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Nash, on the other hand, had a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
A few seconds ticked by in silence. Then Frank cursed at some sound on his end of the line. “I have to go. I’ll do what I can, but that might not be much. Once a train this heavy gets moving…”
Nash blew out his cheeks, then filled in the rest. “…it’s impossible to stop. I get it. Thanks.”
“Watch your back, man,” Frank warned.
Nash nodded slowly. “Yeah. You too.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
NASH
The moment I hung up the phone, Erin screeched.
“Dragon shifter? You’re a goddamn dragon shifter?”
I ran a hand through my hair. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse…
“Yes. Sorry. I just…” I gave up and pointed at the road. “Can we just go?”
Erin glared at me. “You’re changing the subject.”
Trying to, yes. Though I preferred to put it in different terms. “I’m focusing on what’s relevant.”
“Being a dragon shifter isn’t relevant? We slept together, dammit!”
A good thing “Frank” — aka Ingo — was no longer on the line.
I motioned at the road. “Just drive. We can talk about it on the way.”
She shot me a slitty-eyed look. “Or not. What if I decide to leave you here?”
Would it help to point out that I could fly away? Probably not. I pursed my lips and waited as Erin pinned me with the evil eye. Yes, she had a right to be mad. And yes, I deserved it. But with a warlock and a vampire to deal with…
Erin huffed and tore down the road, sending gravel flying.
Funny how a car could talk for its owner sometimes.
“My mother is a dragon shifter,” she muttered, as if that explained anything.
“And?” I asked as gently as I could.
Her dry laugh scared me. “She took off on me and my dad five weeks after I was born. Five weeks! Not that my dad isn’t great — he is,” she hurried to add. “But seriously, what kind of woman takes off on her own kid that way? She did it with my sisters too.” She made a face. “Abby was the lucky — or unlucky — one. Apparently, Mom stuck around nearly two months for her. Not that that helped much in the end,” she added mournfully.
“My mother is a dragon shifter, and she stuck around,” I pointed out. “Hell, she still calls to check that I’m eating my vegetables.”
Erin snorted. “Lucky you.”
“I’m just saying your experience doesn’t apply to all dragon shifters.”
“I know that,” she snipped. “I’m talking about liars. She lied to my dad about going for a walk but never came back.” Erin glared. “She lied.Youlied.”
I stuck up my hands. “Those two things are on entirely different scales.”
Erin huffed. “Maybe for you.”
We rattled over a scalloped section of dirt road so violently, I had to brace myself — one hand to the dashboard, one to the roof.
