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    Lucan dove for Meda as she fell. He caught her in his arms, terror stuttering his heart though he knew she’d just fainted. His body vibrated in response to having her so close without his armor between them. Her warmth seeped into him and spiked his arousal. God, he’d missed her. Having her in his arms, having her this close, was pure bliss.
    He carried her to the couch as a staccato beat sounded on the front door of his chambers. He knew who it was. Because of the close mental connection shared between wingscion, or scion as the Dragons often called their fighting partners, Maksim Genjhury knew Lucan needed his aid. Just as his scion fought by side by side in battle, Maks would help Lucan in this challenge. He was closer to Lucan than Lucan’s own brothers, and Lucan knew he could trust Maks with his life and the lives of those he loved.
    Maks, he silently called. Come in.
    The dark-haired Dragon entered, in his human form and still wearing the business casual clothing he’d worn to the conference that had kept him from joining Lucan in Meda’s retrieval.
    “I think she’s fainted,” Lucan commented, the back of his hand testing the warmth of her forehead.
    Maks squatted beside him. His hand hovered six-inches over Meda as he skimmed the length of her body and scanned her injuries via Dragon magic. Each of the race had their own special abilities. Maks’ were medical while Lucan had dreams—useless dreams.
    “She’s just in shock and has a nasty burn. Nothing life-threatening,” Maks confirmed. “ I’ll have her right as rain in no time.” He carefully moved aside the edges of Meda’s torn sleeve to visually examine the wound. “What happened here? Looks like a Djinn attack.”
    “Exactly.” Lucan looked away, sickened with anger at the sight of the scorched skin.
    “You took care of it?”
    He nodded. “Dead.”
    “It’s a good thing you went when you did. I’m sorry I had to be at that healers’ enclave. Bad timing. I should have been with you.”
    “You would have if you’d known.” Lucan shuddered at what could have happened. Meda would be dead if he hadn’t gone when he had. Then the Cruentus Dragons would have gone on a full-out offensive against the Djinn—and heaven help that race if that ever happened. Overall, despite their cunning and audacity, the Djinn were the weaker party. The Dragons knew they had superiority in magic and brute strength. Aware they could wipe out the Djinn, many of whom were innocents caught in their leaders’ political agendas, the Dragons worked secretly to overcome the Djinns without full-out battle.
    But Lucan was part of his clan’s ruling family. The death of his mate would mean retribution—retribution and obliteration.
    “Riven is the one who urged Janos to finally tell me her location, to step up the timeframe, I suppose. His sources revealed the Djinn were tracking her, but Riven didn’t think they’d actually found her yet.” Lucan looked down at Meda. Her complexion was so pale, and dark circles marked the skin beneath her eyes. A halo of thick, blonde hair flared out around her head.
    “Was your trip successful?” he asked absently, more taken with Meda than his friend’s work.
    “It was informative,” Maks said. “I got supplies. Learned a few new tricks, too. Nothing of use here—Meda’s wound is pretty basic. Why don’t you move her to your bed while I get my things?”
    Lucan gathered her close when they were alone. His lips grazed her temple as he rocked her gently in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, wishing she’d wake, wishing they didn’t have so much between them, wishing he could tell her everything had been a bad dream four years ago and today. Despite his hopes, he realized there was no way she’d easily forgive him for their separation. Saints…when he thought about that four years, his gut twisted. She could have married. She could have been killed