Resurrecting Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 13) by Julia Mills Read Free Book Online Page A

O’Reilly brother had let them address the Leo that way just to see the look on Max’s face. It had been priceless.
    But to hear Max lose his cool took Rory by surprise. He also had to chuckle to himself and admit that it warmed his little heart to know it was all on his account. On the other hand, he felt really bad for Kellan and Juan Carlos as they stammered and stuttered, trying to explain to their respected leaders what had happened.
    Then as if he’d been hit over the head with a two-by-four, the reality of the situation came crashing down around him. They were talking about Claire. The woman coming to save him. The woman he was sure was his mate. He thought it would bother him more when his single days came to an end but the truth of matter was, he was kind of looking forward to meeting her.
    The touch of her mind to his had been life altering. He’d felt things he never thought possible and that was just from the sound of her voice. The memories he’d seen while in her mind confirmed what he somehow knew from first contact; Claire was greatness personified and a force to be reckoned with. Luckily, he was more than ready for the challenge. His only frustration had been the inability to answer her back. The hellhound poison was taking its toll. He was little more than human, his dragon had apparently checked out, and now Claire was lost. Things were definitely going from bad to worse.
    If only the big guy would wake up...
    “There were traces of magic,” Kellan interjected before Rian started on his next rant.
    “They used a concealment spell,” Juan Carlos quickly added, anger apparent in his tone.
    “Magic?” Rian questioned.
    “Witches?” Max asked.
    “No witches that we could scent...” Juan Carlos added before Kellan jumped in with, “There were humans as well as griffins and...” His words trailed off.
    The tension in the room spiked. Panic added to Rory’s rage. He’d never known Kell to hold back. The scarred dragon had always been a straight shooter. He was the one that gave all the gory details no matter what, no matter when, no matter who heard. Just the fact that Rory’s oldest friend was pausing meant they were more than likely FUBAR.
    “Spit it out, dammit!” Rian growled, his fury a living, breathing entity that threatened to explode.
    “There was an accident.” Kell’s gruff voice was barely above a whisper and his Celtic brogue so pronounced Rory could feel the scarred one’s anxiety even without his enhanced senses. “There were skid marks and blood...”
    Rory could feel everyone’s eyes immediately on him. His heart raced. Cold sweat pooled under him. It was worse than he’d imagined. Claire needed him and time was wasting as he lay there helpless. The first time his mate needed him and he was literally as useless as tits on a boar hog. He kicked at his dragon, screamed for him to wake up, raged that their mate needed them, and finally begged the beast to help him fight the poison. He called to the Heavens and the Universe for their aid but still nothing happened.
    “We found her saddlebags in the ditch...”
    Rory roared in his mind, promising anything he could think of and pleading with anyone who would listen.
    “...And her mangled Harley was thrown in the bramble about a hundred yards from that.”
    Holy shit! Wake the hell up you overgrown gecko! Can’t you hear! Our mate is in trouble!
    Juan Carlos picked up where Kellan had left off. “There were three sets of footprints; one griffin, big guy from the size and depth of the prints, and two humans, average build - and the scent of diesel. I’m thinking, and Kellan agrees, that they were planning to load Ms. Featherstone and her motorcycle into a big truck of some sort and take her to their leader, but she surprised them. That woman is hell on wheels. We had a hard time keeping up with her. I’m sure they weren’t prepared for her to fly around the corner.”
    “Thankfully, their plan B was sloppy. They