stronger.
When the time comes, I’ll do that. For now, stop with the bloody roaring. You’re acting like a two-year-old who didn’t get the sweets he wanted at the shop.
His dragon huffed. I’ll give you ten minutes of peace. If you don’t use me by then, I’ll find a way out of this prison.
Bram could just make out a door at the end of the tunnel. He quickly instructed his beast, Wait for my signal.
Slamming up the partition in his mind again, Bram stopped in front of the new door and put his ear against the cool, metal surface. He could hear more than a few pairs of footsteps on the other side as well as the shuffling of equipment and muffled shouts. Chances were the hunters knew the tunnel had been breached.
Good. If they were occupied with Bram and his team, they wouldn’t notice the other dragons’ approach.
He conjured up Evie’s dark blue eyes and red hair. Using her face to focus, Bram shoved against the door, but the metal didn’t give. Unable to shift, he’d brought along a gun. Taking it out, he flicked off the safety and shot the lock three times. With another shove against the door, it gave way and he burst into a giant room of chaos.
People were running about, picking up supplies. On the far side of the room, a large group of human men and women dressed in black formed a protective circle around a smaller group of humans in white lab coats. Before he could try to guess what they were moving, the white coats escaped the room via the exit on the far side.
It was then his eyes fell on the green, unmoving dragon in the corner. The restraints and tubes told him what had been done to Charlie, and his inner dragon howled with grief.
The female Protector was dead.
Bram growled. The grief and sadness would have to wait. More than just about anyone, Charlie would understand the need to focus on saving the living before grieving for the dead. Channeling some of his inner dragon’s anger, Bram gave the signal and rushed toward the twenty or so black-clad humans still inside the large room.
It was time to give Kai the distraction he needed to save the others. Bram refused to believe Evie, Nikki, or Murray were also dead. No, if he had any say, no more of his clan members would die in this building at the hands of the hunters.
~~~
Evie had been abandoned to the dilapidated conference room for about twenty minutes. There was a guard outside her door, so escape wasn’t an option.
After a quick check of the room and not finding any real faults, she sat down. Rather than processing everything she had seen in the last half-hour, the silence had brought back memories of the dying green dragon. A dragon who was most likely dead.
First, human sacrifices had died because of her. After today, a dragon’s death would also be on her head.
For someone who had joined the DDA in hopes of protecting life, Evie saw more death than she liked. Even though she’d saved more lives than not, it was still difficult to digest.
Only remembering what she told Bram, about how she survived the two human sacrifices, helped with her guilt about the dragon. She would analyze what had caused the dragon’s death later and find a way to prevent it from happening again. Evie refused to believe this old building full of dragon hunters and scientists would be her final resting place. Somehow, some way, she’d escape and find help.
The door opened behind her. The sound sharpened her focus, although it took everything she had not to ask what had taken so bloody long.
She turned to see a male dragon-shifter in human form swagger into the room. The dragonman’s hair was longer and he sported a short beard, but there was no mistaking the eyes, the tattoo, or the slightly crooked nose of Neil Westhaven.
Instead of screaming “murderous traitor,” Evie merely raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you want?”
The dragonman flipped around one of the chairs and sat with the back facing his front. “I’m guessing by
When the time comes, I’ll do that. For now, stop with the bloody roaring. You’re acting like a two-year-old who didn’t get the sweets he wanted at the shop.
His dragon huffed. I’ll give you ten minutes of peace. If you don’t use me by then, I’ll find a way out of this prison.
Bram could just make out a door at the end of the tunnel. He quickly instructed his beast, Wait for my signal.
Slamming up the partition in his mind again, Bram stopped in front of the new door and put his ear against the cool, metal surface. He could hear more than a few pairs of footsteps on the other side as well as the shuffling of equipment and muffled shouts. Chances were the hunters knew the tunnel had been breached.
Good. If they were occupied with Bram and his team, they wouldn’t notice the other dragons’ approach.
He conjured up Evie’s dark blue eyes and red hair. Using her face to focus, Bram shoved against the door, but the metal didn’t give. Unable to shift, he’d brought along a gun. Taking it out, he flicked off the safety and shot the lock three times. With another shove against the door, it gave way and he burst into a giant room of chaos.
People were running about, picking up supplies. On the far side of the room, a large group of human men and women dressed in black formed a protective circle around a smaller group of humans in white lab coats. Before he could try to guess what they were moving, the white coats escaped the room via the exit on the far side.
It was then his eyes fell on the green, unmoving dragon in the corner. The restraints and tubes told him what had been done to Charlie, and his inner dragon howled with grief.
The female Protector was dead.
Bram growled. The grief and sadness would have to wait. More than just about anyone, Charlie would understand the need to focus on saving the living before grieving for the dead. Channeling some of his inner dragon’s anger, Bram gave the signal and rushed toward the twenty or so black-clad humans still inside the large room.
It was time to give Kai the distraction he needed to save the others. Bram refused to believe Evie, Nikki, or Murray were also dead. No, if he had any say, no more of his clan members would die in this building at the hands of the hunters.
~~~
Evie had been abandoned to the dilapidated conference room for about twenty minutes. There was a guard outside her door, so escape wasn’t an option.
After a quick check of the room and not finding any real faults, she sat down. Rather than processing everything she had seen in the last half-hour, the silence had brought back memories of the dying green dragon. A dragon who was most likely dead.
First, human sacrifices had died because of her. After today, a dragon’s death would also be on her head.
For someone who had joined the DDA in hopes of protecting life, Evie saw more death than she liked. Even though she’d saved more lives than not, it was still difficult to digest.
Only remembering what she told Bram, about how she survived the two human sacrifices, helped with her guilt about the dragon. She would analyze what had caused the dragon’s death later and find a way to prevent it from happening again. Evie refused to believe this old building full of dragon hunters and scientists would be her final resting place. Somehow, some way, she’d escape and find help.
The door opened behind her. The sound sharpened her focus, although it took everything she had not to ask what had taken so bloody long.
She turned to see a male dragon-shifter in human form swagger into the room. The dragonman’s hair was longer and he sported a short beard, but there was no mistaking the eyes, the tattoo, or the slightly crooked nose of Neil Westhaven.
Instead of screaming “murderous traitor,” Evie merely raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you want?”
The dragonman flipped around one of the chairs and sat with the back facing his front. “I’m guessing by
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