“Yes.”
“Do we know what region on Drakonia they came from?”
“Ranier says there are mixed regions represented in the group of about twenty-three. He’s going to deliver them here to Dragoon. I’ll have the rest of the leaders meet with the group and let each member of the group decide where they would like to live.”
“If it’s only twenty-three, we could take them all ourselves and leave out the other leaders from the decision,” Drake told him.
“Well, here’s the real issue, one of the males is from Zocor’s region. Arena would have a fit if she did not get to meet one of her people and ensure his well-being.”
Drake growled. “Arena’s coming? Maybe I should send Emily and Wyatt to Florida with her father, just until the Queen is gone.”
Arena had wanted to adopt Wyatt, Drake’s dragonlet. Wyatt was a child bred between a human and Drakonian. The circumstance of the breeding was the worst situation possible, and the child’s mother died at childbirth. Drake had found the dragonlet and he and his mate Emily had adopted the child as their own, despite Arena’s efforts to try to claim him. Drakonians had been having trouble breeding over the past few decades so every child born out of a Drakonian breeding situation was rare and precious.
“No need, Arena will be on her best behavior,” Reichardt reassured him. “I need you to set up security around the ranch. Gema and the rest of the females are getting supplies in each of the unused cabins.”
“You’re not going to have the new group move into the big ranch house?”
“No, from the intel Ranier gathered, they lived in caverns and were secluded. I thought the cabins would be the best option for them. They will have their own space but are close enough to one another to feel safe.”
Drake nodded. “I’ll get security detail set up in that location but I’ll make sure the warriors keep their distance. How long before the Zyon arrives?”
“A couple of weeks yet. We’ve got a little time but not much. Make sure that Markus is kept busy as well. If what I suspect about Peter and Lania is true, he will need a distraction.”
“Will do, my King.”
“Stop calling me king!” Reichardt said with frustration.
Drake chuckled, ignoring his outburst.
