Read Online Mating the Dragon (Dragon Ruins Book 6) by Rinelle Grey - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Rinelle Grey
Ads: Link
to come?” Gretchen asked.
“I’d love to,” Mary said immediately. “Though I’m not sure I can do much to help. So these dragons breathe fire, you said?”
“Taurian and Jayrian throw fire,” Gretchen corrected. “The Trima dragons throw lightning.” She gave a shudder.
Karla had been trying to ignore that. The one flaw in her plan was the fact that they had no way to protect themselves against the Trima dragon’s lightning power. If they could get a bolt off before they started shooting, then this could all fall apart.
“How about gum boots?” Aunt Mary asked.
Karla and Gretchen stared at her. “Gum boots?” Karla repeated. She’d heard that rubber soled shoes could help protect against electricity, but surely not lightning.
“Yes, gumboots,” Aunt Mary said impatiently. “Rubber boots help insulate you against the electricity, because there’s no path to the ground. I read about them saving a lady who was hit by lightning in the UK. She was completely unharmed.”
“Really?” Karla said doubtfully. It seemed like a long shot. “Maybe that would work against a small shock, but the lightning these dragons are throwing is pretty powerful.”
“As powerful as actual lightning?” Aunt Mary asked. “There are lots of stories of people surviving against incredible odds. I think it’s worth a try. It can’t hurt, can it?”
Karla shrugged. “I suppose it can’t.”
Really, she had no idea how dragon lightning worked. Did it work like the lightning in a storm? Was it the same sort of power? She knew nothing about it.
“I wonder if it would be attracted to a lightning rod?” Aunt Mary said thoughtfully.
“We’re going to be in the middle of the outback. There’s no lightning rods,” Karla pointed out.
Aunt Mary looked thoughtful. “How about the cars? If we attached something to them, maybe we could deflect at least some of the lighting.”
Karla was pretty sure that a single rod wouldn’t make any difference to the dragon’s lightning, but it did give her an idea.
She pulled out her phone, and dialled Chase’s number.
Chapter 8
As Taurian had predicted, Ultrima was more than happy to join them in the mating games. Taurian lined up next to him, and three other dragons, keeping his eye on the line scratched in the sand on the other side of the clearing.
He had to win this.
And not just for his own satisfaction. If he could win at least some of the games, it would give his clan heart. And it just might embarrass the Trima clan enough to make them leave.
Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
Taurian bit back a sigh. He refused to let himself think about the fact that he could see no way out of this situation alive. That wouldn’t help him win.
“Prepare yourselves,” Mesrian called out.
Taurian crouched low. The first leg of the race would be slow, on his human legs, but time here was just as important as in the next stage. Every little bit counted.
“Go!” Mesrian shouted.
Taurian took off, straining to run as fast as he could. He focused on the finish line, not allowing himself to look to either side to see how his competitors were doing.
It was hard to miss though, as Ultrima pulled in front of him. First just a little bit, but by the time they hit the line scratched in the sand, he was a full dragon length in front of Taurian.
But Ultrima hadn’t even finished removing his clothes, deliberately carefully, before Taurian crossed the line.
Taurian tore his clothes off, not caring if they were damaged, and leapt into the sky just a wing beat behind Ultrima.
He could hear his clan cheering him on as he flew back towards the lair. His breath burned in his lungs, but he didn’t allow himself to slow. He needed to beat Ultrima.
He had to.
Unfortunately, need was not enough. He could match the other dragon’s speed, but not exceed it. He crossed the finish line only a wing span behind the lightning dragon, but the distance was irrelevant. He’d
“I’d love to,” Mary said immediately. “Though I’m not sure I can do much to help. So these dragons breathe fire, you said?”
“Taurian and Jayrian throw fire,” Gretchen corrected. “The Trima dragons throw lightning.” She gave a shudder.
Karla had been trying to ignore that. The one flaw in her plan was the fact that they had no way to protect themselves against the Trima dragon’s lightning power. If they could get a bolt off before they started shooting, then this could all fall apart.
“How about gum boots?” Aunt Mary asked.
Karla and Gretchen stared at her. “Gum boots?” Karla repeated. She’d heard that rubber soled shoes could help protect against electricity, but surely not lightning.
“Yes, gumboots,” Aunt Mary said impatiently. “Rubber boots help insulate you against the electricity, because there’s no path to the ground. I read about them saving a lady who was hit by lightning in the UK. She was completely unharmed.”
“Really?” Karla said doubtfully. It seemed like a long shot. “Maybe that would work against a small shock, but the lightning these dragons are throwing is pretty powerful.”
“As powerful as actual lightning?” Aunt Mary asked. “There are lots of stories of people surviving against incredible odds. I think it’s worth a try. It can’t hurt, can it?”
Karla shrugged. “I suppose it can’t.”
Really, she had no idea how dragon lightning worked. Did it work like the lightning in a storm? Was it the same sort of power? She knew nothing about it.
“I wonder if it would be attracted to a lightning rod?” Aunt Mary said thoughtfully.
“We’re going to be in the middle of the outback. There’s no lightning rods,” Karla pointed out.
Aunt Mary looked thoughtful. “How about the cars? If we attached something to them, maybe we could deflect at least some of the lighting.”
Karla was pretty sure that a single rod wouldn’t make any difference to the dragon’s lightning, but it did give her an idea.
She pulled out her phone, and dialled Chase’s number.
Chapter 8
As Taurian had predicted, Ultrima was more than happy to join them in the mating games. Taurian lined up next to him, and three other dragons, keeping his eye on the line scratched in the sand on the other side of the clearing.
He had to win this.
And not just for his own satisfaction. If he could win at least some of the games, it would give his clan heart. And it just might embarrass the Trima clan enough to make them leave.
Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
Taurian bit back a sigh. He refused to let himself think about the fact that he could see no way out of this situation alive. That wouldn’t help him win.
“Prepare yourselves,” Mesrian called out.
Taurian crouched low. The first leg of the race would be slow, on his human legs, but time here was just as important as in the next stage. Every little bit counted.
“Go!” Mesrian shouted.
Taurian took off, straining to run as fast as he could. He focused on the finish line, not allowing himself to look to either side to see how his competitors were doing.
It was hard to miss though, as Ultrima pulled in front of him. First just a little bit, but by the time they hit the line scratched in the sand, he was a full dragon length in front of Taurian.
But Ultrima hadn’t even finished removing his clothes, deliberately carefully, before Taurian crossed the line.
Taurian tore his clothes off, not caring if they were damaged, and leapt into the sky just a wing beat behind Ultrima.
He could hear his clan cheering him on as he flew back towards the lair. His breath burned in his lungs, but he didn’t allow himself to slow. He needed to beat Ultrima.
He had to.
Unfortunately, need was not enough. He could match the other dragon’s speed, but not exceed it. He crossed the finish line only a wing span behind the lightning dragon, but the distance was irrelevant. He’d
Similar Books
