All Chapters of Sinful Dragon.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32 The Choice Isabella Left Us “Watch us.” Henry Vale looked like we’d threatened to burn down civilization. Maybe, in his world, we had. His entire life had been built around the assumption that someone would always want the power. If not him, Victor. If not Victor, Edward. If not Edward, the Free Circle. Someone. There was always supposed to be another person waiting to inherit the throne. Nobody had apparently considered the possibility that the heirs would look at the throne and say— No thanks. Lydia stood beside me. My twin. Still weird. Still impossible. Still mine. She looked at the page again. “We both have to be twenty-five.” Samuel nodded. “And alive.” Nicholas didn’t like that part. I could tell because his hand immediately settled at my lower back. Protective Nicholas. “Both alive.” “Yes.” “And jointly reject control.” “Yes.” “When do they turn twenty-five?” Samuel asked. I looked at Lydia. She looked at me. “Six months.” We said it

Chapter 34 The Dead Man in the Elevator Myra “Chase?” The word barely left Nicholas’s mouth. Nobody answered him. Nobody could. Because Chase Aspen was staring back at us from a frozen security image twelve years after Nicholas had been told his brother was dead. Gray touched Chase’s temples now. His face was thinner than it had been in the old photographs. Older. Harder. There were lines beside his mouth and beneath his eyes that hadn’t existed in the pictures Nicholas had shown me. But it was him. The same jaw. The same dark eyes. The same slight tilt of his head. And the silver watch on his wrist. The Aspen watch. The one Evelyn recognized immediately. The one that had belonged to Chase. Dead brothers weren’t supposed to age. They weren’t supposed to walk through neurological facilities in Switzerland. They weren’t supposed to escort women who had also supposedly been dead into elevators. But there he was. Chase Aspen. Alive. Nicholas stood completely stil

Chapter 36 Behind the Locked Door Myra “He needs Myra alive.” Nobody spoke. Nicholas’s arm tightened around me. Not enough to hurt. Enough that I felt the change in him. One second he had been Nicholas—the brother staring at a man who had supposedly been dead for twelve years. The next— Dragon. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. “What does that mean?” Elena looked at me. Then Chase. Chase shook his head once. “Elena.” “She deserves to know.” “She does. But not like this.” Nicholas stepped forward. “Then how?” Chase looked at his brother. “Not while everyone is exhausted, angry, and standing in a facility we still haven’t confirmed is secure.” “Your facility.” “No.” Nicholas’s eyes narrowed. “C.A. owns it.” “C.A. owns the building. That doesn’t mean I control everyone inside it.” “Comforting.” “Nicky—” “Don’t.” Chase stopped. Nicholas’s jaw tightened. “I’m trying.” “Try harder.” Pain crossed Chase’s face. Good. Maybe I was becoming mean. I didn’t care.

Chapter 38 The Night I Was Born Myra “WHERE’S MYRA?” Chase’s voice thundered from somewhere below us. Nicholas was out of bed before I could process the words. One second his arm had been around me. The next, the Dragon was standing. Awake. Alert. Dangerous. “Nicholas.” “Stay here.” “No.” He turned. “Myra.” “No.” Another shout came from downstairs. “MYRA!” I threw the blanket aside. “You promised beside.” His jaw tightened. “That was before somebody sent you a photograph from the night you were born.” “Still beside.” “Myra—” “You don’t get to change the rules every time you’re scared.” His expression changed. That landed. I stood. Walked toward him. Placed my hand against his chest. “Beside.” His hand covered mine. For one second, I felt his heartbeat. Fast. Hard. “Fine.” “Fine?” “Beside me.” “Good.” “But if someone starts shooting—” “I know.” “Down.” “Yes.” “Don’t run toward me.” I stared. “We’re not having that argument again.” “We absol

Chapter 40 The Father Who Never Died Myra “Angelo Benardi is alive.” I stared at Marco. No. Absolutely not. Nicholas closed his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Under different circumstances, I might have laughed. I didn’t. Because Marco wasn’t smiling anymore. Chase still had a gun pointed directly at him. Julian stood near the doorway. Evelyn had gone pale. Lydia looked like somebody had slapped her. And somewhere miles away, Edward Aspen had just disappeared in the middle of gunfire. Again. Apparently death had become optional in our families. I stepped forward. Nicholas caught my wrist. Not stopping me. Checking. I looked at him. “Beside.” His jaw tightened. Then he released my wrist and moved with me. Beside. I stopped several feet from Marco. “Say it again.” “Myra—” “Say it.” Marco looked directly into my eyes. “Angelo is alive.” My chest hurt. “How?” “He never died.” “That’s not an answer.” “The body you buried wasn’t his.” I laughed. One brok