Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
He’ll get a big head?
“Please, My Treasure. A dragon outranks Zeus every day,” Ardon answered.
Oh, I see. He already has a big head. I noticed that when I was drawing him. It’s a bit out of proportion.
Oldrik fell over in the water, laughing heartily. Yielding to the infectious sound, Skye giggled with happiness. Ardon tried to look offended but gave that up to join his mates’ merriment. Skye rewarded him by swimming over to hug him tightly and rain smooches over his face.
I love this big head. More space to kiss.
“I love you too, Skye. Thank you for finding your way back to Wyvern.”
Ahem! Oldrik cleared his throat.
Skye splashed over to repeat the treatment to Oldrik as well. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, Blueberry.”
Ardon joined them and wrapped his arms around the intertwined couple. Skye felt more at peace with these two dragons than ever before. It boggled her mind that this was what she’d been destined for—a woman who’d never fit with any group at any time in her life. She was perfect for this role.
Chapter 14
New sketchbook in hand, Skye wandered out of Oldrik’s house. When Tierney called after her, she waggled the book at him to signal she was going out to draw. He waved back and gave her a thumbs-up.
Skye craved a few hours in nature. She loved her time with her mates, but sometimes she needed to be alone. Automatically, she headed toward Ardon’s mountain. Walking through the fields of livestock and down the path of the garden, Skye searched for the perfect place to sit and draw.
A spot under a gigantic oak tree beckoned. Skye chose to lean on the trunk where she had shade and a magnificent view of Ardon’s mountain. Opening her sketchpad, she drew a rough outline of the huge peak. With that accomplished, she focused on adding details to capture the rugged beauty of the rock.
The metallic twang from the barbed wire strung along the fence line caught her attention. Raising her eyes from the sketch, Skye spotted a man who’d vaulted over the barrier between the bronze and blue dragons’ properties. Skye shrunk back against the tree, closing her book and bringing it to her chest, making herself as small as possible.
Trying to ignore the feeling this man was up to no good, Skye struggled to get a good look at him. Surely, he was someone she’d met over the last few weeks as she’d settled on her mates’ land. When the man turned to face into the light, Skye knew he was a stranger.
Um… Some guy just jumped the fence between your lands. I don’t recognize him.
Where are you?
Skye could tell from Oldrik’s voice that he was worried. She answered quickly. I’m sitting under a tree. He hasn’t seen me. Should I say something?
Stay out of sight, Skye. We’re on our way, Ardon told her.
Another man just ran out of the tree line. I don’t think these are good people. Just from the way they’re slinking around.
Can you hide, Blueberry?
She could tell Oldrik was trying to remain calm. The concern behind his words rang in her mind. He was ill at ease. Oldrik didn’t fret. He acted.
Skye scanned the area, trying to figure out a better place to camouflage herself. They hadn’t spotted her under the dense canopy of leaves over her head. If she moved, she might draw their attention. Weighing her options, Skye decided to stay where she was.
They’re pulling a big bag. No, make that big bags through the fence.
We don’t need you to report what’s going on, Skye. Get to safety. Ardon was not happy with her.
Ignoring them, Skye continued her description of the men’s activities. They’re setting something up. It’s like a rocket. A thick tube propped up on a metal pole. They’re filling it with a powder. It must be toxic. They’ve covered their mouths and noses.
Get out of there, Skye! Oldrik ordered.
They’ve started on another. There’s a third. How many do they have?
Information clicked together in her brain. She put the pieces together, and her heart rate sped up as she tried not to panic. Skye needed to tell her Daddies.
Didn’t some of the dragons get targeted by something launched into the air? I bet I’m close to where you normally fly back to Oldrik’s. They’re planning to hurt you. Don’t fly here!
You are at risk, Blueberry. Of course, we’re coming to protect you. Oldrik obviously wouldn’t listen to reason.
She’d have to do something to keep them safe. Skye couldn’t sit there and let them harm her Daddies. What could she do to prevent this?
Skye! Stop….
Deliberately ignoring Ardon’s demand, Skye collected several rocks and stuffed them into her jeans’ pockets. She set the sketch pad to the side and silently rose to her feet. Aware of her lack of athletic ability, Skye knew she couldn’t hit those rockets from here. She wasn’t confident whether she’d be able to strike them from a closer point either. Sports and hand-eye coordination had never been her thing.