Midnight's Captive(87)

“Wallace.”

That’s all Phelan needed to hear. “I’m on my way.”

He pocketed the phone and secured his helmet before he started the bike. A moment later and he gunned the Ducati, tires squealing on the pavement as he raced out of town.



Charon stared out the window of Dreagan Mansion while Laura lay unmoving on the bed. He could still hear the crunch of metal as the Range Rover went rolling down the hill.

He’d tried his best to take the brunt of the impact, but by the time the vehicle came to rest upside down, Laura had a fractured leg, two broken ribs, and glass embedded along one side of her face.

The crash had been caused by the selmyr, but the dragons quickly drove them off. Charon hadn’t wanted to move Laura and cause her more pain. He had reached for his phone to call Phelan so he could use his blood to heal her, but Con had extended a hand through the busted window and covered the phone.

“She needs to be healed,” Charon had said through clenched teeth.

Con merely moved his hand from the mobile phone to Laura. The magic that filled the area was stronger than anything Charon had ever felt before, but it was completely different from Druid magic.

It was … dynamic, omnipotent. Supreme.

Before his eyes, each bit of glass fell from Laura’s skin to drop with a soft ping upon the cracked moonroof. Soon, even the cuts were healed. It was a few minutes more before Con removed his hand and looked at him.

“You can move her now. She’s healed.”

A white G-class Mercedes SUV pulled up then. Charon gathered Laura in his arms and kicked the Range Rover’s door off its hinges. In no time they had all piled into the Mercedes and were on their way to the mansion while several dragons still flew above them.

“We’ll patrol the sky and grounds,” Con had promised.

Even now, an hour later, Charon couldn’t stop watching the dragons. Con had vowed Laura would eventually wake, but it wasn’t until Charon checked her broken bones himself to make sure they were healed that he believed Con.

He braced his hands on either side of the window as fat drops of rain began to hit the glass. The three hours he’d asked Aiden to give him had long ago come and gone.

Charon’s mobile had been broken in the accident, but Guy had brought a new one by thirty minutes earlier. The fact no one was answering at MacLeod Castle, he couldn’t reach Phelan, and Aiden’s phone went straight to voice mail didn’t bode well.

The door opened and Banan walked into the room. He glanced at the bed before he came to stand beside Charon.

“Any news?” Charon asked.

“We have no’ found Aiden. Fallon and most of the Warriors are in Edinburgh, trying to contain what Wallace has done.”

“And the Druids?” There was no way the Warriors would leave their women unguarded. Charon knew that for fact.

Banan stuffed his hands in his front pockets. “There are a handful in Edinburgh. The others … they seem to have disappeared.”

Charon jerked his head to Banan. “What? That’s impossible. The castle is the safest place for them.”

“Is it?” he asked. “How many times did Deirdre and Declan send in spies? How many times did Deirdre attack it?”

Charon pushed off the wall and faced the Dragon King. “The Warriors won those battles.”

“But no’ you.”

He clenched his jaw, hating that the bastard was right. “I wasn’t part of all of those battles, nay.”

“The castle is empty, Charon.”

There was no way Charon could believe Banan, yet the King had no reason to lie. There was something more going on, and he feared it could very well destroy all of them.

“I can no’ stay while my friends fight this evil. I came here for help.”

“Of which Con has said we would give,” Banan said softly. He sighed heavily. “The selmyr have complicated things. We can stand against them.”

Charon rubbed his hand over his jaw. “How? I thought they fed on magical creatures, and you are the biggest magical creature there is.”

Banan chuckled. “Aye we are, but we’re also the most powerful. The selmyr are dangerous. They were trapped before, we just need to do that again. Until that time, we’re battling two different enemies at the same time.”

“Can we win?”

“Aye.”

He frowned when he heard the slight hesitation in Banan’s voice. “But you are no’ happy about others knowing your existence.”

“We’ve lived in secret for hundreds of thousands of years. What do you think?”

Charon started to answer when he glanced at the bed and found Laura’s beautiful moss green eyes opened and looking at him.