This time, it was not a prison.
It was a weapon.
And it was theirs.
The Guild was blind.
But dragons saw everything.
Vector’s eyes flared molten red, his vision shifting?—
And suddenly, the fog was no longer fog.
He saw heat.
Life-force energy.
The shining, pulsing cores of living beings flickered all around him, every human below outlined in luminous, golden-red light—every heartbeat visible, every breath a bright ember in the darkness.
Where is she?!Vector’s demand thundered through the group’s telepathic link, raw and desperate.
Alrik’s reply was calm, absolute, whispered to the wind. The words might as well have been shouted to his dragon’s perfect ears. “Find her yourself. Your magic is still inside her. Use it.”
Of course. Fuck.He was out of control. Not thinking clearly. She was his. His dragonfire had marked her. Vector dove, his dragon’s senses stretching?—
And there?—
A scent. A whisper of feminine power. Heat. Obsession and need clawed through dragon’s body followed immediately by fury that these idiot humans haddaredtake what belonged to him. His mate. Dragon sent his magic out into the night. The response was faint, buried beneath gunpowder and human sweat and blood—but there.Raven.
His dragon locked onto it.
Mine.
The moment he crashed through the garden-level window, the world shattered.
Stone exploded outward.
The buildingshook, glass and steelraining downas hismassive body tore through the barrierlike it was paper.
He was inside.
And he wasnot alone.
Two men.
Guild operatives.
Their faces flashed with terror as a twenty-foot scarlet and ruby dragon emerged from the dust and wreckage, green eyes blazing with internal flames.
With death.
One of them reached for his gun.
Vector exhaled.
Fire.
Amassive, scorching torrent of red flameerupted from his maw,swallowing both men whole.
