Free Boreal and John Grey Season 2 by Chrystalla Thoma

came from.
    Fuck, please no. It scared her how much even the thought of such a possibility hurt. Focus, Ella.  
    Her phone rang. It was Dave’s number. “I told you, boss, we’re on our damn way—”
    “Ella Benson? This is agent Thomas Niels. Boss says to tell you to head toward Jason Inc. in Aurora. Dragon seems to have stopped there.”
    “Copy that, Agent Niels.” She’d met the man. Hadn’t remembered his voice was so deep. “We’re heading there.”
    “Meet you at the location.”
    As she drove out of the city, she caught a glimpse of Finn staring at her. Pursing her lips, she did her best to ignore him — sitting there, so close, she felt the warmth of his body. Bursts of brilliance from his hair and skin teased her eyes.
    Damn pretty elf. Distracting, like always .
    She took the bridge and raced toward Aurora, the new urbanization that had sprung up between the city and one of the fashionable sea resorts. Tall buildings, check. Dragon possibility, check.
    As she parked outside the Jason Inc. skyscraper, resigned to another evening of heights and vertigo, she wondered — would Finn kill the dragon this time, as he said he would?
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    The Jason Inc. building stood in a cluster of chrome and glass office towers, decorative shrubs lining the path that led to the entrance.
    No police cars. A limo was parked around the corner. A man in a three-piece suit crossed the street, casting Ella and Finn curious looks.
    Ella glanced down at her black cargo pants and combat boots, then at Finn’s outfit which wasn’t very different. She guessed they didn’t quite look like business people coming in for a late meeting.
    She looked up at the building’s polished windows. A tower of glass and steel. And up there, the dreaded rooftop where she’d be in a moment.
    Her nails bit into her palms.
    A hand landed on her shoulder, startling a yelp out of her. “The hell?”
    “Sorry.” Finn lifted his hand. “You’re shivering.”
    She took a step back. “Yeah... Have I ever told you I’m scared of heights?”
    Finn frowned. “You can stay here.”
    Fuck that. He’d shut her out of his head and his magic. No way in hell was she going to wait in the lobby as he fought a dragon.
    “I’m your only back up. Deal with it.” Without waiting for an answer, she headed to the sliding doors and flashed the guards her badge.
    She stomped to the elevator and folded her arms over her chest, waiting for Finn to limp inside. He gave her a questioning look, one brow arching, his eyes a little wide.
    Ignore him. You can do it. Where the hell was Dave, damn annoying as he was, when you needed back-up — and a distraction?
    The elevator doors slid open. Finn stepped outside, unbolted the heavy door leading to the rooftop and opened it. A blast of icy air hit Ella’s face.
    Heights and cold. What more could a girl ask for?
    Oh yeah. A dragon.
    She stepped out into the cold night, drawing her gun. Despite the lack of wind, the chill crept into her bones. Any moment now her nose would drop off and she wouldn’t even feel it. Damn, it wasn’t even officially winter yet.
    Finn kicked at a carton box and stalked to the other end of the terrace. He hadn’t even drawn a weapon. He walked back toward her.
    No sign of a dragon.
    Ella frowned. “What the hell is Dave playing at? He said he had a verified sighting.”
    “You’re angry,” Finn said, his voice low and even.
    No shit, Sherlock. “No law against it.” Wait. The phone call had come from Dave’s phone, but who the hell was Agent Niels? Could it be a trap?
    “Not with Dave,” Finn said. He was giving her a quizzical stare, head tilted to the side. “You’re angry with me.”
    “Yes, because you’re keeping me in the dark.” Dammit . Now was not the time. “We need to get off this roof, now.”
    Finn opened his mouth, then closed it. He turned toward the open door and the elevator, his back rigid.
    Something flashed on the roof across the