Page 20 of Baby Me


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She hated to retreat, but it was time to let her dragon warrior take over the fight. Azy grabbed the silver cake server and scooted the nearest chair away from the big wooden dining room table to make room for her and her big belly. She hunkered down underneath of it, weapon held at the ready should any demon dragon deign to stick its nose in her direction.

Match was the first to come to life, instantly in his giant red dragon form. His flames incinerated a mass of demon dragons, turning them to nothing more than piles of inky black ash. Cage tossed some sort of a sword to him, and then more to Jakob and Ky. The four swords glowed with a light, matching the dragons' colors. Before everyone's eyes, the swords sunk into the scales at the tip of each warriors' tail, weaponizing an already deadly tool.

The warriors worked in concert, cornering and slashing their way through piles of demon dragons. Cage and Match were particularly brutal in their attacks. Any attempt by any of the demons to even come close to one of the mates, and Cage immediately eviscerated them. He was definitely gunning for MVP of the battle, quarterbacking the hell out of their offense. He was seemingly everyone at once, letting no harm come to her, Ciara, Fleur, or Jada whether by his own strikes or directing the other warriors. He was glorious.

But while Cage seemed focused and in control, Match was going absolutely berserk trying to get to the Black Witch. His fire filled the room over and over, taking out demon dragons, furniture, and wedding dresses left and right. A moment before he reached Ereshkigal, he shifted back into his human form. What the hell was he doing?

Match used the shiny new sword to lop off the head of the last Annunaki demon guarding Ereshkigal then lunged forward and grabbed the witch, thrusting her up against the wall. Smoke billowed from his mouth and nose. "Where is she, crone?"

He shook with rage. “You’ve destroyed her life long enough. She is mine. Where are you hiding her?”

Ereshkigal screeched with a sound louder than all the demon dragons combined and disappeared in a puff of oily black smoke that filled the room. Everyone coughed and sputtered trying to avoid breathing in the rank, thick air. Azy covered her nose and mouth, not wanting any of the tainted smoke reaching into her body and harming the little ones.

Azynsa, where are you? My wind cannot clear the air. Tell me you're okay.Cage bellowed into her head.

I'm okay. We're safe. I crawled under the table.Not a thing had disturbed her the entire battle and now it was practically over.

That's my smart mate.

A black scaled arm shoved her mother's magic mirror in front of her face. She jerked away, but the demon dragon caught her arm.

"No go. You talk." It shook the mirror at her.

Azy did her best to yank her arm away. She couldn't die now. That was total bullshit to survive this long and get dead at the last moment."Fuck you. Get off of me."

"You talk. Jett comes," it hissed.

"Jett?" Did this asshole really think she was going to call up his friend for him?

"Jett comes. I help you. Babies live."

No. It couldn't be. This demon dragon was offering to help her and the dragon warriors.

Deals with Demons and Other Things that Hurt

Azy snatched the mirror from the demon dragon and scooted away from him holding her cake server weapon out to defend herself. "Get away. You can't fool me. You aren't going to help us. What do you want?"

It snapped its jaws and snarled. "Jett comes. Black dragons rise."

That was the last thing Azy needed. "You can tell the Black Dragon to suck my dick."

The demon dragon slashed at a chair, cutting it in two with its claws. It crawled closer but didn't strike at her. "No." It growled and if Azy didn't know better, she'd think it was frustrated with her. "Jett comes. AllFather dies."

The table above them both disappeared, and, in its place, a very large, very angry dragon stood, ready to pounce on the demon. The demon dragon lunged and thrust the mirror at her face. Before Cage could strike, it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Her dragon gently grabbed her up into one claw, cradling her body and holding her to his warm scales. Azy slumped into his hold, her mental and physical reserves toast. Never had she ever been so grateful to have all these friends, her true family in her life. She simply didn't know if that would be enough.

They'd won the battle today. But barely.

If Ereshkigal truly coveted the babies... a jagged tear of fear the size of the Marianas trench had been ripped open inside of her. No, Azy wouldn't give in to that fear. Even if everything in their lives had to change, if they had to give up everything, they would find a way to keep their children safe.

In a wash of golden light, Cage shifted into his human form holding Azy in his arms. "I thought he was going to kill you."

Yeah. She'd thought so too. She stretched her back trying to work on a twinge that had her lower back aching after that battle. "That's the crazy thing. He talked to me, in that way that some of the smarter demon dragons do. He said he wants to help us."

Cage looked at her like she was a crackhead on crack. She kind of felt like she'd been slipped a hallucinogen. This was one weird idea. "For real. He said if I called Jett, they would kill the AllFather, and I think they mean the Black Dragon. He said he would help save the babies from Ereshkigal."

Match threw a chair across the room. "You must never let her touch your children. It is a fate worse than death."