A reception desk used for visitors sat to one side. Teagan made her way over and dialed the Protectors’ central command. She only hoped they bloody well answered the phone despite her calling from a strange number.

The familiar voice of Lyall O’Dwyer answered the phone. “Who is this?”

“Lyall, it’s Teagan. Aaron is unconscious. What the hell is going on?”

“Just a second,” Lyall replied.

Teagan wanted to scream, but Brenna Rossi’s voice came over the line. “Thank fuck you’re all right.”

“Aaron’s not. He’s been drugged. What’s going on? Where’s Killian?”

“No one can get a hold of him. As for what’s going on, judges and Protectors are being attacked by what we think are stealth drones. At first, it was just those at the observation platforms, but now a few Protectors patrolling the area have also been hit. I suspect it’s only a matter of time before they strike inside the clan’s gates.”

“What’s been done?” Teagan asked.

Brenna didn’t hesitate to answer, “Finn and Bram both know what’s going on and are sending help. The Irish DDA hasn’t bothered to return my calls.”

“Fucking DDA. Right, well, we’ll do without them until everything is sorted and we can toss the traitors into their hands. Keep everyone inside and reach out to one of our males named Kerrin Dunne. He might have a few things that can short-circuit any sort of electrical object within a certain radius. If no one heard the attacks coming, then I have a feeling we’re dealing with a different type of drone.”

“I agree, and I have already contacted Kerrin. Orla suggested him and he’s setting things up. Orla also reached out to a few people she knows in Clan Seagate.”

Clan Seagate was inside Connemara National Park and to the southwest of Glenlough. While not officially allies, their leader had voiced his displeasure of Orin’s plan to attack Glenlough simply because they had a female leader.

It seemed it was a good thing her gran had never truly retired. “I’m going to bring Aaron inside Glenveagh Castle and then look for Hugh, Orin, and Padraig. Unless you have th

em in custody?”

“No.”

“Right, then since the darts look to be too delicate to pierce a dragon’s hide, as long as I remain in that form, I should be safe.”

“Unless they have a different type of gun waiting to use on us in dragon form,” Brenna stated.

Teagan didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a chance I’m willing to take. In the meantime, you still have Roarke Bell in custody, aye?”

“Yes,” Brenna stated.

“Then question him again. Now that we can threaten a treason charge, he might open up.”

“I’ll see what we can do. But one last thing—Protectors are patrolling all over the area, so if you do capture one of the three, then signal to someone flying over you. Don’t risk shifting to your human form and calling.”

Teagan murmured her assent and hung up the phone. Time to get Aaron to safety and handle the arseholes who thought they could mess with her clan, and her male.

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Teagan soared through the air. She’d chanced shifting inside the castle’s grounds, doubting the DDA would punish her for stopping a possible dragon civil war.

Because if Teagan didn’t stop Orin, Padraig, and Hugh, then no doubt others would join their cause to oust Teagan. Or, possibly join her side to fight back.

And all because she lacked a penis.

Some males took insecurity to an extreme.

Her beast growled. We will take care of them.

The difficult part will be in not killing them.

Maybe we can just rough them up a little? her beast asked eagerly.

Tags: Jessie Donovan Stonefire Dragons Fantasy
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