Resurrecting Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 13) by Julia Mills Page A
Authors: Julia Mills
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letting Rory die. I admit to being out of my element but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. I have a thought but I need to consult with Siobhan...”
Silence fell over the room as Niall’s words trailed off as his footsteps indicated he was quickly leaving the room. Rory could feel the deep contemplation everyone around him was in and used the quiet time to calm his vitals. Taking another deep breath, he remembered a time when his mother, an accomplished healer in her own right, had helped a Guardsman’s mate who’d been bitten by a water moccasin.
Using the same technique he’d watched his mother employ all those years ago, Rory metaphorically closed his eyes, took a deep cleansing breath, and searched his system for the taint of the hellhound poison. He chastised himself for not thinking of it sooner. In less than a second, he had eyes on the nasty, little, oily blobs that resembled misshapen spiders invading his system. He watched them stretch and divide, multiplying exponentially right in front of his eyes.
Oh no, bastards. Not today.
A quick prayer to the Heavens and to his mother, whom he knew always had his back, and Rory was reciting the words his mother had spoken to the dragon’s mate so very many years ago.
Elders of Olde, Healers of the Clan, the Goddess of Light and the Universe who gives life to us all. Rid me of this evil taint. Use the almighty light of the love of your faithful servant to make me whole once again. I offer my life and my sword in service to all those both great and small who’ve gone before. It is with the reverence of the Ancients I humbly ask for your favor.
He repeated the words several times before waiting patiently to feel the effects of the healing. Focusing on the beat of his heart, Rory prayed harder than ever before as he listened to his friends and family planning to invade their enemy’s land to rescue his mate. He focused on the tiny trespassers in his bloodstream who continued to multiply and divide, consuming more and more of his life’s blood and tissue.
After almost an hour of waiting and praying with no results, Rory had all but given up. His prayer hadn’t worked. Fate or Destiny or the Universe or maybe all of them combined had deemed him unworthy. He was surely being called to the Heavens. His Hail Mary pass had been fumbled. He’d given it all he had and had come up short.
Disgusted by himself for wallowing in self-pity but unable to stop his downward spiral, Rory focused on the planning session going on around him. Everyone was preparing to rescue Claire just so she could save him . The longer he listened, the deeper into despair he sank. They all thought it would be soon enough but Rory knew differently. Yelling at his dragon was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind and even that had lost its appeal. All he could do was watch the ever-growing mass of malevolent poison devour him from the inside out.
Lenn’s voice roused him from his pity party. “If we blow the transformer here, here, and here, not only will the electric fences go down but it will leave the entire compound in darkness. From the look of the generators in the plans the griffins filed with the city, we have twenty seconds before their emergency lighting is on, a full minute until they are completely operational again.” The mad bomber, as they’d called Lennox since childhood and the invention of firecrackers, sounded excited at the prospect of yet again blowing something up.
“Can you keep the explosions small?” Rian asked.
“Sure. I’ll take the big power station at the rear of the complex. Brann can take the one by the front gate, and Dec, the one by the lake. It’ll be no more than a pop. The griffins won’t know what hit ‘em.” Rory knew Lenn was smiling ear to ear, which made him grin.
“As soon as the power is off, I’ll cut the fence. Juan Carlos, the panthers, and I will go in here.” Rory heard Kell hit the table before continuing. “We all
Silence fell over the room as Niall’s words trailed off as his footsteps indicated he was quickly leaving the room. Rory could feel the deep contemplation everyone around him was in and used the quiet time to calm his vitals. Taking another deep breath, he remembered a time when his mother, an accomplished healer in her own right, had helped a Guardsman’s mate who’d been bitten by a water moccasin.
Using the same technique he’d watched his mother employ all those years ago, Rory metaphorically closed his eyes, took a deep cleansing breath, and searched his system for the taint of the hellhound poison. He chastised himself for not thinking of it sooner. In less than a second, he had eyes on the nasty, little, oily blobs that resembled misshapen spiders invading his system. He watched them stretch and divide, multiplying exponentially right in front of his eyes.
Oh no, bastards. Not today.
A quick prayer to the Heavens and to his mother, whom he knew always had his back, and Rory was reciting the words his mother had spoken to the dragon’s mate so very many years ago.
Elders of Olde, Healers of the Clan, the Goddess of Light and the Universe who gives life to us all. Rid me of this evil taint. Use the almighty light of the love of your faithful servant to make me whole once again. I offer my life and my sword in service to all those both great and small who’ve gone before. It is with the reverence of the Ancients I humbly ask for your favor.
He repeated the words several times before waiting patiently to feel the effects of the healing. Focusing on the beat of his heart, Rory prayed harder than ever before as he listened to his friends and family planning to invade their enemy’s land to rescue his mate. He focused on the tiny trespassers in his bloodstream who continued to multiply and divide, consuming more and more of his life’s blood and tissue.
After almost an hour of waiting and praying with no results, Rory had all but given up. His prayer hadn’t worked. Fate or Destiny or the Universe or maybe all of them combined had deemed him unworthy. He was surely being called to the Heavens. His Hail Mary pass had been fumbled. He’d given it all he had and had come up short.
Disgusted by himself for wallowing in self-pity but unable to stop his downward spiral, Rory focused on the planning session going on around him. Everyone was preparing to rescue Claire just so she could save him . The longer he listened, the deeper into despair he sank. They all thought it would be soon enough but Rory knew differently. Yelling at his dragon was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind and even that had lost its appeal. All he could do was watch the ever-growing mass of malevolent poison devour him from the inside out.
Lenn’s voice roused him from his pity party. “If we blow the transformer here, here, and here, not only will the electric fences go down but it will leave the entire compound in darkness. From the look of the generators in the plans the griffins filed with the city, we have twenty seconds before their emergency lighting is on, a full minute until they are completely operational again.” The mad bomber, as they’d called Lennox since childhood and the invention of firecrackers, sounded excited at the prospect of yet again blowing something up.
“Can you keep the explosions small?” Rian asked.
“Sure. I’ll take the big power station at the rear of the complex. Brann can take the one by the front gate, and Dec, the one by the lake. It’ll be no more than a pop. The griffins won’t know what hit ‘em.” Rory knew Lenn was smiling ear to ear, which made him grin.
“As soon as the power is off, I’ll cut the fence. Juan Carlos, the panthers, and I will go in here.” Rory heard Kell hit the table before continuing. “We all
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