Page 43 of Dragon His Heels
He wore a black T-shirt, plastered to his body, outlining muscles much larger than they were eight years ago.
He’s definitely not taking his own drugs.
Neither are the ones with him, Gabe’s dragon pointed out.
Eight years ago, while Gabe and a few friends had been enjoying the Mardi Gras festivities, he had hit on a female dragon from the Rojo colony. This guy had apparently considered her his property, even though she insisted they weren’t dating. Even so, Gabe had been willing to walk away; there were plenty of other females to flirt with at the citywide, weeks-long party.
And then the Rojo dragon had backhanded her, like it was her fault Gabe had approached her. Gabe attacked him before the woman even fell to the pavement, beating him until he cried mercy, and then making him swear never to touch the woman again.
Surely he wasn’t here for revenge, after all this time. How the hell had he found Gabe, anyway? It wasn’t like he left a calling card. They hadn’t even exchanged names, let alone dragon colonies, before the altercation. The only reason Gabe had known he was Rojo was because the woman had told him so.
Finally, the group reached him, stopping maybe twenty feet away. They stood in formation, seemingly oblivious to the rain pouring down on them, the wind whipping at their clothing, the lightning flashing across the sky, the accompanying thunder greeting them a few seconds later. They were wholly focused on Gabe, standing on the schoolhouse steps.
“Gentlemen,” Gabe said, not believing for one hot second any of these guys could actually live up to that title.
“I remember you,” the leader said. He assumed the guy was the leader, given the way he stood in the middle, slightly in front of everyone else.
Gabe didn’t acknowledge his comment. “What can I do for you?”
“You have something of mine.”
He came all this way for Jasmine? Was it because he considered her part of his colony, or something else? Why would he travel to the other side of the country for an addict?
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Gabe called out.
“My daughter.”
