Calling upon a will forged from centuries of struggle, Ryker pushed the dragon deep and regained his human form. “Where is she?”
“My king, she wished to spend some time in the village. Mist and another are acting as her Guardians.”
Mine!The dragon clawed at Ryker’s insides, demanding freedom to go after her.
His mate.
Dragon flame leaped into his eyes. Ryker felt the burn as Vector stepped back.
“Do not singe the hair off my head. She is perfectly safe.”
Ryker’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he waved a hand down his clothes, changing them with dragon magic from the suit he’d donned to a more casual look. Black slacks. Blue button-down shirt more appropriate for clubbing or an evening out. The golden chains ever-present around his neck. The Elven magic in the necklace might be the only thing powerful enough to keep him from dragging Emily Toure into the night like a beast and making her his.
His dragon clawed, eager to do exactly that, but Ryker was firmly in control now.
Silence, dragon. We will claim her. Tonight.
Ryker’s steel will calmed the dragon as nothing else could. They were in agreement. The female was theirs. Their mate.
Vector stepped forward, looking confused. “What is happening?”
“I am going hunting.”