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off in the distance, but from the sound of the roaring engine, it was heading their way, and fast.
    Blain looked around at his guards. “Come on, everyone in the vehicles, we need to regroup.” He was still strongly feeling the effects of what he was fairly certain was poison running through his body. And although the guards had seemed to come out of whatever spell Danielle had placed on them, he noticed none of them was completely one hundred percent. The only one who didn’t seem affected by the battle was Natasha.
    They quickly reached the two limos only to find Blain’s driver dead, slumped over in his seat. He called for one of the guards. “Move the body over. He goes back with us for a proper burial. I refuse to leave him here with all the tainted magic and evil on these grounds.”
    The guard made short work of moving the driver’s body, and Blain started to get in the driver’s seat. “Uh, no, big man, I’m driving. You are injured.”
    Blain gave Natasha a look as if he thought she had grown two heads. Just as he was about to argue, his guard stepped up. “Sir, she is right. Allow me to drive, please.”
    He shook his head at the two people standing in front of him, blocking the entrance to the vehicle. “Very well, Ethan. Get in,” he grabbed Natasha’s arm and yanked her into the back, following her in.
    As soon as they were on the road, Natasha reached over to the seat directly in front of her, pulled the seat portion up, and retrieved a black leather duffle bag.
    “That wasn’t there before,” Blain said, watching her closely as she unzipped the bag and pulled out two pistols.
    “I had the car renovated early this morning. I never go anywhere unprepared. And I can promise you,” she paused, snapping in two new magazines and looking over at him. “That’s not the only new hidden compartment in this car or the castle.”
    The car jerked suddenly as a bullet zipped past the side of their limo, shattering the side mirror. Blain looked behind them to see they were being pursued by three cars. Still didn’t make any sense why someone would want him dead just because he turned down a business proposal.
    They both heard tires squealing as they watched the limo with the guards in it get hit from behind, lose control, and go into a spin before stopping on the forest side of the road.
    Natasha rolled down her window and stuck her upper body through the empty spot just enough to unload the magazine in her gun at the cars behind them. She shot out at least one tire on two different cars, and had also managed to hit the passenger in the car directly behind them. The two cars with blown-out tires skidded to a stop, leaving only one chasing them.
    “Sir, what do you want me to do?” Ethan inquired from the front seat.
    Before Blain could open his mouth to respond, Natasha answered, “Just keep driving and don’t stop, no matter what!”
    “I can’t get a good shot at the driver,” she said, sliding back down into her seat.
    “I guess we’ll just have to see if we can lose him along the way,” Blain stated, noticing that she was looking at him intently. “What?” he questioned, wondering what was going through that devious mind of hers.
    Without saying a word, she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap facing him, her thighs hugging onto his hips. His mouth fell open as she pulled out a sniper’s rifle from the bag and looked back at him.
    “I don’t think that this is the right time to be playing any games,” he teased, though loving having her on top of him.
    She cocked a brow at him with a devilish glint in her eyes. “Just help hold me steady,” she said, leaning out of his window and aiming the gun once again.
    The way she positioned herself gave him a great view of her ass. Even with her clothes on, his dragon was salivating to bite into the luscious globes. If it weren’t for the crazy situation they were in, he would consider letting his dragon have his way. But the situation was