Page 85 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“Dexx?” He blinks again and shakes his scales and wings, hard. There may even be drool.
“Dante,” I growl.
“Where are my nevving psi-grenades?” he says. “I’ve got some killing to do.”
“We need to determine the enemy, Dante,” I respond. “Which means we need the others before we do anything else.”
“I’ll get them,” Dante rasps, his hand thumping over his chest as the other finds the last two remaining psi-grenades on his belt and I get a wave of relief from him.
“Bring the warlords here. We need to show them what we’re up against,” I call after the nevver as he takes to the air, partially shifted.
It seems we’re all in a flux state, and yet we know not who we are fighting, not yet.
But my Scarlett does, and her mouth is drawn into a thin, hard line as she watches Dante leave before her gaze returns to me.
“Drex said only me and the other humans stand in his master’s way,” she says. “I don’t understand what that could mean, but it puts us all in danger, and any Sarkarnii too.”
“Anything which makes clones of Sarkarnii is dangerous.” I glare at the two which are standing completely still, as if something has turned them off.
“Not as dangerous as you think,” Scarlett says. “Drex did say one thing, when he was pretending to be with us not against us, but he mentioned Dalsor was never around when it was time to shift, to be in the mines. Maybe these clones are just of your unshifted form and can’t be anything else.”
I take her hand, bending my knee to my ancestor sent female. “And maybe what themasterwants is for his clones to have all the abilities?”
“We need to find the puppet master to determine what the puppets are,” she says cryptically.
I don’t need to read minds to know what she is thinking, how dangerous this is for her and her unborn sarkarnlings as well as for her friends. It is my duty as a warrior, as a commander, as a Sarkarnii warlord to protect her foremost. To do what I do best. I pull her to me, placing my mouth on hers and wrap my tongue around hers.
It might not be what she needs, but it is what I need, and without her, I am nothing.
SCARLETT
If he wanted to destroy everything, I know Dexx could have. But instead, he did not rip off limbs, nor did he dismiss Dante out of hand.
Instead, despite the snarls and growls, he kept his head.
As he kisses me, I draw strength from him as he said to Dante. The Sarkarnii are a force which have survived almost everything the universe can throw at them. They can survive some mad alien professor who thinks he can control them.
In fact, I’m surprised anyone thinks they can control the Sarkarnii or use them for their own ends. I’ve seen both Dexx and Dante in action, and it’s hard to think of any species less predictable or more chaotic than my dragon boys.
Which begs the question…
“Why?” I ask as Dexx lets me up for air and I’m left gasping in the wake of a kiss which has almost pulled my insides out.
It’s certainly made parts of me damper than before.
“Why?” he echoes.
“Why the Sarkarnii? Why make robot clones of you? What does this…professor…want?”
“Drex will tell us, but I’m not going after him until you are safe and the rest of the warlords join me,” Dexx says. “This ends now, with all of us together.”
His arms are around my waist.
“I’m not leaving you,” I say, because it’s what I feel, regardless of how silly it might seem.
“I would never ask you to,” Dexx rumbles, rubbing his chin over the top of my head and releasing a deep, satisfying purr. “And I can only protect you if you are with me, nor will I ever leave you.”
“What about your shift?” I ask.
