Free Dragon Fever: A Dark Kings Novella by Donna Grant

the elevator down and walked through the lobby to his waiting car, he looked for Rae, but she was nowhere to be found. On the drive to the exhibition centre, he looked at the city with new eyes. Rae had done that to him.
    He smiled as he thought of how she’d screamed in pleasure multiple times last night. If he had anything to do about it, she would be screaming again that night.
    All too soon they arrived at the centre. He exited the car and nodded a greeting to the photographers, journalists hoping to get some information, and the whisky fans as he walked up the steps to the doors.
    Inside, Ms. Engel directed him down a hallway and into the first meeting of the day. On his way inside the room, he spotted the woman from the day before. She had her back to him and a big, floppy black hat atop her head, but he recognized her by the way she held herself and the thumb ring.
    It reminded him of Rae.
    Apparently he was so into the mortal that everything reminded him of her. It should bother him, but oddly, it didn’t. He smiled then and entered the room.
    Each time he finished with a meeting, he walked out to find Ms. Engel. He supposed she was going to wait to do any digging on Rae, and that pleased him. Perhaps Ms. Engel would see there was no cause for concern.
    She didn’t bring it up as the hours passed and they went from one event to another. He had a tasting he had to attend where Dreagan showcased their newest batches, as well as their tried and true versions.
    He then went to an exhibit where each of the distilleries and their best Scotch was put on display for attendees to sample. As was his duty, Asher made sure to taste those that were Dreagan’s closest competitors.
    Along with the display, attendees were asked to rank the whisky for a readers’ favorite contest. That wasn’t the only contest. The professional whisky judges would also be casting votes for who was the best.
    Dreagan had won every year for decades. Everyone wanted to know their secret. Asher couldn’t exactly tell them the Dragon Kings had been distilling whisky for thousands of years. Not even the history of the first batch of whisky listed Dreagan.
    Con had made sure of that. If it had, there would’ve been too much attention placed on Dreagan. It was easier and more beneficial to let a mortal have that glory.
    While he nodded and spoke to the World Whisky Consortium attendees as they came to the Dreagan booth with the double dragon logo on everything, his mind kept drifting to Rae.
    Ms. Engel brought up a good point. He didn’t know her last name, and with all the shite the Kings had been through, he should know better than to so blindly trust. Ulrik wasn’t just working with the Dark Fae, he also brought in humans. Though Asher didn’t believe Rae would have a connection to Ulrik. If she did, Rae would be at the WWC to gain more time with him.
    But what did she do during the day? She said she was there on business, but neither of the two times they were together had they discussed her. Always her questions were about him.
    She asked about Dreagan, but even now he thought it was because she was curious about it. If she really wanted information, she could’ve asked more pointed questions. Which, he reminded himself, she hadn’t.
    So while he didn’t think Rae was a threat, he needed to know more about her. Because he didn’t like the thread of doubt his lack of knowledge about her caused. Ms. Engel seemed capable enough, but she was busy with his affairs currently.
    That left the one true mastermind who could find out all there was to know about Rae––Ryder. He ran all the computers at Dreagan, designing cameras so tiny you never knew they were even there. He monitored Dreagan from his computer room on the third floor of the manor.
    And now Ryder wasn’t alone. He had Kinsey as his mate, who happened to be another computer expert. Between the two of them, there wasn’t anything that couldn’t get done.
    Asher opened the