CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE: ADELAIDE MARCH
I wish I could say that everything about my finding Bradley went smoothly. But the minute he saw me, I could feel his dragon stirring inside of him. Filled with rage that I was worried would break down Hell. Which was a funny thing to worry about.
“Adelaide,” he growled.
I shot Emma a look, who was pointedly trying to look anywhere but me. Taking her inn was hard. There were bags in underneath her eyes, you could see the slight bulge of the baby bump, and her face was sweaty.
“I had to come,” I explained, “I didn’t have a choice.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t have a choice?” Bradley asked.
“She was running from something,” Emma said flatly. She sounded distant, not at all like the charming, nice girl I knew. Part of her had gotten lost in the
