Chapter 8
Rian raced across the field behind his house, tearing toward Royce and Kyra’s cottage and never once looking away from the images flashing in the Looking Glass.
It felt like he was watching a Best of trailer of slasher film clips.
One beating after another, more bloodshed than he thought a human could withstand, and through it all, his courageous mate stood strong, fighting against every instinct she had to cry out—to let her tormentor know he was having any effect on her whatsoever.
Adramelech was relentlessly screaming at Audrey.
Asking the same question over and over…a question Rian couldn’t quite make out.
Narrowly missing the white picket fence around Kyra’s garden, the Dragon Leader stopped cold halfway through the gate.
His mind refused to believe what it saw.
Had no clue if it was happening in that moment or had occurred decades before.
All that was certain was that his heart was falling to pieces at the abuse his mate was having to endure.
The Demon Lord took Audrey’s beautiful, tear-stained face between the hideous claws of his thumb and forefinger, put his reptilian snout so close to hers only a breath separated the two, and spat in her face, “I will not ask again, princess. What. Is. His. Name?”
Audrey stared into her captor’s eyes. Rian could see the defiance.
He respected her for it. But his heart and soul screamed for her to tell the Chancellor whatever he wanted to know.
Rian needed the beating to end. But she was far stronger than he was.
It was something the Dragon Leader had known from the moment he saw her.
She didn’t answer but smiled the best she could with the bastard squeezing her face and as sweetly as possible, asked, “Whoever are you speaking of, Lord Adramelech?”
The Chancellor went wild with fury. He tore his digits from her face with such force that her head went flying backward. Rian heard the crack of her neck then immediately felt the pain radiate from the punch to her stomach the Chancellor delivered in response to her question.
Audrey wheezed for several seconds before Adramelech once again had her face in his hands and was screeching his demands.
“You will tell me the name of your mate. The name of the dragon shifter you have a bond with or so help me, princess, I will flay the skin from your body and leave you to bleed to death on this floor.”
Running again, Rian flew through the back door of his brother’s home.
Screamed so loudly and talked so quickly he could barely understand himself.
“She’s protecting me! Heaven help me that woman, she’s shielding me!
I’m supposed to keep her safe! That bastard wants to know my name but she won’t tell him!
The son of a bitch is gonna kill her and still she won’t say my name! ”
True to form, Royce was right there for him, “You gotta slow down, Ri. We all heard you. They guys are on their way but we have no clue what’s going on. You’re freaking out. We can’t understand you. Just breathe. Tell me what’s happening.”
“This!” Rian shoved the Looking Glass right into Royce’s face, hitting his nose as he yelled, “Look for yourself! He’s beating her, Roy. She’s bleeding! He’s going to kill her and I’m standing here useless. She’s gonna die and I’m doing nothing to protect her!”
The Dragon Leader felt his younger brother peel his fingers from the Moldavite while his mind reeled with the fastest way to get to his mate, the best way to kill Adramelech, how to get to hell and out again…
His mind was a whirlwind of despair and confusion.
Pacing in an attempt to calm his mind and body enough to think, Rian heard the front and back doors open and slam shut in a series of whooshs and bangs.
His brethren ran into the house, all asking what was wrong and how could they help.
Kyra and Calysta stood with Rian inspecting the Looking Glass.
The McKennons sat just outside the turmoil, while Lance and Sam tried to calm him down.
Rian could feel himself losing control. Felt his dragon rising to the surface as the fear for his mate’s safety, the pure rage at what she was being made to endure, and his utter helplessness to rescue her from the torture he now had confirmation she’d been suffering for a century closed in on him.
All the chaos and chatter around him was little more than white noise as they talked to him, about him, or at him.
Out of his peripheral vision he kept sight of the Looking Glass at all times.
It was his one link to Audrey. The only way he knew she still lived no matter how abused she was or had been.
If she was alive, there was still a chance to save her.
That amulet was his lifeline. He simply could not be without it now that he’d used it.
Not after what he’d just witnessed. Eleanor had said as long as he could call Audrey’s image into the stone it was proof she still lived.
It was all he had, the only thing keeping him together.
He watched Royce hand the Moldavite to Calysta.
Heard the Grand Priestess say she had no idea if it was the past or the present they were viewing but she could find out.
Turning, she and Kyra moved toward the kitchen.
As if tethered to the Looking Glass by an unseen thread, Rian moved with them.
As he passed, Rory stepped in front of him.
“Calm down, Rian. I can feel your dragon. You have to get him under control.”
Rian’s aggressive growl rumbled low in his throat.
His youngest brother’s eyes grew large but Rory didn’t back down.
Instead, he grabbed Rian’s shoulder and squeezed.
The Dragon Leader and his beast roared, grabbed Rory’s wrist, and in one fluid motion, flipped his youngest sibling onto the floor then stepped over him grumbling, “Stay down or next time you bleed.”.
Ignoring Rory’s groans, Rian kept moving. Getting closer to the Looking Glass was his single-minded goal. It was the only thing he had of his mate. Audrey was all that mattered.
Royce charged in front Rian. Somewhere deep inside, where logic and calm still resided, the Dragon Leader knew his brother was only trying to protect Kyra.
But the larger, more irrational side of the man and his beast needed that gem.
Roaring so loudly he felt the floor under his feet tremor, Rian bared his teeth.
He knew his brethren and any dragon mates in the room could see the image of his beast glowing around him.
The dragon is going to win. I’m going to let him win.
As if hearing his thought, Kellan casually stepped in front of Royce, putting his disfigured face inches from Rian and the fury of both man and beast in fear for their mate’s life.
Looking Rian straight in the eye, the scarred dragon who had been his friend since they were children and his face did not yet bear the marks of war, said as if they were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee, “Ri, you’re gonna have to cool it.
We can all see your dragon. We know you’re pissed and scared and want to kill that bastard…
we all do. But you’re no good to Audrey if I have to kick your ass before we even get this rescue mission started. ”
Kellan stood staring for a single heartbeat and then added, “You call your dragon then I have to call mine, and I have to take you down, so you don’t go rogue before you save that pretty little princess of yours. Not good for either of us.”
Rian could hear what Kellan was saying, could feel the truth in his old friend’s words, but the adrenalin running through his veins and the pure frenzy of his beast were spinning the man out of control.
For the first time in his very long life, Rian didn’t know how to stop.
He didn’t…couldn’t think…could only feel.
Struggling to bring both man and dragon back from the brink of insanity, the sound of Adramelech’s whip thrashing Audrey’s tender skin ripped through his soul.
Madness descended. The lash struck his back.
Blood flowed from his veins. Her pain was his pain and it would not be tolerated. There would be retribution.
His beast fought. The dragon defied anyone to best him. A roar…a battle cry tore through their combined consciousness. Rian once again became the mindless being of wrath and revenge, seeking to dismember the one who dared to touch his mate. Nothing but blood and death would settle the score.
Kellan must’ve seen the truth in Rian’s eyes.
Before the Dragon Leader could take his next breath Kellan, who’d been trained his entire life to fight with deadly precision, pulled back his fist and punched Rian right in the jaw.
The crack of bone and the smack of flesh hitting flesh preceded the thud of the Dragon Leader falling to his knees.
Rian’s insanity began to recede. Slowly, the man could feel the beast grudgingly pulling back, giving way to Rian’s humanity…
his sensibility and control. The dragon growled low and long in Rian’s head, letting him know the time had come.
It had been long enough, it was close to now or never, they needed to save Audrey.
One final chuff and the heat only an angry dragon can produce momentarily filled Rian’s being.
His beast was letting the Dragon Leader know clearly, should the need for the dragon to rise again, he would not be denied.
He would save their mate…Fate and all others be damned.