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mates.”
Lester put a hand to his stomach as he realised how dire his situation really was.
“I know. I just wish I could protect you better.”
Mick let out an irritated sigh. “ You protect me and I protect you and we’ll be fine. I promise you.”
Lester put an arm around his mate and prayed that he was right. Because now that he had taken Mick as his mate, there truly was no way they could survive without each other. It just wasn’t in a dragon’s makeup. They would grow weak and die without each other. So there would be no running away to save Mick from the danger.
Besides, Lester was done running away from his problems. If he’d learnt anything, it was that it never solved anything. It only made things worse. No, he would stay and face this problem head-on, with his mate and family by his side.
“So now what do we do?” Lester asked Brian.
“First, we go home and get cleaned up and then we see if this scrying bowl works. If it does, then we start going out one by one and rescuing our dragon brethren.”
They got back into the vehicles, Lester wincing a bit, because the shift hadn’t healed the worst of the Harpy bites and scratches.
Mick ran a soothing hand over his back. “Don’t worry, now that you have shifted, your enhanced dragon healing will make the remaining injuries go away sooner.”
“They burn like hell. I don’t even want to think what kind of crap those nails had under them.”
Mick gave him a kind smile. “Probably not. I saw the carcasses of their kills. They were pretty nasty-looking.”
Lester let out a shudder. And now all that gunk was under his skin, festering away. Sure, he might have a dragon’s healing ability, but he still had a nurse’s training and it was screaming at him to grab the Bactine and start scrubbing away.
The drive home seemed to take even longer than before, and by the time they got there, it was dark. Lester was starved, tired and aching all over. He leaned on Mick for support as they got out and made their way up to the mansion…oops, farmhouse.
Somehow, Lester managed to make it up the stairs and into the kitchen. A couple of the dragons who worked as makeshift medics cut away his shirt and began to wash the wounds on his back. Meanwhile, two others cooked up a meal for everybody.
The only thing that stopped Lester from dropping his head on the table and falling asleep on the spot was the stinging sensation of them cleaning out his wounds. One of the medics, a calm, quiet, younger dragon by the name of Alex, kept muttering words of apology. That still didn’t stop him from scrubbing the hell out of Lester’s skin, though. Lester just gritted his teeth and took it. As a nurse, he knew it was a necessary evil. They had to make sure that no infection remained behind.
When they got to his wrist, that was the worst part. Mick had to hold his hand through that one. Lester prayed through the entire painful process that the Harpy who had done that damage was among the ones that he’d personally fried. It was the least he could do to pay her back for all the hurt she was causing him.
Across the table from him, Trent was receiving the same treatment. Lester had to hand it to the guy. He was taking it just as stoically. He never uttered a word of complaint, although going by the way the sweat beaded up on his forehead, he was in a world of hurt too.
Finally, the cleaning and bandaging was over and the food was brought over to the table. They all descended on it like a starving horde. It wasn’t much, just a stew with some bread, but it was the best meal that Lester had ever eaten.
Once they were finished, Lester asked Brian. “Now what?”
Locking gazes with Lester, Brian replied, “Now, we see if it was all worth it. We’re going to give that scrying bowl a try.”
Chapter Eight
After Trent had given Lester a new incantation to memorise, this one much shorter, they all met back down in the library. Several of the dragons were
Lester put a hand to his stomach as he realised how dire his situation really was.
“I know. I just wish I could protect you better.”
Mick let out an irritated sigh. “ You protect me and I protect you and we’ll be fine. I promise you.”
Lester put an arm around his mate and prayed that he was right. Because now that he had taken Mick as his mate, there truly was no way they could survive without each other. It just wasn’t in a dragon’s makeup. They would grow weak and die without each other. So there would be no running away to save Mick from the danger.
Besides, Lester was done running away from his problems. If he’d learnt anything, it was that it never solved anything. It only made things worse. No, he would stay and face this problem head-on, with his mate and family by his side.
“So now what do we do?” Lester asked Brian.
“First, we go home and get cleaned up and then we see if this scrying bowl works. If it does, then we start going out one by one and rescuing our dragon brethren.”
They got back into the vehicles, Lester wincing a bit, because the shift hadn’t healed the worst of the Harpy bites and scratches.
Mick ran a soothing hand over his back. “Don’t worry, now that you have shifted, your enhanced dragon healing will make the remaining injuries go away sooner.”
“They burn like hell. I don’t even want to think what kind of crap those nails had under them.”
Mick gave him a kind smile. “Probably not. I saw the carcasses of their kills. They were pretty nasty-looking.”
Lester let out a shudder. And now all that gunk was under his skin, festering away. Sure, he might have a dragon’s healing ability, but he still had a nurse’s training and it was screaming at him to grab the Bactine and start scrubbing away.
The drive home seemed to take even longer than before, and by the time they got there, it was dark. Lester was starved, tired and aching all over. He leaned on Mick for support as they got out and made their way up to the mansion…oops, farmhouse.
Somehow, Lester managed to make it up the stairs and into the kitchen. A couple of the dragons who worked as makeshift medics cut away his shirt and began to wash the wounds on his back. Meanwhile, two others cooked up a meal for everybody.
The only thing that stopped Lester from dropping his head on the table and falling asleep on the spot was the stinging sensation of them cleaning out his wounds. One of the medics, a calm, quiet, younger dragon by the name of Alex, kept muttering words of apology. That still didn’t stop him from scrubbing the hell out of Lester’s skin, though. Lester just gritted his teeth and took it. As a nurse, he knew it was a necessary evil. They had to make sure that no infection remained behind.
When they got to his wrist, that was the worst part. Mick had to hold his hand through that one. Lester prayed through the entire painful process that the Harpy who had done that damage was among the ones that he’d personally fried. It was the least he could do to pay her back for all the hurt she was causing him.
Across the table from him, Trent was receiving the same treatment. Lester had to hand it to the guy. He was taking it just as stoically. He never uttered a word of complaint, although going by the way the sweat beaded up on his forehead, he was in a world of hurt too.
Finally, the cleaning and bandaging was over and the food was brought over to the table. They all descended on it like a starving horde. It wasn’t much, just a stew with some bread, but it was the best meal that Lester had ever eaten.
Once they were finished, Lester asked Brian. “Now what?”
Locking gazes with Lester, Brian replied, “Now, we see if it was all worth it. We’re going to give that scrying bowl a try.”
Chapter Eight
After Trent had given Lester a new incantation to memorise, this one much shorter, they all met back down in the library. Several of the dragons were
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