Ronan had held the man against. “Not a smart move. Did you really think I’d let you hit me?” Ronan let her go. Amber turned to face him, supporting herself against the wall, her heart racing a million kilometres an hour. “Who is he? Another one of your sons?” “Rian. The one that managed to get his arse kicked by your dragons. He was laid up for a month. He’ll teach you to fight if he wants to make up for that mess.” Amber looked between the two men. “I don’t need his help.” Ronan pulled a gun out and pressed it at Rian’s forehead. “In that case, he’s of no use to anyone.” “What!” Amber went from scared to angry in a second. “What do you think you’re doing, Ronan? Are you trying to manipulate me?” She couldn’t believe Rian stood there, his expression still neutral, his eyes meeting those of his father. “I don’t bluff.” “You can’t do this.” Amber’s mouth dried and she desperately tried to think of a way to stop this nightmare. “Then you do want him?” Ronan turned his gaze on Amber. She could only nod. Her eyes were still on Rian and she could have sworn she saw a moment of relief in his gaze. “You’ll fight him like you mean it. Or I’ll shoot him.” Ronan’s expression was harsh. “Even to aiming for the wings if you’re throwing fire at him. If he can’t get out of the way he doesn’t deserve to live.” “That’s harsh.” Amber couldn’t believe Rian still stood there, expressionless. She’d have made several comments by now if it had been one of her parents talking about her like this. And none of them would have been complementary. “Only the strong survive. I wouldn’t be doing him any favours if I didn’t teach him that. Eventually you’ll learn too.” Ronan tucked his gun into the back of his leather pants. “Not likely.” “Then you’ll die, but not until I’m finished with you.” Ronan gestured towards his son. “And he’ll make sure you live long enough to help me or I’ll tear his heart out with my own hands.” “Bastard,” Amber muttered. Ronan smiled as if he’d been complimented. “Don’t forget it.” He glanced around. “Let’s get out of this depressing place.” “You were the one who wanted to come here.” “If you hadn’t been so impatient it might have been worthwhile.” “Why’d you want to come here anyway?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it does.” Amber crossed her arms over her chest. “Why here?” “To give the assassins a chance to find you.” It took a couple of seconds for Ronan’s words to sink in. “What!” “Oh stop with all the drama.” Ronan turned from her and began to move away from the building. Amber grabbed him by the arm and wasn’t surprised when Ronan shook her off with a look of annoyance. “Talk to me. I’m not one of your sons who’ll stand around while you get them killed.” “If they followed orders better they wouldn’t get killed.” “Ronan!” “We only have rumours. I need to find out who and why. And you can’t retaliate until an attempt has been made.” “Attempt?” Amber hated how Ronan had the ability to make her voice sound like that of a scared little girl. Ronan laughed. “Don’t you like that? Too bad. You’re a part of our world, you have to live by its laws.” He looked over to Rian. “Guard her and train her.” He leapt into the air and, turning into a blue and silver dragon, disappeared into the night. Amber growled in frustration. She had more questions. How dare he take off like that? She heard movement behind her and turned to face Rian. What was she going to do with him? And why did he just stand there watching her? “What?” “I have no idea what you are asking.” “Why are you standing there?” “Guarding you.” Amber started to tell him he could leave, then recalled she was alone, at school, after midnight and there were assassins after her. She nodded her head. When she