The Golden Dragon by Tianna Xander

their fixation on treasure and all. And Drake Delfavaro wasn’t just any dragon either. He was a gold dragon. The gold dragon if what she’d seen in his memories was true. It wasn’t his father that had seen the inquisition. It had been him.
    Drake had memories that were thousands of years old. How could someone live so long watching those around them die year after year and remain sane? She didn’t know how he did it, but he had.
    “Okay. I’ll talk to them and see what they think.”
    “ We will talk to them. I’m not letting you go back there unprotected.” He pointed toward his desk. “Those photos were a warning—a statement. Whoever took them can get to you or any one of your sisters anytime they want. That was their message.”

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    Drake watched the color drain from April’s face. He didn’t want that. He never wanted to scare her, but better a frightened mate than a dead one. It was obvious, at least to him, that someone took great pains to kill witches in the past and managed to keep them fearing dragon kind for hundreds of years. There was nothing to stop them from doing the same now.
    The only thing he could do was find the other women their own mates as fast as he could. Maybe then they could rebuild their species. When a dragon mated a witch, their offspring were dragons. It was the only way to breed more of his kind. With thirteen new witches, they could very well be on their way to rebuilding their species if he could find mates for them all. That was the question, wasn’t it? Could he find partners for them all and what of the brothers he’d seen in April’s mind?
    Their brothers, when finally paired off, could produce even more mates for his kind. They must find them and warn them before it was too late.

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Epilogue
    “Can’t you do something about this?” Martin stomped into the room. He decided to keep the other man on once he started dating a little blonde in the personnel office. It was a good thing too. He was certain the man had found at least one of April’s brothers. He’d already sent a few agents out to bring him in—with or without the man’s consent.
    Drake looked at the head of his new research department dedicated to finding all magical beings, starting with April’s missing brothers first. The other man’s hair was a deep shade of magenta. He stifled a laugh, covering it with a cough before taking a sip of the glass of water on his desk. “I’ve tried. They can’t help it.
    Until they find their mates, none of them will reach their full potential and all of them will make mistakes. The only advice I have is to stay out of their way.” He waved his arm. “And things like this are bound to happen from 69

     

     
    time to time.”
    “I’d think you would have a better understanding about how frustrating this is than most, considering they live in your house. Carrie thinks I had my hair dyed on purpose! She’s pissed. We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight and she cancelled until I change it back.”
    Martin groaned when another fire burst to life in front of him. “This is the third time this month. It’s getting expensive and my barber thinks I’m losing my mind. At least let me work at the office or somewhere else where I won’t have to put up with the harridan gang out there.”
    “Hey! My sisters are not harridans.” April walked into the room behind him, rounded the end of the desk and plopped down on Drake’s lap, missing his groan as she ground his more sensitive parts into the seat of his chair. She waved her wand and a perfect cup of tea appeared next to his coffee. She clapped her hands. “I love that I can do that now.” She turned her attention back to Martin and lifted her chin. “My sisters are neither old, nor hard to get along with, so take your insults and go pack sand.”
    “Now, now, love. Martin is just letting off steam.
    Look at what Tansy did to his hair.”
    “He’s lucky she didn’t set