let Doxie,” the demi god winked and Maddox thought about punching him in the jaw, but
decided Calysta wouldn’t approve, “tell you what happened next.”
“Okay, it kind of seems as though you lot are building to
something here,” Drago cautiously chuckled.
Taking a deep breath, Maddox decided there was no easy way
to break the news, so he simply blurted out, “We found Kyran.”
“What the hell? Really?” Kayne shouted out loud at the same
time that Drago bellowed, “You what? Is he okay?”
Maddox sat quietly as they peppered him with questions, one
through mindspeak and the other in his face. “You couldn’t have softened the
blow?”
“Where is he?”
“What the hell is the matter with you?”
“Why are you calling me and not him?”
Deciding enough was enough, the mad dragon roared, “SHUT
UP!” Both out loud and directly into the Assassin’s mind. The badgering
stopped. Maddox took a deep breath then stood and began to pace the deck as he
explained, “There’s no easy way to explain all of this, so just listen then
you can lose your bloody mind. Okay, Drago?” He continued to ignore the
dirty looks from Kayne and rubbed his forehead, trying to push back the
headache that was pounding like a base drum in his brain. “Yes, Kyran was
being held and tortured at Tariq’s facility but we didn’t know that. There was
no record of him. The bastards had him hidden and somehow dampened his magic.
Apparently, Lenn’s explosion freed him. He flew out of the burning compound,
took O’Baoill, and that was the last we saw of him.”
Maddox paused and sat back down while Drago asked an
endless stream of questions. “You just let him go? Have you looked for him?
What are you lot doing to find him. We HAVE to find Kyran, he’s one of my lads,
my second. Why would he leave? What aren’t you telling me?”
When the Assassin finally stopped to take a breath, Maddox
was just about to continue when Kayne demanded, “Tell him the rest, Doxie.”
Damn, I wish he’d quit with the ‘Doxie’ shit….
Deciding to ignore the demi god, the mad dragon grumbled, “I
told you to listen before you went off all half-cocked, Drago, there’s a
helluva lot more to this.”
“Like what?” The Assassin challenged .
“Like the fact that those sons of bitches have messed
with his mind and he didn’t even know us. Like the fact that he tried to
scramble mine and Kayne’s brains with that damn screech of his. Like the fact
that he trussed me up like a stuck pig and mumbled like a damn madman for
almost three days.” He was seething, so angry and fed up with all the crap
going on around them and that one of his oldest friends was questioning his
motivation that the mad dragon didn’t realize what he was saying. Still pissed,
he added , “How’s that for the shit that’s been going on around here while
you lay about with your mate on holiday?”
Maddox shot out of his chair, jumped off the deck, and paced
the grounds behind his house. He tried not to trample the flowers and herbs
Calysta had planted but was so angry he really didn’t care. Mumbling to himself
about how much easier it was before he left his mountain, he almost missed the
continued conversation between his friends.
“Ky really got the drop on Maddox?” Drago asked, now
concerned instead of accusatory.
“I wasn’t there but all signs say he did. Maddox was
pretty banged up but that could’ve been from the twin hunters, Tariq’s kids.
Seems like they’re following in dad’s evil footsteps.” Kayne went on to
explain. “And get this, he named them Adam and Eve.”
“Oh shit, that is never a good thing,” the Assassin
groaned.
“No, no it’s not, my friend.” Kayne sighed then went
on. “They’ve got some kind of electronic tracker in Kyran and caught up to
him while he had Maddox tied up. Thankfully, the mad dragon had gotten free.
Seems Doxie’s got tricks we never knew about. It was lucky that Ky was having a
halfway
decided Calysta wouldn’t approve, “tell you what happened next.”
“Okay, it kind of seems as though you lot are building to
something here,” Drago cautiously chuckled.
Taking a deep breath, Maddox decided there was no easy way
to break the news, so he simply blurted out, “We found Kyran.”
“What the hell? Really?” Kayne shouted out loud at the same
time that Drago bellowed, “You what? Is he okay?”
Maddox sat quietly as they peppered him with questions, one
through mindspeak and the other in his face. “You couldn’t have softened the
blow?”
“Where is he?”
“What the hell is the matter with you?”
“Why are you calling me and not him?”
Deciding enough was enough, the mad dragon roared, “SHUT
UP!” Both out loud and directly into the Assassin’s mind. The badgering
stopped. Maddox took a deep breath then stood and began to pace the deck as he
explained, “There’s no easy way to explain all of this, so just listen then
you can lose your bloody mind. Okay, Drago?” He continued to ignore the
dirty looks from Kayne and rubbed his forehead, trying to push back the
headache that was pounding like a base drum in his brain. “Yes, Kyran was
being held and tortured at Tariq’s facility but we didn’t know that. There was
no record of him. The bastards had him hidden and somehow dampened his magic.
Apparently, Lenn’s explosion freed him. He flew out of the burning compound,
took O’Baoill, and that was the last we saw of him.”
Maddox paused and sat back down while Drago asked an
endless stream of questions. “You just let him go? Have you looked for him?
What are you lot doing to find him. We HAVE to find Kyran, he’s one of my lads,
my second. Why would he leave? What aren’t you telling me?”
When the Assassin finally stopped to take a breath, Maddox
was just about to continue when Kayne demanded, “Tell him the rest, Doxie.”
Damn, I wish he’d quit with the ‘Doxie’ shit….
Deciding to ignore the demi god, the mad dragon grumbled, “I
told you to listen before you went off all half-cocked, Drago, there’s a
helluva lot more to this.”
“Like what?” The Assassin challenged .
“Like the fact that those sons of bitches have messed
with his mind and he didn’t even know us. Like the fact that he tried to
scramble mine and Kayne’s brains with that damn screech of his. Like the fact
that he trussed me up like a stuck pig and mumbled like a damn madman for
almost three days.” He was seething, so angry and fed up with all the crap
going on around them and that one of his oldest friends was questioning his
motivation that the mad dragon didn’t realize what he was saying. Still pissed,
he added , “How’s that for the shit that’s been going on around here while
you lay about with your mate on holiday?”
Maddox shot out of his chair, jumped off the deck, and paced
the grounds behind his house. He tried not to trample the flowers and herbs
Calysta had planted but was so angry he really didn’t care. Mumbling to himself
about how much easier it was before he left his mountain, he almost missed the
continued conversation between his friends.
“Ky really got the drop on Maddox?” Drago asked, now
concerned instead of accusatory.
“I wasn’t there but all signs say he did. Maddox was
pretty banged up but that could’ve been from the twin hunters, Tariq’s kids.
Seems like they’re following in dad’s evil footsteps.” Kayne went on to
explain. “And get this, he named them Adam and Eve.”
“Oh shit, that is never a good thing,” the Assassin
groaned.
“No, no it’s not, my friend.” Kayne sighed then went
on. “They’ve got some kind of electronic tracker in Kyran and caught up to
him while he had Maddox tied up. Thankfully, the mad dragon had gotten free.
Seems Doxie’s got tricks we never knew about. It was lucky that Ky was having a
halfway
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