Chapter Four – Ian
Well, Lydia was a Paladin all right.
Ian rubbed his eyes as he stared at yet another police report detailing a recent murder. Eleven of them had occurred all over the world and the details were clearly demon-related. Ian had kept tabs on a few of the Paladins, though he hadn't bothered to watch them as closely as his father would have if he were alive.
Lydia was a Paladin – the last Paladin. The rest were dead. Eleven more would be picked to fill their spots, but they'd be babies. Babies could hardly fight demons.
This couldn't be a coincidence. Demons were planning something big and wanted the Paladins dead before they did it. There were other defenders, of course, but it seemed like they were being targeted, too. This meant they were either planning on killing the last Dragon as well or counting on his misanthropy to keep him out of the fight.
Ian stood abruptly and slammed his computer shut. He heard a crack but was in too foul a mood to care. He'd let his bitterness stew and fester long enough to make it seem as though he wasn't an enemy to hell. What sort of being did that make him? Not to mention he was alone, and there was something he could do about that.
As the last Dragon, if he died, there would be nobody left to do his job. Furthermore, it was a job he hadn't really been doing lately. As difficult as it was, he needed to move past the murder of his family and find a reason to care about humans again. Much easier said than done.
And he needed to produce offspring, so he would no longer be the last dragon.
He left the study, keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets as he roamed the upper hallway. Both Lydia and Amber knew about his secret – the secret he had kept from everybody for hundreds of years. He was reasonably certain they wouldn't do anything about it… Even if they did, nobody would believe them. They'd just be two women spouting nonsense. It still made him uneasy. He should have stuck with the original plan and not let them know he was a dragon at all. Maybe it was just that he was so lonely that his judgment had been clouded.
What he really needed was a mate. Somebody to have children with so that he wasn't alone in this burden, and that if he died there would be others to take on the responsibility. The problem with that was that he couldn’t just pick out a woman from the crowd and bring her home. She had to know his secret…
And there were two women in his mansion right now that did.
Ian paused, his heart doing a strange flipping thing. Could he take Lydia or Amber as a mate? They knew his secret. There didn't have to be any real affection between them, and he was rich. Didn't women want to be rich? As his mate, either one of them could have all the money in the world.
Mind made up, he headed downstairs. He found Amber first. She was quiet, withdrawn. Didn't demand things from him. With her as his mate, it would no doubt be peaceful. They could do their own thing, only coming together to create babies. Lydia would probably insist on doing things like dating and going to Disneyworld. Ugh.
"Amber."
She jumped and backed away warily. In time that would change, wouldn't it?
"I need a mate," he told her.
Her eyes widened and her face paled. "Excuse me?"
"I'm the last Dragon, and I need a mate to give me children so that my species and mission don't die with me. You're not objectionable, and I'm rich. You could have everything that you wanted. I would want six children, but other than that, we wouldn't even need to live together." Ian tried to keep his voice even and factual. With every word he spoke, Amber got paler. Clearly, he was doing something wrong.
"You want me to be your… mate?"
"I'm rich," he repeated. "You would have free access to all of my money. And if we mated, you would become immortal. Well, at least as immortal as I am. But only if we mate."
Amber's gaze shifted past his shoulder. He turned to find Lydia standing in a doorway. Her eyes were like saucers, jaw hanging open. When their eyes met, her jaw snapped closed and her hands curled into fists. Fury was written all over her face and he mentally cursed. Great. Now she was mad that he had asked Amber instead of her.
"What the crap?" Lydia seethed. "Just going up to a girl and saying that you want to mate with her? What is wrong with you?"
Amber scooted past him and stood next to Lydia. "See? I told you, we need to get out of here. What's he going to do next?"
Ian looked at them, bewildered. "I was only asking. I need a mate. I don't want a girlfriend or anything."
"No, of course not. You want the sex and not the commitment." Lydia rolled her eyes. "What's next, a threesome?"
"Three—" Ian shook his head, grinding his teeth. "You are completely misunderstanding what I am saying. I'm not asking for some sort of contract that demands we have sex five times a week. I don't even care about the sex. We could use artificial insemination to have children. I just… I need my species to live on. You wouldn't understand. You have billions of other humans on this planet. I am alone."
Lydia marched forward and poked him in the chest. "I don't care what your sob story is. You don't just go around acting like this. Saying you're rich as though that's reason enough that Amber should be all over you. You don't know her life. If you want a mate, maybe you should stop being an entitled asshole and actually, you know, try to be nice… without thinking that being nice entitles you to women's bodies."
"Why? I'm not looking for—"
"You are looking for a mother to your children. Don't you think they deserve parents that love each other?"
"I could never love a human!"
"Then why bother with us, huh?" Lydia's petite frame trembled with fury. "Why not just let the demons wipe us all out? And why should Amber bind herself to someone who could never love her?"
Ian snarled and turned away. "Forget about it. The offer wasn't for you, anyway. If the answer's no, the answer's no. I'll deal."
He started to walk away, wanting to get away from the whole embarrassing situation. I should have known better than to think that the humans would consider this logically.
"I'm not done talking to you." Of course Lydia had to follow.
"Talking?" He snorted. "More like yelling about things you don't understand."
Lydia grabbed his arm. "Then tell about it. Make me understand. Because right now it looks to me that you went up to a girl who has been terribly abused by boyfriends in the past and demanded that she be your baby mama."
He shook her off but stopped and glared down at her. They could have both been doing something else entirely right now, but she had to make a big deal out of it. The dragon sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep his raging fire under control. "Look, I didn't know she was abused. I was just asking. I didn't demand anything from her."
"But why? You've been coming to the restaurant for months –have you had your eye on her all this time?"
"No. The demons are up to something, and I don't have any children to carry on my work if I die. My whole family is dead. Humans killed them. My parents, my brother, my sister. I watched your people kill everybody I loved, and I hate that I have to protect humans. I hate it. But I have to, and I have to have somebody to leave behind."
Lydia stepped back, though from his revelation or the venom in his voice he didn't know. She opened her mouth, then closed it. So she wasn't going to start yelling again? That was an improvement.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, I know what it's like to lose people. My parents were murdered right in front of me, too, remember? It doesn't give you license to act like an asshole."
"I am not an asshole."
"Yes, you are! You're a rich, entitled asshole who thinks that everything should be done exactly your way. I pity any woman who ends up mating with you. Heaven forbid she part her hair the wrong way or you'll send her back."
"Why would I care how she does her hair?"
Lydia threw her hands into the air. "Why should you care which way sauce was drizzled? Do you not remember anything when you're in the restaurant? I dread seeing you walk through the doors. I know that means I'm going to have at least one server in tears because you're picking on some aspect of her personal grooming or saying that the spinach in your lasagna is too wilted or not wilted enough or some other stupid thing."
"Just because I—"
"And you don't even tip! My workers are on their feet for eight or more hours a day, smiling, being peppy and polite to people who don't even see them as human. The least you could do is give them a proper tip for bending over backward to give you great service."
Ian's brow furrowed. He never understood the tipping policy. Why should he pay more when he already paid for his food? "I'm not an asshole."
"Prove it."
"If I was, I'd kiss you right now to get you to shut up."
Her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
Something about how she said it rankled him. Or maybe he was just tired of listening to her rant about what kind of person he was, and needed her to shut up. Maybe he thought it would make him leave her alone. In any case, he took the challenge. His arms wrapped around her waist and he crushed her against him, pressing his lips to hers.
Sparks and fireworks exploded in his brain. Lydia squeaked, stiffening – and then threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him back, teasing his mouth open, rubbing her body against his. He tightened at the contact and moaned, drilling his tongue into her mouth. She responded by trying to subdue him. Their sounds became louder. Ian cupped Lydia's ass, picking her up. She ground herself against him, clinging to his hips with her knees.
"Stop it!" Amber shouted. "Put her down!"
Ian broke away from Lydia, startled. He had forgotten about the other woman entirely. Lydia still clung to his neck as they stared at each other.
"See?" she panted. "I was right. Asshole."
Ian set her down. An apology was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't know how to say it. His gaze flickered between Lydia and Amber. Lydia's flushed cheeks and heaving breasts were a sharp contrast to Amber's pallor.
What had he been thinking? This was not what he wanted. And now he'd lost his chance to get himself a mate. No matter which way he looked at it, what had just happened ruined everything.
He turned on his heel and walked away. Lydia did not follow.