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The dragon picked me up in its pointy talons in a way that I can only call ‘ham-fisted’. He wasn’t gentle or comfortable as he hoisted me out of the rubble that it had created and onto the lawn, which was covered with blood, many guns, but very few guards.
The gold dragon picked up the display case in its jaws and closed down, and I could see it explode as it shattered. He then carefully picked up the diamond and put it at my feet before he turned into Caspian. He looked completely ruffled, even worse than he’d looked after coming out of the crypt the day before.
“Where’s Murtagh?” I asked Caspian, putting the diamond into my pocket and trying to ignore how good it felt against me. Hell, honestly it even felt good in my pocket.
He waved his hand dismissively as he doubled over, wheezing. “He still has room in his stomach, he’s going for it.” He groaned and said, “So many of them were wearing gold… Shit, so much indigestion. My stomach feels torn up.”
“Gross,” I said decisively after watching him look like he’d just had too much turkey on Thanksgiving.
Murtagh suddenly was running towards us.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he approached. He looked over my body with his hands, which I didn’t like, because I was in a lot of pain.
“Oh, I feel fucking dandy. I have the diamond. Let’s go. I want to shower for the next ten years.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You went off alone. Again.”
“And you ate an army. I feel like we all had a day. Let’s go.” I was so far away from listening to bullshit.
“Zazie—” he continued, sounding like he was going to give me more. “You could have gotten?—”
A shot fired out, and my leg went backwards as the bullet sliced across my calf. It barely hit me, but somehow, I landed three feet away on my back.
Murtagh and Caspian rushed to my side before they looked towards the direction of the shot.
There were then a lot of shots in the air—an entire clip from a semi-automatic rifle to be exact. They hunched their large bodies over me as they got pummeled by bullet after bullet, each one coming less than a second from the next.
Then we heard an emptying click and Caspian, gritting his teeth, pulled his body away from mine and stood up.
He looked at Gregor, standing from the wreckage of his now-ruined office, bleeding from the hip.
He was going through some existential changes right now. I could see it on his face when I wasn’t distracted by the pain shooting from my leg to all over my body. Gregor was just a normal bratva-boss, and now he was facing a man who couldn’t be shot. One who was slowly morphing into a dragon.
Murtagh, although supposedly as full as Caspian, had just enough room for Gregor.
He pushed his snout into the room and pulled out a screaming man who was trying futilely to hit the dragon in the nose. Murtagh tilted back, adjusted his bite, and let him fall into his mouth, screaming before a deep, guttural sound of crunching bones silenced the screams.
Caspian, while rushing to my side, had pulled out his new cellphone from his front coat pocket and called Miles for a pickup, like this was quite the day at the beach and we were ready to go home now. He pulled off his belt and tied it around my bleeding leg.
“Let’s get you to Miles,” he told me, then picked me up in his arms. “You’ve had a rough day, poor girl.”
Rough day didn’t begin to cover it.
CHAPTER 25
Murtagh
“This is too much, too fast,” Caspian was telling me after he’d calmed Zazie down on the plane. She was cleaned up and Miles had given her about eighteen different stitches across her body. We were just staying there now, not knowing where Seraphus would turn up, but if he’d figured out that we were going for the diamonds, then I realized that he could be anywhere.
I was drinking a scotch, feeling like an asshole.
My fathers wouldn’t have put my mother through any of this bullshit, I knew that much. What was wrong with me?
“Miles said she’s going to be fine. And he should know,” Caspian told me, sitting down in the seat across from me. He didn’t need to remind me that Miles had been a medic in the First World War. I knew. I remembered most things.
“I am the worst mate in the world,” I told him after silence rang for a moment. When he looked up at me, as if about to build me up or something, I added, “You are, too.”
“What are we supposed to do? Stay here and get killed by Seraphus?” he demanded. “We have to go Daconia, or he needs to go there. We can’t stay in this realm.”
