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actually was the serial killer who’d been eating women. Soren would probably do it anyway, but the political repercussions could be highly unpleasant for him. There were still a great many dragons who hated humans, just on general principles. Morgana didn’t want to put her lover in that position unless she had absolutely no choice.
    Fortunately her other option was a Knight of the Round Table; Morgana could definitely call on Kel. Arthur had made the big shape-shifter one of his elite knights after Kel helped save the Magekind from a demonic magic user. And he was literally the Round Table’s biggest big gun. Morgana had an ugly feeling she was going to need him.
    Unfortunately, she soon learned she wasn’t going to get him, at least not right away.
    “Nineva and I are butt-deep in a firefight, Morgana,” Kel informed her via their enchanted iPhones when she reached him minutes later. Somewhere nearby, someone fired what sounded like an AK-47 in a thunderous rolling volley. “Bloody terrorists. Look, can you keep the dragon occupied for a half-hour or so?” Something went
WHOMP
, followed by the sound of debris raining down on the ground. Kel swore. “Nineva, grab that kid before someone shoots her! Morg, if Nineva and I can get these children evacuated, I should be able to come roast the monster for you. Just keep him busy until I get there.”
    Morgana’s heart sank as Kel cut the link, presumably so he could concentrate on rescuing the school full of hostages he and his wife were trying to save.
    Normally, she’d stack her team up against any other three Knights of the Round Table, including Lancelot, Galahad, and Arthur himself. But skilled as they were, leading Percival, Marrok, and Cador against a dragon could well get them all killed. Vampires could take a hell of a lot of damage, but not the kind of injuries inflicted by a fire-breathing lizard the size of Air Force One.
    She’d be damned if she’d put them in that position. Especially not Percival.
    “Morgana, Marrok, where the fuck are you?”
Percival demanded through the mission link.
    “Coming. Where are you?”
    “Alley behind the club. When we caught up with him, we found the bastard had put some kind of spell on two girls. He gated off with them.”
His tone turned grim.
“But before he left, he threatened to eat them.”
    *   *   *
    T he alley between Club Penitent and the deli next door smelled of rotting garbage and cat urine. Something scuttled in the shadows, claws skittering audibly over the sound of late-night traffic rumbling past. The brick walls wore looping lines of spray paint, the efforts of neighborhood taggers marking gang territory.
    Percival watched in frustrated worry as Morgana stood in the center of the spell circle she’d cast in an effort to track the dragon. Normally she would have been able to sense the monster’s destination, but because she hadn’t been present when he’d cast his dimensional gate, she had to do things the hard way.
    Frowning, the knight studied her in the illumination of the alley’s security light. She’d conjured full armor for them all—chain mail and enchanted plate, camouflaged by a spell to make it all look like jeans and T-shirts to mortal passersby. Normally using that much magic wouldn’t faze Morgana, but she looked too pale, and there was a faint line between her winging dark brows that he knew meant she was in pain. Probably a lingering effect from the dragon’s spell blast.
    Percival didn’t like the looks of any of it. His gut told him to abort the mission, but he couldn’t, not with the pair of female hostages.
    In all the centuries he’d known the witch, she’d never let personal shit bother her—not even during her son’s rebellion. Something was sure as hell bothering her now, though. Something beyond the lizard’s attack.
    “I’ve got it,” Morgana said finally. “It doesn’t seem he’s taken the women back to the Dragonlands, though they’re