Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15) Read Online Free PDF Page A

they’d lost not only the
people they were trying to rescue but one of their own. Their victory at
destroying a Wizard Leader had been hollow and grief-ridden on that day.
    Pushing back the memories, trying not to waste what might be
his only opportunity to locate his old friend, Maddox quickly replied, “Yes,
we got him. How many for extraction?”
    “One.”
    Before Maddox could respond, anger and frustration filled
the bond between brethren with a fiery vehemence and Kyran shouted in Gaelic, “Saoire
dom spiorad. Crá dom nach bhfuil níos mó,” before he cut their connection
and completely disappeared .
    The mad dragon searched his mind for any trace of his
reignited connection to his old friend and found the path gone, wiped from
existence as if it had never been. Waiting, he barely took a breath as he
prayed Kayne would holler at him to say the demi god had also heard Kyran. The
three of them had been thick as thieves in their younger days. Maddox knew
Kyran would reach out to Kayne, as well as him. Couldn’t imagine the Phantom
wouldn’t call the demi-god for help, but the longer he waited to hear from
Kayne, the more deafening the silence became. 
    The thought of calling Drago rolled through his mind before
being dismissed. The Assassin would’ve let them know if he’d heard from Kyran.
Besides, both Maddox and Kayne had agreed to let Drago and his mate enjoy their
time away. There was no need to bother them until they either found Kyran or he
raised so much hell that they needed to bring his Commander in to make the hard
calls.
    Rolling the paint over the same strip of wall for at least
the tenth time, Maddox also debated whether he had once and for all lost his
mind. Of course, that was only wishful thinking. Kyran had spoken to
him. There was no denying it and no ignoring it. The dragon they’d all called
the Phantom for his extraordinary way of ‘killing without touching’ was back
and most definitely not in his right mind. Kyran was a hazard to himself and
anyone he deemed a threat. Hell, there were some cases in which he’d been
several miles away when an adversary had simply dropped dead and that was when
he was sane and focused; it was unfathomable what he could do in his present
state.
    At the time, in his gullible youth, Maddox believed Kyran’s
special abilities were a magical gift. Had thanked the Universe for his
friend’s keen skill in battle. Having now experienced the mind-melting screech
the Phantom could blast into anyone’s brain at will, the mad dragon doubted the
‘gift’ part of Kyran’s super power, only sure that he never ever wanted
to experience it again.
    Maddox spent the next week searching for the Phantom without
his mate or anyone else finding out, which had proven easier said than done. He
was out of practice when it came to shielding his thoughts, especially where
Calysta was concerned. He’d never had or been a mate before. Had never known
what it was like to truly share himself – body, mind, and soul – with another.
Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time it was the best feeling in the
world. It was that pesky point-one percent when he was trying to keep secrets
that made him wish for the solitude of his cave.
    If his little witch had asked once she’d asked him twenty
times what was wrong; each time with more intensity and more animation. It was
cute to watch her talk with her hands but only when she was complaining about
someone or something else. During one such ‘interrogation’, she’d sighed so
hard he worried she might just deflate. Maddox was sure she’d test the limits
of their bond to ease her curiosity but was pleasantly surprised when she
didn’t. Through it all, Calysta respected his privacy and trusted him. On one
hand it was a great feeling, on the other, he now wished she’d been nosey.  
    Had to get a witch with a conscience, didn’t I? Gotta
love the Universe’s sense of humor…
      After ten days without a peep from the