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Otherwise, they might not survive.
The plane’s altitude shifted. They were preparing to land. Jori watched the ocean through his small window until the plane shifted again, bringing the landscape into view.
He recognized the mountain range cutting the sky from the ocean. He drew in a long deep breath, his heart racing. He’d been here before with his mother. They’d explored the lowlands, visiting villages in the valleys and along the coast.
He swallowed hard. Elora had taken a lot of risks to engage him with his heritage. Was every expedition a family history lesson?
He kept his eyes on the trajectory of the plane. He needed to know where they were going to land if they were going to figure out how to escape when they found her. How that was going to play out, he had no idea, but he couldn’t leave her there. His father needed her. What would happen to him now that he was here? Would her captivity have been in vain? Had he just destroyed her attempts to save him? He couldn’t bear to live with the knowledge that she was imprisoned for him. He would do what he had to.
The plane slid over the foothills toward the far side of the mountain and curled further inward. He looked for a runway, unable to see a strip breaking the trees far below them. The plane turned again, and he blinked.
He blinked again. Seriously? There was a fucking runway in the mountain? It was like a goddamned James Bond story. He may have considered himself an ‘international man’ but he sure as hell didn’t have the skills of a spy heading into the Mastermind’s lair. How the hell were they going to escape from a mountain lair? He glanced at Kymri.
They were so fucked.
He looked at the shackles on her wrists.
If he could figure out how to get those off of her, she had a shot at escape.
He glanced at their captors. How many of them were there?
The population of Kymri’s island had hundreds of people inhabiting it. How many of them were dragons? If there was as much security here as there’d been on that island … well, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be a cakewalk. They’d figure something out.
Jori, there’s a hell of a difference between a hungry jaguar and dragons with agendas.
Dragons.
This couldn’t be fucking real.
The plane descended into the shadow of the mountains as they approached the cave mouth to land.
His stomach tilted and moments later the wheels touched down, bumping them to a halt.
Dragons with agendas.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Chapter 19
Kymri’s senses tracked every shift in altitude and direction, as they moved through the mountain corridors. It was as twisty as the queen’s castle.
It would be difficult, but not impossible, to find their way out again. They would find a way.
She kept her eye on Jori as they walked. His tanned skin was pale, poor lighting aside. The severity of the situation was taking its toll on him. A human in a dragon lair, and his only potential allies were shackled and almost as vulnerable as he was.
The only thing to do now was meet their king and see what he had to say.
Jori had met Kymri’s queen as though it were something he did all the time.
To be fair, he hadn’t known about the dragons. Still, he had been a prisoner facing potential danger.
They turned a corner and she nearly gagged. The scent of male dragon assaulted her full force. She felt a flutter in her belly and shot Jori a glance. Male dragons were supposed to smell attractive to females, especially those in heat. But then, she was no longer in heat now, was she? Not only was she bonded, she was also carrying a youngling. Closing off any doors to other mates. Her gut rolled and she stumbled.
“Kymri?” Jori’s concerned voice floated to her through a wave of nausea.
“I feel ill,” she said, leaning against the wall as the scene before her twisted and wavered.
“What did you do to her? Did you poison her?” his voice was angry as he rounded on their captors.
