon us.”

“How long will it be until another ceremony?” Lucy asked.

“Only the Fates know.” Alec’s voice was slumberous, and his breathing deepened.

Lucy kept her strokes long and gentle, her fingers loving him.

Near the lit fireplace, a set of large potted palm trees shook. The plants parted and Joey’s face poked through the spiky green foliage. Lucy glanced at the Alec to see if he noticed, but he slept deeply, his face turned into her lap.

“Luce!” Joey mouthed the words across the short space.

Lucy shook her head at him, more amused than alarmed. Con man rule number five: never use potted plants to hide in. Joey’s pot scooted around the fireplace and settled next to the arm of her couch.

“Hello, Joey,” Lucy whispered. “Did you have a good night?”

Joey sat on the edge of one of the pots and leaned forward, examining Alec’s face. “Is he asleep?”

“Yes.” Lucy stroked her fingers protectively through the tensile softness of Alec’s hair. “How did you get out of the cage?” But she knew it had to be the brunette. All women seemed to be suckers for Joey’s cocky charm.

Instead of answering with a witty comeback, Joey scanned the rooftop as if searching for something. “Hell of a party.” His voice was gruff. “Like the Super Bowl halftime show collided with a cotillion.”

Lucy laughed and then muffled the sound. Alec slept on, oblivious to Joey’s presence. “What do you know about debutantes?”

“Enough to know these freaky dragons aren’t ones.” Joey put his hand on her forearm, getting her full attention. “We’ve got to get out of here while everyone is sleeping it off.”

Lucy should have known he had a plan, only this time she wouldn’t be going along. “What are you planning?”

“We need to get off this roof, but all the exits are guarded.” Again, Joey searched the crowd, a frown on his face. “I don’t suppose you got wings out of this little soirée?”

“Nope.” Lucy smiled. “No wings.”

Joey shook his head, appearing frustrated.

“I’m going to stay with Alec.” Lucy’s hands continued to move over Alec’s head, cherishing him.

“Are you serious?” Joey’s voice rose then lowered. “Sis, these are dragons. Dragons eat shit, especially humans.”

“I’m safe with Alec. But you need to go.”

“Your brain is muddled with endorphins.” Joey gave her a disappointed glare. “Being on the bottom of the food chain is a bad idea.”

“I’m going to stay anyway.” Lucy smiled, at ease with her decision, pleasantly impervious to his opinion.

“What?”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You aren’t thinking clearly.” Joey gave her a speculative look as if he might try to physically remove her from the roof.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Mr. Bottom-of-the-Food-Chain.” Lucy glanced at Lil and checked the even rise and fall of Alec’s breathing. “I love Alec. I want to stay.”

“Does he love you?” Joey’s question stopped Lucy’s hand. She frowned and then determinedly continued stroking Alec.

“We are bonded.”

“Is that dragon for whatever-ya-need-to-hear, babe?”

“It’s not like that,” Lucy insisted, but a small stem of uncertainty bloomed and spread in her heart. Alec had never said he loved her. The whole forever-thing had seemed to cover it, but now she wondered.

“Lucy, they’re going to wipe your memory,” Joey insisted.

“No, they won’t.”

Joey reached out his hand and clasped hers, stopping her stroking movement. “Remember when we were kids, and you would skin your knee and mine would hurt, too?” Lucy nodded. They had always had the twin connection thing. Joey had been her other half, the center of her universe, until Alec.

“Or how I always knew where you were on the basketball court without looking?” Joey asked.

Again Lucy nodded, and a bittersweet lump grew in her throat. “I’m still not leaving.”

“Are you sure?”

Lucy nodded. “I’m surer of this than I have been of anything in my life.”

“I love you, sis.” Joey looked her straight in the eye. “I won’t be far when you need me.”

Acceptance settled over Lucy’s heart like a warm blanket. He really would be all right.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. “And I won’t need you, but I will enjoy hearing how you are doing.” She wondered if Joey picked up on the subtle change in terminology. To see how he was doing, it denoted no involvement, no saving, only the normal interest of a loved one.

Joey nodded. “Try to hang on to your brain cells. You’ll never believe all this when I try and tell you later.”

Lucy laughed, and her stomach movement jostled Alec. She steadied the top of his head with her left hand and reached for Joey with the other.

Joey kissed her on the forehead. “See you soon.” As he turned to leave, the firelight reflected on his hand, showing her a vibrant, not at all fading dragon mark between Joey’s finger and thumb.

“Joey,” she called under her breath, but he was already winding his way through the crowd.

Under her hand, Alec stirred. His blue eyes stared into hers with perfect awareness.

“You were awake?”

“Yes.” Alec sat up, put his feet on the ground, and stood. “We’ll talk when I return.”

“He means well.” She couldn’t help the defensive explanation.

“Lucy, it’ll be all right. I won’t hurt him,” Alec said. “But we have to get to him before he tells other humans about us.” He followed Joey’s path through the dwindling crowd. Immediately, his six lieutenants appeared at his side and then fanned out across the rooftop.

Lucy stayed seated. Alec would be fair with Joey. She put her arms around her knees, holding the warmth of Alex’s body to her chest. She trusted him with her life. She could trust him with Joey’s.

…

Alec approached the couch where Lucy dozed, exposed to the mid-morning sun. Though it had only been a couple of hours, his heart turned over in his chest to see her again. She had waited for him as he had asked, not leaving, though in the after-party befuddlement, only Lil still watched over her.

She could have run, and she hadn’t. He had believed her words in the desert, but somehow this proof that she wouldn’t leave him…it was staggering. He reached his arms under her back and legs and lifted her against his chest.

“Alec?” Lucy opened her eyes and gave him a warm smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her chin to his chest, inhaling deeply. “I love the smell of you.”

“Is it that bad?” Alec asked with amusement in his voice. He was grimy after chasing her swift-footed brother through the streets of Las Vegas. He had not been able to take his dragon form in the daylight with so many humans around. In the end, he and his lieutenants had turned back empty-handed.

It was a short walk to his tower and shorter walk to his penthouse. Someone had changed the bed linens. His bedroom was entirely clean of the bloody bedding and towels that had been used to clean Lucy’s shoulder, but he could still pick up the faint twang of Lucy’s blood. The scent agitated his beast. Now that they were bonded, he would always sense her like the call of an elusive jewel.

Alec set Lucy on the bed and lay down facing her.

“Don’t frown.” Lucy stroked a finger over his brow. “It makes you look fierce.”

Alec took a calming breath and settled his dragon nature. He wanted her with him, and now he knew he could trust her.

“What happened with my brother?”

“He got away. I’ve sent our best tracker after him.” At Lucy’s frown, he added, “Don’t worry, she won’t harm him.”

“I’m more worried about your tracker. He can be very resourceful, especially when he’s cornered.”

“You could have left with your brother. Why didn’t you?”

Lucy leaned back on the pillow, her eyes directly on his. “Why would I leave? I told you, I will never betray you again.”

Alec reached out with his dragon senses for the truth under her words. Her scent was the familiar vanilla musk, without the acrid bite of fear and deception.

“I believe you.” Alec spoke the words and realized they were true. He did believe her.

He smiled and pulled her into his arms, settling her head over his heart. “You told me once that you couldn’t live in a fairy tale.”

Lucy nodded. “At dinner, the first night.”

“You good with dragons?”

“Most humans would consider that a nightmare.” But her smile was broad and tears brimmed on her eyes. “Lucky for you, I’m not most humans.”

“Do you consider my dragon a nightmare?” His heart paused, waiting for her answer.

“No. I think he is magnificent.” Lucy stroked her hands down his chest and tilted her head back to look him in the eyes. “I want to stay with you, here or wherever…some hovel in the mountains is fine, too, if you’re there.”

“Please.” Alec pulled her body close to his, happiness exploding through his chest. “No dragon would consider living in a hovel.” Alec kissed her lightly, and their passion sparked and flared. “I love you, Lucy. Stay with me.”

Lucy’s smile spread, and a small tear escaped the corner of her eye. “Forever and ever.”

Acknowledgments

A special thanks Liz Pelletier for her input into the conception of the Luck of the Dragon. To Jill Marsal, Kate Fall and Candy Havens for the pull through, and extra oomph! To Margie Lawson, teacher extraordinaire, who first listened to me read my work aloud—talk about a visceral response. To Suzanne and Carole, fellow writing trench-mates and beta readers. To my family, who never blanched when I announced I was publishing a sexy romance novel, and who have always encouraged me to work for my dreams. To my husband, my real-life hero, who helps me make my dreams come true. And, to my hoodlum children, who thankfully love peanut butter and jelly.

About the Author

SUSANNAH SCOTT lives in the Missouri Ozarks and is the lone female in a very loud household of males ranging in age from 4 to 40. While she jokes that the extreme levels of testosterone inspired her to write romance, it is really the love of creating an excellent story, and the occasional dreams of twenty-foot dragons, that wake her and send her to the laptop before the chaos of daily life ensues. Susannah loves to hear from her readers. Please visit her website at www.susannahscottbooks.com for information, or to read an excerpt from the next book in the Las Vegas Dragons series. You can also follow her as “Susannah Scott” on Facebook and Goodreads, and @Susannah_Scott on Twitter.

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Content

Luck of the Dragon
Susannah Scott

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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