Page 91 of Dragon Me Through Space

“No!” I yelled. “We can’t leave them!”

“They’ll be fine,” he assured me. “Zeke has some anger about their restraints to let out.”

On cue, Zeke roared behind us and I felt a bit of warmth from the flames he was already using.

“Scout, support!” I shouted.

Scout chirped their confirmation before zipping out from behind my ear, expanding into their full-sized drone form with guns drawn, and raced back to help them fight.

“They really don’t need the help,” Wayne assured me calmly.

“It makes me feel better to know for certain and to see them,” I said as I watched through my display from Scout’s camera. Wayne was right, of course, the Dragonkin princes were demolishing the Exostalon soldiers. Especially Zeke. He was tearing arms off and burning them to ash with a fury that was slightly terrifying and extremely sexy.

Wayne landed at the ramp to the ship and waved one of the soldiers over. “The princes are fighting Exostalons five blocks east of here. Go assist and clean up.”

“Yes, sir!” the soldier said and grabbed a few of his fellow Dragonkin soldiers to do as Wayne ordered.

“Let’s put the food in our room,” Wayne said, completely unconcerned, as if we hadn’t been attacked twice.

“Wayne, do you think you could help me with some upgrades to Scout?”

His eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly, a mixture of shock and excitement crossing his face. “You want me to help you make improvements to Scout?”

I nodded. “I want to improve some of the coding I did and I know you enjoy working on tech things.”

“Who told you that?” he asked.

“Preston, explained that your territory is known for its technology and that you enjoy it, but I saw you working on the ship’s controls and your tablet a few times, too.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “I’m not the best with weapons, but I’m willing to look at it, if you’re okay with me seeing your code.”

“Well, we are mates, right? Going to be a ruling quintet? I think sharing my code is the least I can do.”

He chuckled.

“We’re fine, pet. Heading to the ship now,” Preston said while looking at Scout and brushing off dirt from his shoulders.

“Scout, return,” I ordered.

Wayne and I returned to Preston and my room, putting our newly acquired snacks into a cabinet that we kept locked.

“I think from now on, at least one of us should stay in the room at all times. We have cameras up, but I wouldn’t put it past someone to sneak in here and poison our snacks.”

“I don’t think they’d try to poison us.”

My frown turned into a scowl. “Wow.”

“What?” he asked.

“You just said that they won’t try to poison you guys, just me.” While it might be true, I didn’t appreciate the abruptness of his statement or the reminder that I was seen as less than them.

“I … I didn’t mean it like⁠—”

“It’s fine, you’re right,” I admitted and ran a hand down my face. “I’m just grumpy from getting attacked multiple times today.”

“Totally understandable,” Preston said as they joined us in the room.

Gage turned me around while inspecting me. “Did you get hurt at all?”