Night's Awakening Read Online Free PDF Page A

while Rhys got Elena out of the harness. When Guy turned back, Rhys had Elena in his arms while Banan had her backpack.
    He missed holding her, but he wasn’t going to yank her from Rhys. That would mean Guy wanted to stake a claim. Which he didn’t.
    Right?
    Elena looked at him over Rhys’s shoulder. Their gazes locked, held for a moment before she lowered her eyes and turned away.

Chapter Four
    Guy knew what awaited Elena when they reached the mansion. They should probably warn her, but the easier she went, the better.
    All too soon, they reached the main cave they used daily. Guy prayed no dragons were heard as they carried Elena through one of the caverns and then up the long corridor to the outside.
    She inhaled the fresh air and removed her helmet when they stepped out of the mountain. “Oh, goodness,” she murmured as she looked at the mansion.
    “We’ll take you to the house to see to your injury,” Banan said.
    Elena chuckled. “That isn’t a house. That’s a palace.”
    “Mansion,” Rhys corrected her. “It’s no’ grand enough for a palace.”
    “But it’s certainly large enough. I had no idea anything like this was here. Do y’all do tours like other places?”
    Guy came even with Rhys when they reached the side door of the conservatory. “No visitor is allowed anywhere other than the distillery sections of our land.”
    He waited for Rhys to walk through, but Guy’s eyes were glued to Elena. He’d lived at Dreagan for thousands upon thousands of years. There were things in the house he didn’t even notice anymore, and he was curious as to how she saw their home.
    The way her eyes widened, and her lips parted in a silent wow while her head swiveled one way and another made him look at his surroundings with new eyes.
    “Holy cow,” she said when they approached the staircase.
    It stood in the center of the large foyer and was wide enough for six men to stand side by side. It went up fifteen steps before there was a landing, and then more steps off to the side to the second floor.
    But Rhys didn’t stop on the second floor. He continued up to the third. Once more the stairs switchbacked, but now Elena’s eyes were glued to the weapons hung on the walls.
    Weapons of every century, from every continent.
    Guy knew the house was absent of everyone but Con, thanks to them alerting him there was someone in the mountain. When they reached the guest room, Guy found Constantine standing against a far window, his back to them. Guy walked to the headboard near where Rhys carried Elena, not yet ready to be away from her.
    Elena let out a sigh when she was on the bed. Then she looked down at her muddy, dirt-encrusted clothes and scooted to the edge of the bed before standing.
    “You need to lie down,” Rhys said.
    “Not on that comforter. There’s no way I’m getting it any dirtier,” she argued as she glanced at the cream colored comforter.
    Con turned to them with a smile. “It’s just a piece of fabric that can be replaced.” He bent and, with a yank, removed the comforter from the bed.
    Guy found it curious that Elena leaned back against him as she stared at Con. “Maybe it’s just a piece of fabric, but it isn’t mine to ruin.”
    “I’m Constantine,” he said. “As I heard Rhys say, you’re injured. Let us get you looked at, a change of clothes, and some food, shall we?”
    She nodded woodenly before she cleared her throat twice. “I’m Elena Griffin.”
    “Welcome to Dreagan, Miss Griffin. We’ll give you a few moments to yourself, and then I’ve some questions.”
    Con walked past Guy, leaving Elena staring after him. Banan and Rhys soon followed. After a long look at Elena, Guy, too, trailed them.
    He closed the door and sighed. He didn’t like how anxious he was about how she was going to get her boot off, or if her foot would swell because of it.
    He didn’t want to worry about her getting out of her clothes, but then he pictured what she might look like nude. Slim,