The Fate of Her Dragon Read Online Free PDF

woods. For the first time
since all this had started, Alicia really felt like she might not be as crazy
as a bed bug.
    Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to
save the assassin we go!

 
    Chapter Four
    It took almost two hours and
four more times through her story to get everyone on the same page and headed
out the door to save Drago. For some silly reason, Alicia had thought once
Rayne was on board everyone else would be on board too, but boy oh, boy, had
she been wrong. They’d all needed to hear her story for themselves. By the time
the witches and dragons were marching the path she’d followed so many times it
almost seemed surreal. Never in a million years would Alicia have guessed that
she wasn’t really losing her mind but finding her…well… a man that meant a lot
to her.
    Nope, can’t string those
words together. Maybe later, just not yet.
    She knew she was being silly.
Sooner rather than later, if everything went as planned, Alicia would be face
to face with Drago. It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that he would
demand she acknowledge their connection, but for right now, she had a little
time and dammit, she was going to take it. Lost in thought, she ran right into
Rory’s—the leader of the Blue Thunder Guardsmen—back. Looking over his
shoulder, he grinned. “Not much sleep lately, huh?”
    Deciding it was easier to
just answer than get mad, Alicia shook her head. “Nope, not much at all.”
    “Do you have any idea what
we’re walking into? I mean I know you and your family have some serious magical
mojo, so does it feel like anything you’ve dealt with before?”
    “If you’re asking if it feels
like Cleland and his crew then the answer is no. It’s most definitely black
magic but nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
    “Give the girl a rest, Rory.
She’s had a rough couple of weeks and has to stay on her toes. This place is
damn near glowing with dirty magic. It still amazes me that I haven’t felt it
before.” Kyra shrugged. “Guess my mind’s been on Mom. At first I thought she
was just out gallivanting but now I’m worried.”
    “We’ll find her mo chroi’ ,
you know we will,” her mate Royce answered, coming up behind her. “Calysta’s a
tough old bird. Wherever she is, she knows we’re looking. It’ll be over soon. I
can feel it my bones.”
    Kyra and Rory laughed in
unison but it was Lance, another member of Rayne’s Force, who was the first to
comment. “And them are some real old bones,” he joked in his best good old boy
accent. “Heavens know they have the wisdom.”
    Everyone howled, even Alicia,
although every step they got closer to the cave she grew a little more anxious.
She and her family had always been around black magic and had fought it at
every turn, but Kyra was right, the stuff they were walking into was old, like
really old… ancient . There was something just not quite right about it,
too. Something the young witch had mentioned to both her mother and the
incredibly strong daughter of the Grand Priestess, Kyra. Alicia couldn’t put
her finger on it but it was weird. It made the hair on the back of her neck
stand on end.
    Creepy shit—and Drago has
been immersed in it for a hundred years.
    Rayne repeatedly asked about
his uncle as they made their way through the woods. Alicia told him everything
she could but hated to admit that she’d argued with Drago more than she had assessed
his condition. It was one of things worrying her as they started up the
mountain to the cliffs. The Assassin had sounded so weak when he’d spoken to
her while she was back at the lair. At first, she’d blamed it on distance, but
that didn’t feel right. She’d called to him to let him know they were headed
his way almost twenty minutes ago and had yet to receive a response. Every few
minutes, she would say his name or ask if he was there, but their connection
remained silent. She knew he still lived because she could feel him… everywhere.
As soon as the thought crossed her