Page 42 of Sass Me

Thank the First Dragon. Jakob would help him find Fleur.

They stalked toward the demon dragons, who were back to back and surrounded.

“She is my true mate.”

Jakob took his eyes off the prize and glanced over at Steele. One of the demon dragons attacked and without taking his eyes off Steele, speared it through the heart with the spikes on his tail.

“Your true mate?”

Steele nodded. Jakob understood.

“Ciara will be pleased to hear that. You must bring her to Prague as soon as you can. The demon dragons have her?”

The fact that Jakob invited Steele to his home, was honor enough, but that he simply assumed they would get Fleur back so he could bring her to meet the Wyvern’s true mate too, gave Steele the hope he needed.

“I believe so. We were battling a one. Different from the others. Bigger, smarter.

“Strange. We need to find out where it took her, and why.”

The final demon dragon screeched. The blue dragon had its legs trapped in hunks of ice. The reds, one of them Daxton, moved in for the kill.

“Hold,” Jakob called out to the others.

The older red glared at him, but held its dragon fire in. Steele had never seen a red do that.

“You’d better have a good reason why I can’t destroy this thing right now, little brother.”

The thunder of the red’s alpha of all alpha’s voice rang through all their minds. The big red must be Match Czervony, the red Wyvern. Dax really had called in the big guns.

“They have Steele’s true mate.”

Every one of the dragons in the circle stared at Steele. Each were awed in their own way. Steele was still in awe himself that the First Dragon had gifted him with a true mate.

Match nodded. “All the more reason.”

Time for Steele to step up. “We can interrogate it to find out where they’ve taken her.”

The gold dragon shook his head. “Good luck with that. We’d be better off killing it now and searching on our own.”

The same alpha tone came through in the golden dragon who had to be Cage Gylden. Jesus, that made three Wyverns.

Steele had been in hundreds of battles with the demon dragons and had received plenty of back-up and reinforcements from all the dragon warrior wyrs, but never had he seen three of the four Wyverns together in the same place in response to a call for help.

He stared over at the blue dragon. Could it be?

Humor danced in the dragon’s bright blue eyes and it nodded at him. Yep. Ky Puru, the blue dragon Wyvern was here. Something more than a battle with some demon dragons and a wolf mating was going on here.

Steele would think about that later. If the most powerful dragon warriors in the world were here to help him get Fleur back, he’d take it and be grateful.

Jakob circled the demon dragon, not giving it a chance to move, much less escape. “Give Steele a chance to learn what he can. Then you’ll get to have your way with it.”

Match stepped back to stand next to Daxton and waved Steele forward. “Do your worst, young green.”

Steele’s instinct was to scare the demon dung out of this dragon-like beast with pain or torture. How he would love to take it apart piece by piece for all the pain and suffering it had inflicted on the world. On him.

His claws itched to get to slice into the scales, extract what he needed to know. But, that wouldn’t get him anywhere. No amount of physical pain would phase something that had been spawned to do the same to humans, dragons, wolves, or any other living being.

He needed to be smart, like Fleur. Do something it wouldn’t expect, like when she’d surrounded him with the vines in the bathroom. She’d gotten what she wanted even though Steele could have easily broken through. She’d made him want to give in to her wishes.

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