How to Date a Dragon

Chapter 13

Bliss was tied up and gagged. If she weren’t so scared, she’d be amused that the woman seemed more intent on gagging her than tying her to a chair. Bliss’s mouth had always been her best weapon, and yet she hadn’t even taunted the bitch. I could have… Oh, I could have.

Thank goodness she’d thought better of it. All she’d done was try to reason with the woman. Apparently reason didn’t appeal to psychos. Now that Bliss was forced to sit and think, she should have been planning a way to get out of this. Instead she was furious and chiding herself for getting into this predicament at all.

Why did she care if the bank burned? She had her designs on her computer and could have simply created another CD. But for some damn reason, worrying about an arsonist—and knowing all her designs could be lost again if anything happened to her laptop—had her seeing things a little cockeyed.

If I get out of this alive, I swear I’ll make dozens of CDs and mail one to each person I know before Monday’s presentation.

The she-dragon had flown them all around the city before landing in a deserted park. That’s where she found a dirty, disgusting sock and shoved it into Bliss’s mouth. A nasty sweater lay nearby, and the dragon had used that to tie Bliss’s hands and blindfold her. Probably a couple of kids were canoodling in the park and something scared them off before they could grab all of their clothes. Maybe they saw a dragon swooping down on them.

And if they were drinking, they’ll probably never touch alcohol again.

Bliss glanced around the room, trying to figure out where she was. It looked like some kind of warehouse. How clichéd. A forklift and numerous boxes were clearly visible from her vantage point. High windows wouldn’t aid her escape.

She twisted her torso, trying to see what was behind her, but boxes obscured her view of the door. The woman with the long dreadlocks walked out from behind a pile of boxes, zipping up her leather pants.

She halted and stared at Bliss. “What? You didn’t think dragons had to go potty once in a while?”

Bliss tried to mumble something around the sock, but it was useless. The she-dragon sported a mean-looking grin and strolled over to her.

“What’s that? Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

I really don’t want to play this game. Bliss let out a defeated sigh and let her shoulders slump.

The woman ripped the sock out of her mouth. “Go ahead. Scream. No one will hear you.”

Bliss lifted her chin. “I wasn’t trying to scream. I just thought the idea of a bathroom sounded good right about now.”

The woman got down into her face. “Oh, yeah? Do you need to pee?”

Bliss so wanted to answer her with sarcasm. She could hardly resist the urge. Oh, what the hell. I’m probably going to die anyway.

Dragon Lady grabbed hold of Bliss’s hair and yanked her head back. “I asked if you need to pee.”

“No. I want to put on my makeup.”

To her surprise, the woman let go of her and laughed. “In another life I might have liked you. Unfortunately, we’re in this one, and you are in my way.”

“What’s your name?” Bliss asked.

“Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged. “I just want to know what to call you besides, ‘Hey you.’ That seems rude, and I really do have to go to the bathroom.”

“Well, since you want to be polite, you can call me Zina, like the warrior princess.”

It was all Bliss could do not to burst out laughing. She pasted on the blandest expression she could muster. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with that? I’m descended from dragon kings in the Amazon and my name is Zina, with a Z-I—not an X-E like the chick in the old TV show.”

“Gotcha. Okay, Princess Zina, may I use the bathroom, please?”

Zina blew out an exasperated breath. “I just asked if you needed to pee.” Then, as if she’d thought of something funny, she chuckled and threw her hands in the air. “You should have gone before we left the house.”

“I almost went in midair.”

Chuckling manically, Zina untied her. “Fine. Go, but be quick about it.”

As soon as she was free, Bliss prayed the bathroom would offer some way to escape. Although if Zina the warrior bitch was letting her go, she’d bet there wasn’t one.

Striding around the boxes, Bliss spotted a small door near the windows. She prayed there would be a stack of boxes, like stairs, leading up to an open bathroom window. Yeah, and with my luck, flying monkeys would be waiting on the other side.

Deciding she had seen too many movies, Bliss opened the bathroom door and took in the small windowless room. Damn.

“Disappointed, are you?” Zina called out.

“Why should I be?” Bliss yelled back.

“There are no windows to climb out of.”

“Gee. I never thought of that. All I wanted was a toilet, and it seems to have one. Maybe I’m not spoiled like you.”

The woman was silent.

Frig. Maybe I went too far. Bliss had to remind herself not to taunt the psycho. Kind of like not taunting tigers in the zoo. Hopefully, if she could just stay alive long enough, some kind of opportunity to escape would come up.

While she did her business, Bliss pondered possible scenarios, concentrating on the ones in which she’d get away in one piece. Zina would have to leave at some point. Bliss remembered reading an article on how to present your hands to be tied if you’re ever taken hostage. There was a way to look cooperative while giving yourself enough room to slip out when you changed hand positions later. Yeah, that’s what I’ll—

Suddenly, she wasn’t alone in the tiny room. A man was standing right in front of her! She blinked to be sure she hadn’t imagined him. Nope. He’s still there.

The well-dressed older gentleman was not an attractive man. His eyes were small and too close together. His face looked like a worn-out leather jacket, but if he was real, maybe he could help her!

He put his finger to his lips as if to say, “Shhh,” although he didn’t make a sound. Thank goodness he seemed to be aware of the danger on the other side of the door.

Bliss leaned forward, not only so she could be heard but also to protect her modesty—slightly. There’s nothing quite so embarrassing as being caught on the potty. “Who are you?” she whispered.

He smiled and whispered, “I’m your rescuer. Now get dressed.” He turned his back to give her a bit of privacy, so she quickly yanked up her panties and straightened her skirt.

“What’s going on in there?” Zina yelled.

Bliss started to panic when she heard heavy boots tromping in her direction. The man whirled around, grabbed her arms, and seconds later, she was blinking against a blinding light.

“What the…” She tried to shield her eyes with her hand but still couldn’t see past the gentleman who called himself her rescuer. He let go of her arms.

A female voice called out, “Who the hell is this? And why did you bring her here, Hephaestus?”

“I’m sorry. I just needed a moment to scan the area I’m returning her to, so we won’t be seen appearing out of thin air.”

“Well, that’s a moment too long. Get her out of here, now!”

The guy sighed and grasped Bliss’s arms again. Suddenly they were standing in a dark place. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, as if she’d just had a flashbulb go off in her face.

“Wh—where are we?”

“In the alley behind the bar where you work. You’ve been gone for quite some time. You’ll need a reasonably believable story to explain your absence.”

Bliss focused on the man as soon as she could see again and set a hand on her hip. “You mean they won’t believe a dragon snatched me off the ground, flew me all over the city, and held me in a warehouse until some guy with magical powers got me out of there and took me to someplace brighter than the sun?”

“I think it would be a good idea to tweak the truth a bit, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, of course, but damn… what do I say to my boss?”

“You could start by apologizing for running off and worrying everybody.”

Well, that’s a no-brainer. “I probably won’t need to explain where I was. I’ll just get my stuff and start looking for another job and place to live.”

“I don’t think you’ll lose your job.”

Something about the way he smiled made her realize he wasn’t as ugly as she’d originally thought. There was a goodness inside the man, and she felt ashamed for not realizing it before.

“I never thanked you. You probably saved my life.”

“Oh, there’s no ‘probably’ about it. I don’t usually like to interfere with mortals, but this was a special case. Now, I’m off to wrestle with a certain nasty dra—I mean, person.”

Mortals? “I have so many ques—” She stopped when she blinked and realized she was standing there alone, talking to herself. What the… How does he do that?

Bliss stepped through the back door and headed toward Anthony’s office, fully prepared to pick up her stuff and get out. If only Claudia was back there, but she’s home in bed by now.

Before she reached the door, she was spotted. Someone called out, “Bliss!” It may have been Tory. He was standing at the bar talking to Angie. Angie whipped her head around and gasped when she saw Bliss.

Drake burst into the bar through the front door.

Before Bliss could take another step, Angie lifted the bar top and rushed through it, almost tackling her.

“Bliss! Oh, God! Where have you been?”

“I don’t know, but you may have just guessed who I was with.”

Angie took a step back. “God? You were with God?” Her hands flew to cover her second gasp. “You saw God? Did you have a near-death experience?”

Hey, that’s as good an explanation as any… “Yeah, I think so. In all the confusion, I was—um… I got knocked down and I think I hit my head.”

“On the street? But didn’t anyone stop to help you?”

Drake battled his way through the crowd.

“Uh… no. You know how big cities are.”

Angie glanced around at the people that were watching as if to say, “Do you believe this shit?”

Drake reached her and pulled her into a giant hug. “Bliss, honey. We were all worried about you, but I think I speak for everyone when I say we’re just glad to have you back.” Raising his voice he announced, “Bliss needs time to rest and regroup. Let’s give her some breathing room.”

Everyone murmured their assent and stepped back. Most folks returned to their tables. Kurt and Tory stayed nearby, probably to make sure she was all right.

“Thanks, Drake. I need to tell Anthony I’m okay and get yelled at, or more likely fired.”

Drake smiled. “He’s not going to fire you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“How much?” He placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the office.

Tory laughed. “You’re seriously betting on whether or not she gets fired?”

Drake grinned at him. “Why not? I know I’m going to win. Maybe I can get something I want from her in the bargain.” He winked at Bliss.

His calm demeanor and good humor relaxed her somewhat, but she wondered how he could be so sure of himself.

As soon as they reached the office door, he opened it.

“Drake! We always knock first.”

Anthony strode right over to them and opened the door wider. “Come in, Bliss.”

“Can I join you?” Drake asked.

Anthony gave a slight bow and backed away enough to let both of them into his office.

“Anthony, I’m so sorry…” Bliss began.

He held up one hand. “I’m sure you had your reasons. There’s no need to go into them right now. Are you all right?”

“Yes. But I’m so sorry…”

“Are you able to finish your shift?”

Her mouth opened in surprise. She had been ready to defend her poppycock story, but it didn’t appear as if she had to. Not only that, but she wasn’t losing her job or even being warned about repeat behavior.

“Uh… yeah. I can get out there right after I wash my hands, if you want.”

“Then please go ahead. I’d like to talk to Drake for a moment.”

“Sure.” She fished in her pocket. Somewhere during all the sky travel and rough landings, she’d lost her order pad. “I, ah… I just need a new pad and pen.”

Anthony opened a side drawer of his desk and found the needed items. “Here you go,” he said with a smile.

This was all too weird. He didn’t even appear upset. But not wanting to look a gift boss in the mouth, she grabbed the pen and order pad and scurried out the door.

Drake strolled to the couch on the far wall of Anthony’s office and made himself comfortable. Anthony took the adjacent chair.

“You must be relieved.”

Drake blew out a deep breath and dropped back onto the cushions. “You can say that again. If it hadn’t been for Vulcan, we might never have found her.”

Anthony shook his head. “I don’t know if I like having the Supernatural Council here in Boston or not. Nick met them and seemed to feel uncomfortable about it. Of course, Mother Nature did threaten to drop him into an active volcano.”

“That would give anyone cause for alarm.”

“Yes. Well, I assume it’s only a matter of time before they call me in. The Balogs tried to discourage me from opening the bar, and I assumed it was simply because they didn’t want that element near their home. Now I understand from both you and Nick that the Balogs seem to be in the Council’s employ.”

“I think you’re all right as long as humans don’t discover the bar’s real purpose as a safe place for paranormals to meet and get to know each other as fellow, well, creatures.”

“It’s more than that. They don’t want humans knowing about our existence at all. I can understand their concern since I employ humans. I’ve tried to find paranormals to work here, but most aren’t interested in such mundane duties and lousy pay.”

Drake laughed. “Can you blame them?”

“No. If I didn’t firmly believe in my theory that hostilities between the factions would cease if everyone just got to know one another’s daily struggles and challenges, I wouldn’t be doing this, either.”

“It’s a positive message and I, for one, hope it’s working.”

Anthony nodded. “For the most part. I’ve had to mesmerize a couple of employees who’d seen too much, but it was absolutely essential. They had to forget about our… uniqueness.”

“I understand. But Bliss knows about me, and now that Vulcan has intervened, she may know a lot more.”

“She’s a smart woman, and I trust her not to blab. You must too if you’re sitting here and talking to me casually. I thought you might ask me to mesmerize her.”

“As you said, she’s smart. I think she knows no one would believe her, and I trust her not to jeopardize my safety. Just now, she made up a crazy story about being knocked out and having a near-death experience.”

Anthony’s brows shot up. “That’s a little much, isn’t it? Why not temporary amnesia?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask her about it later. Right now I want to wait until her shift is over and see if I can talk her into going to my place for the night.”

“You don’t believe she’s safe here anymore?”

“It isn’t that. She’s probably safe anywhere. Vulcan said he was going after Zina and Bliss was back at the bar. You have no idea what a relief that was. The Council must have Zina in their custody by now.

“I can’t imagine that Bliss would have been able to escape without their help. That’s probably why she made up that bullshit story about seeing God. I can hardly wait to hear what really happened.”

“Ah, I think I understand now.”

“If I’m right, we should have nothing to fear from Zina from now on. Thanks for your help while she was being a menace.”

Anthony chuckled. “I may ask you to return the favor someday. Wait until you see Ruxandra on a rampage.”

Mother Nature screamed a string of obscenities. “Are you kidding me? You had that dragon bitch in your grasp and you lost her?”

Vulcan’s gaze dropped to where his white robe met his bare feet. “I’m sorry, Gaia. She was about to open the bathroom door and I panicked. I grabbed the mortal and returned her to safety instead of grabbing the immortal and going back for the other one later. You’re absolutely right. I should have done it the other way around. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking it would be easier to deal with a helpless mortal than battle a nasty fire-breathing dragon.”

It chafed, but she was probably right. That’s why Vulcan didn’t visit earth very often. He was much more comfortable in his solitary workshop or among his own kind. Mortals were so frail and easily broken, they made him nervous.

“Not only that, but you actually brought the mortal here.” Mother Nature tossed her hands in the air. It was never a good sign when she began talking with her hands. “Here! No mortal has ever—or should ever—be aware of our location. They need to think we’re everywhere. Otherwise there will be chaos wherever we’re not.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Fortunately I was able to blind her with über-bright direct sunlight. If I hadn’t, she could have seen everything. How would you have explained it to her then?”

“I don’t know. I am very, very sorry.”

“Well, get your sorry ass back down there and find that friggin’ dragon. You know how I hate dragons! I’ve almost wiped them out completely, but if this one manages to get pregnant… Gaaaah!” Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Vulcan had never seen Mother Nature this angry. Well, no, that wasn’t quite true. She’d caused some impressive earthquakes and tsunamis when she was really on a tear. Vulcan wondered what kind of destruction was taking place on earth during this tirade, but he wasn’t nearly as concerned about that as he was with his own hide at the moment.

“I’ll find her, Goddess.”

“Damn right you will, because you won’t be allowed back here until you do.”

Why did I ever volunteer to help in the first place?