arousal rose. Just as he was about to
tell Kayne to get lost and go to his mate, his little witch whispered, “Later, mo ghra’,” and cut their connection.
“If I didn’t love her so much, I would…” Maddox grumbled
under his breath, stopping short when he realized Kayne could hear every word.
The demi god chuckled, “Your mate sure is one of a kind. No
doubt she was made just for you.” He sighed and looked out over the landscape
as he took a drink of coffee and then added, “You’re one lucky dragon, my
friend.”
Maddox immediately felt sorry for his old friend. It wasn’t
something he did very often. For the most part, the mad dragon minded his own
business and expected others to do the same, but in this case, he could see
that Kayne longed for a mate. Wanted that someone special, created just for
him, to spend the rest of eternity alongside.
“Your mate will show up soon. No worries.” Maddox fumbled
through the only encouraging words he could think of and quickly added, “Let’s
call this old SOB and break the news.”
Giving Maddox a knowing smile, Kayne nodded and said, “Do
the honors, ya’ grumpy old cuss.”
As they both chuckled, Maddox called, “Drago, you there?”
“I’m here. What the hell are you doing calling me? I thought
you were still honeymooning. Congratulations by the way. How’s mated life
treating you?” The Dragon Guard Commander was known as the Assassin, named
because there wasn’t a wizard or hunter alive that could outrun, outwit, or
outfight him and his Force, known as The Enforcers. It was a fact that when
they set their sights on an enemy, that enemy was as good as dead.
“Yeah, well, as usual, our boy here screwed that up,
too,” Kayne snickered.
“Shut the hell up, Kayne,” Maddox growled. “Thanks,
it’s going good but that’s not why we called.”
“Didn’t figure it was but I thought I’d try the polite
route to start. Alicia says my people skills leave a lot to be desired,” Drago snorted and the mad dragon had to smile. The Assassin’s mate was also a
witch and a sweet girl but much younger than her dragon. The age difference had
to be difficult to understand from both sides, but especially for the young
witch. Not a one of the older Guardsmen had much in the way of people skills,
especially the ones who’d been locked away by dark wizards or hunters in one
way or another for a century. They were from a rougher, more fight-or-be-killed
time, and old habits were proving to be hard to change.
“Yeah, well, it’s just us, so cut the crap,” Maddox
grumbled.
Kayne barked with laughter, “As you can see, Calysta’s
attempts at reforming our resident old bastard are not working.”
Drago chuckled in response . “Don’t let ‘em change you,
Doxie. The lads and I always loved you just the way you were – grumpy and
growling.”
Maddox cringed at the use of his old nickname and even more
so at the gleam in Kayne’s eyes. The demi god had apparently forgotten about
the moniker but now that it was renewed in his mind, the mad dragon could only
hope his old friend kept his mouth shut.
Oh, yeah, right, like that’s gonna happen…
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks,” Maddox pressed on. “Anyway,
the reason for the call is that we ran into a nasty customer a couple of months
back. A real asshole who was torturing shifters of all kinds. I’ll let Kayne
explain the technical shit to you.”
The mad dragon nodded to the demi god and sat back while
Kayne explained Tariq O’Baoill’s heinous operation and what they’d found there.
It was still difficult to hear the details and took all Maddox’s control not to
become enraged all over again. Not that getting pissed would do any good until
they found Adam and Eve, but he felt useless just sitting on his patio talking
about what needed to be done instead of taking action.
Kayne wound up his explanation with, “And we blew the
place up, but as usual, there were still some surprises. I’ll
tell Kayne to get lost and go to his mate, his little witch whispered, “Later, mo ghra’,” and cut their connection.
“If I didn’t love her so much, I would…” Maddox grumbled
under his breath, stopping short when he realized Kayne could hear every word.
The demi god chuckled, “Your mate sure is one of a kind. No
doubt she was made just for you.” He sighed and looked out over the landscape
as he took a drink of coffee and then added, “You’re one lucky dragon, my
friend.”
Maddox immediately felt sorry for his old friend. It wasn’t
something he did very often. For the most part, the mad dragon minded his own
business and expected others to do the same, but in this case, he could see
that Kayne longed for a mate. Wanted that someone special, created just for
him, to spend the rest of eternity alongside.
“Your mate will show up soon. No worries.” Maddox fumbled
through the only encouraging words he could think of and quickly added, “Let’s
call this old SOB and break the news.”
Giving Maddox a knowing smile, Kayne nodded and said, “Do
the honors, ya’ grumpy old cuss.”
As they both chuckled, Maddox called, “Drago, you there?”
“I’m here. What the hell are you doing calling me? I thought
you were still honeymooning. Congratulations by the way. How’s mated life
treating you?” The Dragon Guard Commander was known as the Assassin, named
because there wasn’t a wizard or hunter alive that could outrun, outwit, or
outfight him and his Force, known as The Enforcers. It was a fact that when
they set their sights on an enemy, that enemy was as good as dead.
“Yeah, well, as usual, our boy here screwed that up,
too,” Kayne snickered.
“Shut the hell up, Kayne,” Maddox growled. “Thanks,
it’s going good but that’s not why we called.”
“Didn’t figure it was but I thought I’d try the polite
route to start. Alicia says my people skills leave a lot to be desired,” Drago snorted and the mad dragon had to smile. The Assassin’s mate was also a
witch and a sweet girl but much younger than her dragon. The age difference had
to be difficult to understand from both sides, but especially for the young
witch. Not a one of the older Guardsmen had much in the way of people skills,
especially the ones who’d been locked away by dark wizards or hunters in one
way or another for a century. They were from a rougher, more fight-or-be-killed
time, and old habits were proving to be hard to change.
“Yeah, well, it’s just us, so cut the crap,” Maddox
grumbled.
Kayne barked with laughter, “As you can see, Calysta’s
attempts at reforming our resident old bastard are not working.”
Drago chuckled in response . “Don’t let ‘em change you,
Doxie. The lads and I always loved you just the way you were – grumpy and
growling.”
Maddox cringed at the use of his old nickname and even more
so at the gleam in Kayne’s eyes. The demi god had apparently forgotten about
the moniker but now that it was renewed in his mind, the mad dragon could only
hope his old friend kept his mouth shut.
Oh, yeah, right, like that’s gonna happen…
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks,” Maddox pressed on. “Anyway,
the reason for the call is that we ran into a nasty customer a couple of months
back. A real asshole who was torturing shifters of all kinds. I’ll let Kayne
explain the technical shit to you.”
The mad dragon nodded to the demi god and sat back while
Kayne explained Tariq O’Baoill’s heinous operation and what they’d found there.
It was still difficult to hear the details and took all Maddox’s control not to
become enraged all over again. Not that getting pissed would do any good until
they found Adam and Eve, but he felt useless just sitting on his patio talking
about what needed to be done instead of taking action.
Kayne wound up his explanation with, “And we blew the
place up, but as usual, there were still some surprises. I’ll
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