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around his feet. How did anyone live here? Why would
anyone choose this? And how the hell had the local people managed to make a
deal with monsters?
    He should slaughter the whole tribe. Their deal meant the dragons
moved elsewhere to feed, to his people. Humans shouldn’t be dealing with the
flying beasts. They should be united in destroying the creatures.
    Traitors .
    “Dean!” Jane whirled around, pointing to the sky as she
screamed his name.
    He jolted as he followed the direction of her arm. Dragons. They
whirled in a circle above his head. Three of them staring down at them over the
trees. The eight of them must look like fish in a bowl. Easy pickings, and he’d
bet gold that their so-called guide had used his alliance with the winged
vermin to tell the green death bringers where they could be found.
    Slaughtering the village sounded better and better.
    “Everybody scatter.”
    They couldn’t be more vulnerable than they were, lined up
like some sort of trapped animals. At home, they’d take shelter and fire back
with cannons. In the jungle, they had fewer choices for weapons.
    Just the ones they carried on their backs.
    As his people ran for cover, Dean stood, still staring
upward. His vision narrowed. He’d get those sons of bitches if he had to claw
their green scaly skin from their bodies.
    Dean pulled the bow and arrow off his back. The arrows would
pierce the beast’s skin but not cause much pain on their own. Fortunately, he
didn’t intend to use only the point of his arrows to defend himself.
    “Boss, are you crazy?” Dougal screamed at him from across
the path. Why hadn’t the idiot run like the others? Jane and Robert knew enough
to heed his warning and get their butts hidden.
    “I’ve got it. Don’t let them get you, kid.”
    Dougal shouted something else but Dean couldn’t make out
what he’d said over the claps of thunder and the pounding of the dragon wings
above their heads. Brilliant of the dragons to try to hide the sounds of their
comings and goings behind the claps of the rainstorm.
    Wetness pounding down on his head, Dean pulled matches out
his pocket. Using his coat to block the matches from getting drenched, he
struck a small fire. In two seconds, he’d transferred the flame to the oil-soaked
tip of his trusty arrow.
    Fire would hurt the dragons. Dean smiled. They deserved
whatever pain he inflicted. Hundreds dead. More than that in the first
invasion.
    With a rapid jerk of his arm, he used the move he’d
practiced a million times and used in battle more than once. The flaming arrow
ripped from the bow and zoomed skyward, toward the moving target.
    The weapon pierced the beast’s wing. It roared, darting left
and right in the air before falling toward the ground. In its descent, it hit
the top of a tree, groaning loudly before tangling up in branches. The tree
swayed under the creature’s weight.
    Dean grinned, watching the green beast. Sometimes getting
out his aggression just felt really damn good.
    Claws dug into his back, wrenching him skyward.
    “Shit.” He struggled against the restraint of the creature’s
nails pressing into his skin.
    No. No. No . He had no intention of going out like
this.
    “Fuck.” He swung his leg upward, kicking at the dragon. If
he could make the son of a bitch drop him, he’d be thrilled. Plummeting to his
death seemed preferable to being chowed down on.
    The dragon growled loudly, not a noise he’d heard the
creatures make before. Good. If they could make so-called treaties with local
tribes, then they could think logically. Maybe he’d upset his captor when he’d
shot its buddy with the damn arrow.
    “Drop me, you green beast. I’m not coming willingly. If you
eat me, I won’t digest well. I promise, I will make you sick.”
    He could have sworn the dragon laughed. Or maybe it was more
of a snort. But in any case, the fucker understood him perfectly.
    “I said, put me down.”
    No .
    Dean jolted. He’d heard the “no” perfectly