Always (Dragon Wars, #3) Read Online Free

wolves.
    The blonde goddess was the source of the sweet scents beckoning to him. She seemed... familiar . He shoved the idea out of his head. He’d probably seen her sometime during his stay there. She was probably the bitch drugging him.
    He wasn’t concerned with handling a woman. If she were smart, she’d stay back. The men looked as if they wouldn’t be a problem either. They ranged from much shorter than him to right under his height. In any case, he could take out the whole room if necessary.
    “Robert.” She rushed forward in front of the men. He waited for someone to object. What kind of creatures let a female step in front of them when a predator was in the room? He had seen old men who could barely move throw their bodies into a fight to stop a woman from being hurt.
    “No one calls me Robert.” A sense of déjà vu accompanied the words and he ignored the sensation. “You are in charge, ma’am?” He added the last bit to be polite. A female led the dragons, and he’d never be nice to her. If this female proved competent and not psychopathic, he’d maintain a certain amount of respect.
    “I’m in charge when we leave here. It’s complicated. Here, we’re all in charge.”
    Her words were bullshit. Hierarchy existed to keep everyone safe. Someone was in charge, even if it wasn’t explicitly stated. Since she stood in front of her pansy colleagues, he was going to speak to the blonde hottie while ignoring how much he liked her fragrance.
    “Where am I?” He was obviously in some kind of facility. Where was the place located and how he had gotten there?
    She took a deep breath, her face paling. “It goes against policy for me to tell you.” Blondie dug into her pocket and pulled out a needle. “I promise you—if you let me, I can help you. You were injured. We helped you. I can make all of your confusion go away. Your friends are fine. Your brother, too. You’re all going to wake in a bed, perfectly safe. You’ll never know you were here.”
    “Being drugged to forget part of my life doesn’t work for me, lady. You don’t smell as if you’re wolves and you’re certainly not dragons. What, pray tell, are you?”
    “We’re...”She raised her chin. “Humans.”
    Robbie laughed, throwing his head back in a loud hoot. The strangest things tickled his funny bones. The humans in the room didn’t seem to know what to do with his reaction. They looked at each other, and the female shifted the weight on her feet.
    “Why are you laughing?” She lowered her voice. “I don’t see how our being humans is funny.”
    “Well, you haven’t spent the last three years looking at cave paintings from humans. Never mind. Okay, you’re humans.” Why not? They weren’t wolves. His nose never failed him. Unless the dragons had figured out how to shape shift, they weren’t them either. Humans. Sure. “Why do you have me?”
    “Mr. Owens.” One of the males finally spoke. He had blond hair similar to the hot female. In fact, they had other features which were similar, too. Maybe it was the chin. “We aren’t going to answer any more questions. You’re going to go where you belong, and we’ll all move on, too.”
    “You’ve made a fatal error. You seem to be under the impression I am going to listen to you. You’re nothing. A maggot. You’re not the kind of male who can give me orders.” And it offended his sense of right and wrong. He made a quick choice. Rushing forward, he grabbed the female and pulled her against him. “I’ll speak to you and only you.”
    With a flick of his wrist he knocked the needle she held onto the ground. It hit the floor with a clink. She gasped.
    “You and I are going to have a conversation, alone, without these puny males to make ridiculous demands they can’t possibly follow through on. If anyone tries to interfere, I’ll kill you. Am I clear?”
    In his life, he’d never harm a woman, with the large exception of the dragon queen. The human female had