Page 11 of Her Warrior Dragon
“Oh?”
Feno and Jodos shared a quick look. Vander wasn’t worried. He knew she was just as crazy about him as he was her. There was no rush. They could take their time. He had certain matters to take care of first, and then she would be his.
“She’s a human. She’s not accustomed to our ways. We have plenty of time. Once we destroy Gamair, there will be nothing standing in my way of claiming her.”
“Sounds like a good plan.” Feno nodded and relaxed against the couch.
A dragon always protected their mate to the death. His beast was ready to prepare the castle for her arrival, and it had to be perfect for her. Everything that he possessed would be hers. Over his long life, he had collected precious jewels, priceless artworks, and more money than any human could possibly need.
It would all be hers.
“After you went down, I followed him going north, toward Canada,” Jodos began.
Vander knew Gamair loved to hide in the remote mountainous regions of the northern country. There were many dense areas of the country that were favorites of many dragons, due to the remote locations and low human populations.
“And while you were playing the helpless patient in the hospital, I spoke to a few of the farmers from the village,” Feno advised.
“How are they?” Vander leaned forward. It was because of the destruction of Gamair that these people were displaced and had to start over.
“They’re shaken up, but they’re resilient. They’re prepared to rebuild their community.”
“Whatever they need, we will supply,” Vander volunteered. They would help the peaceful human community rebuild and prosper. “Whatever the cost.”
* * *
“What are you doing today?” Angela asked as they left the break room.
Unfortunately, Faye had to return to reality. Her weekend with Vander had been amazing, but she couldn’t stay in bed with the dragon shifter forever. Reality waited for her when she returned home. She had bills to pay and a life to lead.
Memories of him walking her to her door burst forth. The kiss that he’d given her left her knees weak. He made her promise that he could see her again, but there was no need to even think on it. Her immediate answer was yes.
Of course she wanted to see him again.
His pendent weighed heavy against her chest; it fit snug beneath her scrub top. He insisted that she never remove it. As beautiful as it was, she had no problem keeping that promise.
“My couch is calling me.” She laughed, thinking that she had barely gotten any sleep, thanks to Vander. Today, when she got off work, she would be catching up on some much-needed sleep. She was still running off adrenaline and her excitement. “My blanket and the couch will be my best friend as soon as I get home.”
The operator’s voice broke through the intercom, announcing a trauma was on the way to the hospital. They both took off jogging back toward the emergency department. Faye wasn’t happy that someone’s life was in danger, but it looked as if the rest of the shift would fly by for her. A few more hours, and she would be homebound.
The medics met them in the bay area with the latest trauma patient. Working a coding patient was second nature to Faye. In their town, the hospital stayed busy, and she had enough experience with the acutely ill patients. The team worked tirelessly on the motor vehicle accident victim, but unfortunately, the man did not survive.
Losing a patient was never easy for Faye, but she believed if it was a person’s time to go, no amount of human intervention would change that.
“I’m going out for a breather,” Faye announced. She spun on her heel and left from the room. She just needed to clear her mind from the past hour. The patient was young, and they had worked on him for a long time in hopes that they would be able to bring him back, but they were unsuccessful.
“I’m coming with you,” Teresa announced and followed behind Faye. “I need a fucking smoke after that.”
“Sure,” Faye muttered. She walked down the hallways of the hospital that led to the back.
She had wanted a few minutes by herself, just to clear her mind. The sound of his wife’s tortured scream echoed through her head, when the physician had informed her that her husband didn’t make it.
“Wow, look at those stars,” Teresa exclaimed.
They exited the hospital. The smoke hut was set away from the building, giving employees and visitors a place to smoke. It reminded her of a bus stop, only those sitting inside were waiting for their next nicotine fix.
“It is beautiful.” Faye stared at the clear dark sky. Not a cloud was in sight, just the twinkle of stars lining the beautiful canvas of night. “Hey, I’m going to sit over here,” she motioned to a bench outside the hut. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke and didn’t want to chance it getting on her while her friend lit up.
She plopped down on the bench and breathed a sigh of relief. The faint tinge of cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Teresa sat quietly, enjoying her nicotine fix.
