“Can’t. I’m locked in here.”
“Maddor—”
“It’s all right,” he said, stopping Falcyn. “I’m used to it. Take the stone and help as many as you can with it. If Morgen uses that to release Mordred, all hell will descend on the world again. As bad as I hate her, I hate that little prick more.” He handed Falcyn a small, round amulet that was engraved with a dragon.
“What’s this?”
“Key to the portal. With that, you can leave this realm.”
Falcyn clenched it in his hand. “I will return for you. I swear it. And I will demand Morgen’s head if she argues.”
He smiled sadly. “I won’t hold my breath. But it’s nice to have someone finally offer.” And with that, he opened a portal. “Think of your home and it’ll guide you to it.”
Simi stepped forward to hug Maddor. “You a good dragon-man. The Simi will help them dragons get you free! That a promise. And the Simi never breaks her word.”
“Thanks, Simi.”
Falcyn waited until the women went through before he jerked Maddor into his arms. “I love you, Maddor.”
Xyn would be proud of him. He hadn’t choked on the words at all.
As expected, Maddor didn’t repeat them. He merely pounded him on the back, then shoved him through the portal.
Hard.
But as he was sucked through the dimensions, he heard his son’s faint voice. “Love you, too, you worthless bastard.”
Falcyn wanted to return to his son, but it was too late. The vortex sucked him straight to Sanctuary. Back to the room on the third floor where all preternatural creatures were drawn to because of the shields here that the bear family had put up to ensure no human would accidentally be exposed to their supernatural powers.
Colt Theodorakopolus stood up as soon as he saw Falcyn entering. Tall and dark-haired, the were-bear Sentinel was a regular on staff who worked as a bouncer and played guitar for the house band, The Howlers.
“Ah, it’s you.” Disinterested, Colt sat back down and returned to his e-reader.
Falcyn grimaced at him. “Where’s Medea?”
He jerked his chin toward the door and reached for his beer. “She headed off to see Max as soon as she came through.”
That thought caused his stomach to shrink. What in the world could she possibly want with his brother?
Unless…
Ah, shit. He knew that answer without asking.
A bad feeling went through him. He could only think of one reason Medea would seek out Max.
Terrified by the mere thought of the shit she would start, he teleported to Max’s attic room to find Medea tangling with Max’s Amazon wife, Seraphina.
Yeah, just what he’d figured.
“Hey!” He grabbed Medea straight up in his arms and pulled her away. She kicked her legs in the air, but strangely didn’t kick at him.
When Sera started forward, Max grabbed her to keep her from reengaging in the fight. “Thank the gods you’re here.”
With Medea still thrashing in his arms, Falcyn growled at his brother. “What’s going on?”
Titian-haired and Rubenesque, Sera gestured at Medea. “She went to attack Max!”
Falcyn arched a brow at Medea. “Seriously?”
