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The final dragon was none other than Jakob Zeleny. Seeing his leader imbued him with strength he’d thought he’d lost during the battle.

He’d be able to introduce his mate to his Wyvern, the dragon he trusted above all others to battle by his side, and the only other dragon to have a true mate.

Steele yanked on the black’s leg, pulling him to the ground. “You’re mine now, evil piece of shit.”

He didn’t need the reds to kill this enemy for him. He’d do it to protect Fleur, and to make his Wyvern proud. The First Dragon had gifted him with strength and size, and who knew what else. He’d say thank you very much by ridding the world of another abomination.

The dirt beneath his feet swirled with green leaves and vines. They wound up his legs and filled him with more than the gifts of the First Dragon. They charged his being with love. Fleur was with him, but safe, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Back to hell, you evil spawn.”

“Not today, ignorant little green.” The black dragon slipped from Steele’s grip by transforming back to a human form. It darted through the fire, right toward where Fleur was hiding behind the tree.

“Fleur, run.”

“Ste—” Fleur’s cry cut off mid-word.

Steele pushed his dragon self back inside and ran to the spot where Fleur should have been.

The only thing there was a faint green from where she’d been stolen.

CHAPTER TEN

To Hell in a Handbasket

Fleur was in hell.Maybe literally. It had to be at least a million and a half degrees in here, in the dark. Wherever here was. Hot air burned her lungs with each breath. The wall against her back was some sort of dark craggily rock, hot to the touch, and the place damn well smelled of sulfur. Or demon dragon farts. One or the other.

Where in the world, or underworld, as the case may be, was she?

She tried squinting and then opening her eyes wide to get them to adjust to the darkness. It was like one of those scenes in a horror movie where the screen was totally black, minus the creepy music. Craptastic.

Steele was probably losing his shit right about now. She tried saying his name in her mind, hoping against hope that he was in his dragon form, out looking for her and would hear. “Steele?”

Nothing.

The tiniest of green glows emanated from her neck. The soul shard.

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