Page 26 of Her Warrior Dragon
“How did he get her?” he demanded and walked down the hall, Farta trailing behind him. The castle was in an unusual uproar. “What is going on?” he asked, suddenly noting the frantic nature of a few servants running up the stairs to the upper level of the castle.
“It’s Dalma, sir,” Farta informed him softly.
Vander stood at the bottom of the stairs. The pit of his stomach gave way at the tone of Farta’s voice.
“What’s wrong with Dalma?” he asked, turning to his head servant.
“She was with Ms. Adams when Gamair came. They were out in the gardens to allow Ms. Adams some fresh air, and you know Dalma, sir. She was introducing her to the family statues.”
Vander glanced up at the stairs of the castle. He knew Dalma loved his family so and had fallen in love with Faye immediately, just as he had. He climbed the stairs two at a time. Before going after Gamair, he needed to check on the woman who was like a second mother to him.
He quickly made his way to her suite and watched a few females rush into her room. He stood at the door, unsure of what he would find once he entered. Knowing Dalma as well as he did, he knew that if Gamair had taken Faye in her presence, she would have shifted and gone after them.
He pushed the door open and paused. She came into view. She lay still on the bed, and one of the females adjusted the pillows beneath her head. The other fussed over the blankets.
A growl resonated deep in his chest at the sight of Dalma. Bruises covered her body, and he knew instantly what had happened.
Flashes of his fall came to mind, and he knew she’d experienced the same as he had when Gamair had hit him with his energy.
He forced himself to go into the room. The servants bowed their heads and moved to the corner. He approached Dalma’s bed. Her chest rose in a slow, steady rhythm, showing that she was in a deep healing sleep. Her dragon would repair all the damage from her fall. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a few of her graying strands of hair from her face.
He leaned forward and placed a kiss to the middle of her forehead.
“He will pay for what he has done to you,” Vander vowed. He knew she wouldn’t hear him, but it was something he had to put out in the universe.
Gamair may have signed his death warrant before for attacking the villagers and going after his mate. But now, the fiery pits of Hell would never do. He would send the Death Lord to the place beneath Hell.
“How is she?” Feno’s low growl broke through the silent air.
“She’s in a healing stasis,” Vander announced, looking up at the door.
His brother’s fierce gaze met his, and his face displayed the same emotion that rumbled deep within his chest.
Rage.
They would avenge the villagers and Dalma and take back his mate.
“From what Farta said, he has a couple of hours on us,” Feno disclosed.
Vander stood and made his way to the door. They stood outside the door to allow the servants to tend to Dalma.
“He has her,” Vander growled. His dragon slammed against his chest, demanding to be let out again. It was ready to seek revenge against the Death Lord. The warrior in him knew they would fight to the death to protect Faye.
“We will find them and bring her back,” Feno assured him.
“If he’s harmed one hair on her head—” Vander stopped and looked away. He couldn’t verbalize it. If Faye were harmed, he would go crazy. His dragon would lose his mind.
“We’ll get your back, little brother. Nothing will happen to your mate. Gamair is playing a sick game.”
“I will end the sick fuck’s game.” Vander stalked toward the stairs.
“We need to come up with a plan. We can’t just rush off. He’s going to expect us to show up.” Feno stormed up behind Vander.
“Well, let me not disappoint him,” Vander snapped.
They reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Stop!” Feno commanded. Grabbing him by the arm, he swung him around to face him.
