I gritted my teeth as Kiema's eyes slid closed once again. I needed to see her, feel her, hold her myself. To know that my mate would be okay. I clenched my fists at my side. Ransom was curled above her, scenting her, touching her. As the machines hooked up to Kiema settled into a steady, normal rhythm, Ransom reached out and collared the tall red headed man who was attempting to get away. Pushing the stranger in front of him, Ransom indicated for all of us to leave the room. "Just outside the doors, Saint. We'll keep an eye on her."I pushed the need to get in his face, to stake my claim on her, to the back of my mind. She wasn't only mine. I ground my teeth together so hard a spear of pain slid from my jaw to my temple. Ransom released the intruder. "Explain yourself Lukas. And fast.""Wait. This is Lukas?" Xander asked. Ransom nodded. Without so much as another breath, Xander laid into Lukas like he was a championship fighter in the ring. All of us stood around
I rushed back into the room that held Lukas. Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I yanked him to follow me. He groaned as he clutched at his stomach. Stumbling behind me, I half carried him out to the hallway."Touch him." I pointed at Asher's bear. Lukas leaned down, another pained groan flowing from his mouth, and touched Asher without another word. Awful rips and groans, tears and screams emerged from my rapidly changing brother. Xander woke at the first tearing sound. He pushed back as far as possible, a horrified look on his face. "What the fuck is happening to Asher?""I think Saint has some questions for him that he didn't want to wait for answers over the implant," Taryk said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. I snarled at the man behind me. Asher lay naked, panting and retching on the cold concrete floor of the lab. "The fuck, Saint?" he said between dry heaves."Explain yourself, Asher." I could feel myself going cold. That place inside me that held not my
Oh, there was green everywhere, but it was Saint, not the landscape. His dark brown eyes were a shimmering yellow green gold in here. The dark brown was still evident, but nearer the center surrounding the pupils. The shape of his eye was still the round, almond shape I was familiar with. The pupil, though...that was elongated.Saint laughed, the sound big enough to rattle my bones. "I'm not a dragon in here, honey. Are you sure you're feeling okay?""I'm feeling great, Saint. Why do you ask?"One of his reptilian eyes squinted at me. "Because you look like some kind of spirit goddess of old. Your hair is a rainbow of colors until it darkens into black at the ends. And let's not forget, you think I'm a dragon."I looked down at myself. Just regular old Kiema, golden bronze skin, black hair. I looked back up at him. He towered over me in his dragon form. "You're saying I don't look how you remember me?"He shook his head, the movement of his new snout caused a breeze to shi
"How long have they been like this?" I snapped at Lukas. "At least twenty minutes. I thought he'd let go." He held his hands up in defense. "I put my hands back on both of them. Nothing was happening, so I took my hands off." He dusted them twice, raised them in the air. "Atlas. We've got a situation," I called down the mental line. "What's wrong, Ransom? We're brainstorming how to get Kiema's magic back." He sounded pissed as he pushed through the doors to the infirmary. "I came in after I saw Lukas acting weird. Turns out Saint touched her without Lukas nulling her magic.""Fuck." He rushed to the far side of the exam table. Pushing Lukas out of the way, he read the printout of the machine hooked up to Kiema. "Wait." I looked up. Atlas' brow was scrunched. "What's wrong?""Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She should be awake. All of her vitals are normal, her temperature. Her O2 count. Her skin and lips look full and plump." He reached out. "Wait." Lukas jumped forw
"What can we do to help, Atlas?" I asked. The fear that wanted to push through my skin was held back by the thinnest wall of willpower. I couldn't lose her, not without her unleashing my magic. "We need an open clear space that's sheltered. I was going to use our first floor, but if the Kolefnis are here, that's not going to work." Atlas pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's another empty warehouse about a block down. They have at least thirty-foot ceilings," Xander said. Atlas nodded. "Yes. Now. Lead the way, Xan."Xander pushed by me. He looked towards our building, waited a couple seconds, then began to move up the street to the north. "How'd you find this building, Xan?" I asked as I helped steer the exam table. The divots and seams in the concrete were playing hell with the casters."Just wandering around one night." I nodded. Xander's nocturnal activities didn't faze me anymore. He was an adult."Fuck this thing is loud. I hope Ransom can keep his paren
I could feel her near me. My mate. My heart. My soul. She was here in this physical realm. I turned from side to side. Where was she? I snarled at the man in front of me. His bright red hair a beacon for my ire. I spit a stream of fire in his direction. He launched himself to the side avoiding the spray. He wasn't holding her. He was no longer interesting to me. I turned to the right. A man with white hair stood before me. Something about him called to the inner parts of me. I didn't have time for this. I needed my mate. I spit fire at him as I turned again.There she was. My heart lifted inside my chest. She was bracketed by two men. Two men who were trying to keep her from me. I dropped down to all four feet. They would cease to exist after I saved my mate. They dared to stop us. Dared to come between us. I've been waiting millennia for her, and they thought to keep us apart. Silly humans. I stalked forward two steps. Stretching the smallest bit, I lowered my head at
"Hey, honey," I said. "Saint? Is it really you?" She laughed, the sound a little shaky. "Of course, it's you. You have your eyes again. Are you okay?" She reached out, laid a hand on my snout. "I'm okay. I don't know about Ten, but he and I will work that part out together.""If he can heal her magic, we will need both of you," Atlas said. He looked a little pale under his laboratory tan. "We can talk about it later. Where're Ransom and Asher?""Talking with Claude and Charlotte," Taryk answered. I nodded. Well, I tried. My head was resting on the ground. "I see." I turned to Lukas. "So, I'm guessing you took your hands off her at some point, yes? After I got sucked in?"The man looked like he was trying not to cry. He nodded. "Well, when I'm back in my human form, remind me to punch you the fuck out," I said calmly. I took another breath. This time my voice was hard. "Ten and I hurt her on the spirit plane, you fucking asshole. Hurt her," I growled the last two
I wrapped my arms around Kiema. For the first time in almost two weeks I felt my insides unclench. Even my animals were calm. She was safe in my arms. One problem down, one huge ass dragon to go. "Are you going to change back?" I asked Saint. He shook his mammoth head. "I'm not sure how to do that. And Ten is being a bit of bitch. He says that until you unhand his Mate, he's not helping us do anything."A low snarl rose up my throat. Kiema rubbed her hand over my abs. "It's fine, Ransom. Think of Tenny as a foreign exchange student. He's ancient and from Earth. He's not really up on today's norms. Especially this group's." She chuckled the last bit, a twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at me. "How does Earth have dragons?"Saint launched into the history of Ten. The long, boring history. Just as my eyes were glazing over, Saint's eyes went from their familiar brown to an eerie yellow golden green with vertical slits. "Human, if you do not give me and Saint th