I want to know where she’s hiding, where she’s
been, and who she’s been getting her intel from.‛ Tardieh turned around
and faced his loyal guards. ‚If this is a trap, Zoricah will not live to see
another sunrise.‛
Chapter Eight
‚I don’t like this.‛ Yara’s voice came from the kitchen. Apparently
the previous four times she voiced out her opinion about the night’s
encounter had not been enough.
Zoricah locked the front door behind her. Her fighters had just
arrived back from the park, and Yara had headed straight to the kitchen.
Due to her aerial voyage, Zoricah had returned faster. She loved flying
over Manhattan, its perfectly geometrical streets lit by the fluorescent
colors of skyscrapers and car beams. She knew it was partly because of the
thrill born from the possibility of getting caught by humans, but she
wasn’t a young dragon; she knew how to conceal herself even in bright
full moon nights like this one. Tonight, however, she went straight home
to clear her head before Yara and Sam got back.
Sam crossed the living room and sat down on the leather couch.
‚Tone it down, Yara. You’ll wake Drew up.‛, she said weakly.
‚I’m already awake. I’ve been waiting for you.‛ Drew was standing
by the hallway door. Her eyes were even more sullen than when Zoricah
had left to meet Tardieh. This whole account had taken a big toll on her
friend. Drew was the main reason why they were in New York. Her twin
sister’s abduction had shaken the draconian senate. According to Drew,
they had spared no efforts to find her sister, Deirdre, but to no avail.
Zoricah, Sam, and Yara had been in Italy trying to take down a
draconian Jack the Ripper when Drew managed to find Zoricah and
convince her to help. Draconian twins were a rarity in the world and as
with most magical races were treated almost as divine beings. Rumor had
it that the bond between twins was so great they could sense each other,
feel what the other was feeling, and sometimes even read each other’s
mind. Drew and Deirdre were the perfect proof that this rumor was more
than just an old legend.
Zoricah knew the senate had allowed Drew to contact her only as a
last resort. Zoricah and the draconian high society had parted ways ever
since her mother’s death almost eighty years earlier. She despised them
for their conservative prejudiced ways. They despised her for her
revolutionary mindset that threatened their millennia-old conventions. At
first, Zoricah had agreed to take the case because other draconian females
had been abducted, too. She knew that as soon as Deirdre was
found—that is, if she was found—the senate would stop looking for the
culprit and ignore the sujhas who had also been abducted. They were, in
their eyes, the scum, the shame of their society.
After a few months together, Zoricah saw there was more to Drew
than what meets the eye. Her porcelain doll-like beauty gave out a fragile
vibe that hid an innate strength and determination. Drew had refused to
go back to the draconian lands in the far eastern mountains with the
senate’s guards and basically forced her presence among Zoricah’s female
warriors. At first, Yara and Sam had been beside themselves, but in no
time, she conquered their hearts and respect.
Zoricah looked at her pale friend by the hallway door. Her once
shiny wavy red hair was gathered on a single plait; her blue eyes were
dark with pain. ‚How are you feeling?‛
‚How did it go?‛ It was all Zoricah got for an answer.
‚Those vamps are a joke!‛ Yara started again, coming out of the
kitchen chewing on a raw chicken leg. ‚They have no idea what’s
happening under their noses and yet feel they have the right to doubt us.‛
she said indignantly, waving the poultry limb at Drew.
‚It’s understandable. I would, too,‛ Drew responded, crossing the
living room to take a seat next to Sam, who gave her a friendly smile but
stood up and went