Time to Swallow

Rideten, Present Time

Rhett tilted his head back and squinted into the dark sky. He could just make out the outline of Heath and Samuel overhead. A distant glint might or might not be Aislen and Ember. Shit they were high if it was them. It made him queasy just to think of it. When they’d decided who would be flown in and who would enter on foot, it hadn’t even been a question that he was going in on foot.

He hoped the dragons didn’t drop his mates.

He refocused on the job ahead of him. He was crouched in the trees of the landscaping around the Van Helsings’ headquarters. Although they gave the impression of vigilance in their guards and patrols, it was all show. The soldiers were sloppy, their attention more on their phones than the streets.

The Van Helsings had been in Rideten for weeks, and with the community support, they were the dangerous ones, not the ones that needed to fear, so the vigilance had relaxed into routine, and the soldiers were doing the minimal.

Good for him, Rhet