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“I’m still waiting for another magical blowjob. I’m beginning to think you drew me into this arrangement with promises you aren’t able to keep.”
“Not all dark magic is sexual, Gwil.”
“I’m sure you could find more examples.” Gwil laughed. “Maybe if I look, I’ll find them.”
“Don’t make it your main requirement, we need to move a dragon, not make your balls tingle.”
“All I’m saying is there’s no reason why we can’t combine the two.”
Gwil left giggling, and Hyax supposed it wouldn’t hurt for them to have a happy ending of their own from the spells. He stood in front of the mirror over the fireplace. He’d warned Simon he’d be in touch, but that didn’t mean Simon would be available at his beck and call, and he might have to leave a message.
He distorted the mirror’s surface, sending the call out to Simon, and he was relieved to see his face appear.
“Hyax, I’ve been expecting to hear from you.”
“What do you know about dragons?”
“Specific ones or one in general? There’s a dragon I’d like to gut, but I doubt he’s who you’ve called about.”
Dorian wasn’t the problem dragon. Or rather, he wasn’t Hyax’s problem dragon. “We’ve discovered something a bit bigger than an annoying Hollywood actor hibernating under a department store in London. If it wakes, it’d take a large chunk of the city with it.”
Simon wrinkled his nose. “Sounds like you’re describing a Rex. Have you really found one that escaped extinction?”
Hyax was amazed at how matter-of-fact Simon sounded. “Most probably a Rex, but we’ve been given information that theRexes aren’t extinct, just relocated. To a place beyond the elf meadowlands.”
Simon scoffed. “I think we might have noticed. There are myths that the dragons stole lands from the elves, but those have never been substantiated.”
“There’s a fairy tale for every eventuality, but in this case in the intel is from a wyvern, and I’m inclined to believe them. Or at least believe they think it’s real. Perhaps it’s a space between the realms.”
“Ah, now I know why you contacted me. But I shift magic between the realms, balancing their streams. I don’t linger and have no real presence in that junction.”
“I wasn’t thinking we’d be going for a long weekend, more depositing the scaly beast via a portal and closing it behind us.”
“I think Gwil’s sense of humour is rubbing off on you.” Simon raised an eyebrow. “But you do realise moving a dragon will need an enormous amount of energy, and we’d need to have a location to send it to. Can’t just drop it into a portal and hope for the best.”
“I’m not an idiot. Why do you think I’m contacting you? Although I’m not sure even we have enough power reserves to deal with this on our own, and as loathed as I am to admit it, we might need to involve the Warlocks.”
Simon snorted. “Good gods, no. While I know a couple of warlocks who I like, even respect, most of them are excitable spell slingers who cause more harm than help.”
Hyax’s opinion wasn’t much different, but it didn’t change the fact that a king dragon was a big fuck-off creature and he would need help to shift it to somewhere safe. “Who else could I approach for assistance?”
“Actually, I’ve someone in mind who could potentially help with the removal and the location. Give me a day or two and I’ll see if I can arrange a meeting.”
“Who?”
Simon tapped the side of his nose. “If I get their agreement to help, you’ll know soon enough.”
“Twat!”
Simon laughed and blew him a kiss. “I’ll be in touch, Hyax. Dragon or no dragon, you picked up the tab the last time we went out, I want to return the favour.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
They were in limbo. Hyax had contacted Simon, but they were waiting to hear about a mysterious third person who would have enough juice to help move a dragon. Gwil decided he would follow up on the lust potion incident, and Hyax had plans back in the fae realm that he offered Gwil the chance to attend, but he had declined because he could.
He was searching through the files he’d been sent around the different incidents, pulling up the details of those who’d been impacted, when he saw an email from a Katherine Chauncer entitled,Finished Sketchespop up. He opened it.
Dear Gwil,
