Moon Sworn (Riley Jenson Guardian 9)

But if Angus was one of those dragons, then I wasn't entirely sure what my next step would be. I desperately needed the information he apparently had, but he was a sea dragon and a man besides. He had me bested in both strength and skill.

He took a sip of beer, his face giving little away. White froth briefly decorated his wiry beard before he wiped it away. "You're a member of the Jamieson clique, aren't you?"

Again that sliver of fear ran down my spine. Maybe I'd stepped out of the frying pan and into the fire - and this wasn't the sort of heat I could control. Not if things went wrong. "How do you know that?"

"Because I'm not stupid enough to meet anyone without checking up on them first."

"And if you're inferring that I am, then you're mistaken." Although he wasn't. Not entirely.

A smile briefly touched his mouth before disappearing. "Jamieson's one of the oldest ones, isn't it?"

I raised an eyebrow. "They're all old, simply because there are no new cliques. There haven't been, for hundreds of years."

The rogue towns certainly didn't count. Not yet, anyway - although I had no doubt that the council would move on them sooner or later. They seemed to think the only way to stop the humans from discovering us was to rule us all with the iron fist of fear and retribution.

Which is why Rainey and I had thought that the council might be behind the cleansings of both Stillwater and Desert Springs. But the clues weren't really adding any support to that.

Angus took another sip of beer, then leaned forward, blue eyes wary as he said, "Prove you are who you say."

"What? Why?"

"Because I need to be sure it's not a trap."

"Why would you agree to meet me if you think it's a trap?" And why would he even think I was trying to trap him?

Hell, even Rainey wouldn't have tried something like that, and she'd had the full spectrum of dragon powers. But she'd also had a lot more respect for full-bloods, despite what we'd gone through growing up.

Angus's smile had a bitter edge. "You ask that, two days after a serious accident that landed you in hospital and left your best friend dead?" He shook his head. "You'd be better off walking away right now, little draman."

He was probably right. I knew that, even if I had no intention of ever doing it. "I can't."

"Even knowing you could be risking your life? These people aren't the type to let anyone off easily. We both bear the scars to prove that."

"What they've done has only strengthened my determination to track them down." Tears welled and I blinked them away quickly, internally repeating the mantra that had become a theme for me this last day and a bit. Don't think, don't feel. Not until it was all over, one way or another. "And if you've got scars, where the hell are they?"

Angus shoved an arm across the table and pushed up the sleeve of his shirt. His leathery skin was crisscrossed with a myriad of thickly healed wounds. "My whole body bears the evidence of their attack. They're not going to get a second shot."

My gaze jumped from the scars to his eyes, and I saw the glint of determination and fury there. And suddenly, I knew why he'd chosen this bar. Not because it was a refuge for would-be sea dogs, but because it was close to the sea. Which was his to call, like fire was for dragons. He'd drown everyone if he thought I was in any way here to trap him.

I blew out a breath, then said, "What do you want me to do?"

"If you are who you say you are, show me your stain and prove it."

The stain was a leathery, luminescent strip of skin that swirled around the spines of all dragons, whether they were of the air, sea, or a half-breed like myself. The colors varied depending on clique and parentage, but usually involved a myriad of iridescent colors. I'd never been able to shift shape and attain dragon form so, unlike most stains, mine was just a boring brown.

But there were only a few people who could know that - past lovers, my mom, and my brother.

Neither my mom nor my brother would give out personal information like that, so that left past lovers. And while I could name a couple of those who'd delight in not only telling all but in getting back at me in any way possible, both of them had left the clique a couple of years before Rainey and I had and, as far as I knew, had disappeared.

"I'm not stripping in public just to prove who I am." Especially not in a bar filled with shadowy men who maybe weren't less-than-savory types, but who were still unknowns all the same.

And you never trusted an unknown. It was a motto that had saved my skin many a time growing up, and I wasn't about to abandon it now, no matter how badly I wanted information.

Angus studied me for a moment, then said, voice still flat, "Then dance fire across your fingertips. I'm told you have extraordinary control."

I frowned. I didn't like using dragon skills in public - in fact, not using them anywhere humans were likely to see them had been hammered into my brain since birth. There might be no humans currently in this bar, but there was nothing stopping them from walking in at the wrong moment. "Why is this so important to you?"

"It's important because I've been caught unaware before and have paid the price for it." Bleakness flared in his eyes, and his somewhat fierce expression was touched fleetingly with sadness. A sadness that tore at my heart, and made the reporter in me want to ask what was wrong. But I very much doubted he'd answer that question when he didn't even trust me with the information I was going to pay him for.