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well and he’d heard
it inside his own head. The dragon had…spoken to him. Goose bumps appeared all
over his body, coming out like sharp pinpricks exploding on his skin.
    How was that possible? Dragons didn’t talk. They ate, they
killed, they attacked. No one had ever reported—outside the crazy guide who had
some kind of treaty with the creatures—having a conversation with a dragon.
    No one who has ever come back to you could speak
to us. But you, surprisingly, can .
    He couldn’t move—every limb in his body had gone stiff. His
mind couldn’t process the events taking place around him. Maybe he’d gone
completely nuts. The last-ditch resort of his subconscious to handle the fact
that he’d been caught by the dragons and would sooner or later become food for
the fuckers.
    Such disgusting language . The dragon harrumphed. I’m
going to leave your head for a while.
    Dean shuddered with relief as a pressure left his head. Damn
it . The dragon had really been in there. He hadn’t hallucinated the whole
thing.
    They jerked left and Dean’s legs swung wildly in flight. “Is
it necessary for you to be so rough about this?”
    He didn’t get an answer. Cold air whipped him in the face. Below,
on the ground, he’d practically been sweating to death. How high up were they? He
looked down and wished he hadn’t. They were really high up. He couldn’t see the
jungle anymore, just the approaching mountain peak where the dragons resided. The
trip that would have taken days by foot, the dragon had accomplished in mere
minutes.
    Dean gulped. His people would never have made it inside such
an imposing structure. It looked like a castle. Why the hell did those beasts
need such a place? They should be perching in trees or living in barns. Something
fit for an animal, not a person. New Strauss wasn’t as nice as this. Or as
impenetrable. Marble stone lined the outside of the building, making tall walls
that looked unscalable.
    He would have hated to have climbed all the way up there
only to have to turn around. Hopefully his people wouldn’t be making the trip
now that he’d been taken. They needed to turn around and go back home. Maybe it
would be possible to get some sort of message to them.
    They dropped to the ground fast and he had to close his eyes
as moisture hit him so hard that it threatened to blind him. Each droplet hit
with enough force that it felt as if daggers assaulted his face. Fury pounded
through his veins.
    How dare this creature take him against his will and bring
him to this place? He wouldn’t go easily. Before he met death, he would make
every dragon he encountered pay for the pain they caused his people. Dean
wrenched his lids apart. He would meet his death with both eyes open.
    The dragon swished down through an opening at the top of the
castle. A person would have to be above the structure to see the small hole. God
knew, humans couldn’t fly—that feat belonged solely to the dragons—and he
wouldn’t have known it even existed if he hadn’t entered the way he had.
    His captor rushed to a stop, skidding to a sudden halt on
the ground. Dean fell forward, hitting the dirt with a thud.
    The world spun and although he had never fainted in his
life, he thought for a moment that he might black out.
    “Come on.” He spoke aloud to himself, hoping that the sound
of his own voice would make his head clear. Seconds felt like minutes until
finally the world righted itself again.
    The dragon that had brought him to this new stage of hell in
his life leaped upward, perching upside down like a bat on a tree branch. His
captor’s support, however, appeared to be the same marble that lined the
outside of the building.
    “What the hell?” He stood up, feeling as if his legs weighed
a thousand pounds. The asshole had brought him here and simply dumped him on
the ground? Didn’t seem like a great way to contain food. All he needed now was
to find a weapon and fight his way out…or up, as the case