Dragon Fever: A Dark Kings Novella Read Online Free PDF

the other side of the story ever stopped her from doing her job.
    No matter what she’d seen in Asher’s eyes tonight, she wasn’t going to stop. The world needed to know about the Dragon Kings and how dangerous they were with their abilities and immortality.
     

Chapter Four
    Asher exited the car amid a flash of clicks from cameras as well as reporters doing their best to holler questions the loudest in the hopes he might answer.
    “Is it true you’re a dragon?” one reporter asked.
    Another yelled, “Shift for us.”
    They had no idea how much he wanted to do just that, if for no other reason than to get everyone out of his face. Instead, he put on a serene expression, buttoned his jacket and gave a nod to a few spectators lined up along the entrance as he walked in.
    Once inside the centre, there was no time to relax. Ms. Engel was right on his heels, directing where he was headed and giving him names of those he would be meeting.
    He stopped outside of the closed doors of the room.
    “Is something wrong, sir?” Ms. Engel asked.
    “For one, my name is Asher, not sir.”
    She held up a finger to stop him. “Mr. Constantine also tried to tell me the same thing. I work for Dreagan and whoever represents the company at the WWC. While here, you’ll always be ‘sir.’”
    Asher could accept that. Blossom was beginning to grow on him. She might be a miniature drill sergeant, but she was damn good at her job. No wonder Con used her year after year.
    He drew in a breath and released it as he looked behind them. “Is it always so…” He waved his hand around, looking for the right word.
    “Crazy? Insane? Nearly fanatical?”
    He nodded. “Yes.”
    “Only when Dreagan is here.” Ms. Engel put the cap on her pen. “Before TVL, everyone just wanted a glimpse of those who were a part of Dreagan and get a taste of the whisky. After TVL, well, now they want to see what might happen.”
    “TVL?” he asked, sorting through all sorts of words she might mean.
    “The Video Leak.”
    “Ah.” Well, that made sense. He turned his attention to her. “Did you see the video?”
    “Of course.”
    When she said nothing further, he asked, “What did you think?”
    “It doesn’t matter, sir.”
    With that prim British accent, he could almost hear a smile in her words. “You think it’s true.”
    She gave a shrug, suddenly refusing to speak. Then Ms. Engel cleared her throat. “Nathan Jones will be the older gentleman with the hideous black glasses. Calvin Harris will be the overweight one, and Richard Glass will be the one who looks like he just graduated from university.”
    “Thank you, Ms. Engel.”
    “Oh, and they’re from America, sir,” she said when he went to open the door.
    He gave a nod and walked inside.
    The day went by in a blur. Asher was ushered from one meeting to another, from potential sellers to distributors. Everyone wanted a piece of Dreagan, and with it being the best-selling Scotch on the market for over a hundred years, he understood why.
    He walked from his latest meeting, handing a report to Ms. Engel as he did.
    “You’re five minutes late to your next event, sir.”
    He saw a bathroom and turned toward it.
    “Sir,” Ms. Engel began.
    Stopping, he faced her. “Unless you want me to take a piss in a jug while I listen to the next group, then you’ll give me a minute to take care of business.”
    “Of course,” she hurried to say, clearly embarrassed.
    He turned to go into the restroom when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A woman with black hair pulled atop her head had her back to him.
    There was something in the way she held her neck that gave him pause. When he saw the thumb ring on her right hand, he immediately thought of Rae.
    And that brought a smile to his face.
    He couldn’t wait until that evening when he hoped to see the enigmatic, beautiful Rae once more. She might wear the latest expensive fashions, but the woman had a serious mind for