“Standard treatment…for humans…is plenty of water to hydrate and a course of pain reliever medicine for the jackhammers working overtime in their head. However, dragons react differently…”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, until the alcohol is out of his system, Fionn will be snorting small bursts of flames from his nose caused by the headache he’ll definitely wake up with. The best thing you can do is take him some place that’s fireproof…and dark. Considering his size, it shouldn’t take more than eight hours.”
“Eight hours after he got drunk or…?” asked Hunter.
“After he wakes up. His body metabolizes alcohol very slowly…is this the first time it’s happened?” Mac asked.
“Yeah, as far as I know. Why?”
“It might take longer.”
“Fucking great! Anything I can do to help it along?” asked Hunter.
“Not really…it might help if he’s near some gold.”
“We can go to his hoard…I can bury him in gold if that will make the pain go away faster,” Hunter said.
“That should help…Fionn’s dragon draws strength when surrounded by gold,” replied Mac.
“Will do and…thanks, Mac.”
“Oh, and a piece of advice: ignore anything your mate says. His dragon’s anger at the pain causes the flames and Fionn will be embarrassed, so he might take it out on you.”
“Gotcha. How’s Quin?”
“Happy…spending a lot of time with Theo, Norm and Kieran.”
“Good,” said Hunter.
“Call me if there are any problems,” Mac advised.
“Promise…bye.”
Ending the call, Hunter groaned, swearing to himself his mate would never have too much to drink again. Thinking it best if Fionn was already at his hoard—buried in gold up to his neck—before he woke up, Hunter decided to leave as soon as possible, but first, there was one more call to make.
Punching in his cousin’s number, Hunter’s mind was already on what he should pack for their trip when Jackson answered.
“Hey, I didn’t expect to hear from you today,” Jackson said. “Isn’t it past your bedtime there?”
“Har, har,” Hunter replied. “It is but since I’m going to be incommunicado tomorrow, I thought you’d appreciate me calling tonight…but if you’re too busy…”
“Not at all. Actually, I’m glad you did because I wanted to run a couple of things past you,” Jackson said.
“Sure,” Hunter said. “Oracle showed up this morning and met with Carson and Remy…who didn’t object to me and Fionn sitting in on their meeting.”
“And what happened?”
“Well, Remy is the Keeper of All Magic and Ruler of the Mystic Realm and Carson is the Mystic Guardian.” Only silence greeted Hunter’s announcement, so finally, he asked, “Jackie? Jackie, did you hear me?”
Finally, Jackson said, “Yeah, I did…fuck!”
“I know…right? I have to say cousin, it’s a doozy. Fionn had to push my mouth shut when Oracle knelt down in front of Remy…”
“She did what?”
“When Carson introduced his mate to Oracle, she immediately knelt down and greeted him with these titles. Afterward, Oracle explained Remy’s power came from the gods…I’m telling you it was really some wild shit.”
