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Revolution actually began during your time. You’ll recall Newton, Copernicus, Descartes, and Galileo, to name a few.”
    “Aye. They were regarded as charlatans.”
    “Why am I not surprised they weren’t appreciated in their own time? In any event, by the seventeen and eighteen hundreds, which I guess you slept through, science was in full swing. If you couldn’t prove something in a lab, it didn’t exist. Talk about a death knell for magic and magic wielders. Somewhere around the sixteen-nineties, they started burning witches at the stake in the States and here too. I lost quite a few relatives…”
    The air currents thickened. Magic. Strong magic that had nothing to do with the witches in his cave. The human sitting atop his foreleg stiffened. Apparently, he’d sensed it too. Kheladin bent forward; Jonathan scrambled to the ground and eyed the dragon. “I’ve never felt anything quite like that. What is it?” He raised his hands to call power.
    “I doona know. We will stand ready but not deploy defensive magic until we know what it is we face.” He trumpeted. The sound rang off the cave walls, echoed, and amplified itself. When it faded, Kheladin spoke to everyone. “Something comes. Ready yourselves but doona fire yet.”
    The oddness in the air intensified. It felt thick, syrupy, with a tinge of springtime. Kheladin chinked a hole in the warding he’d resurrected once the last witch was through. The minute he did, he knew what was outside his wards, but the answer was so fantastic, he had trouble believing it. Against all odds, another dragon shifter was close, one of the women. Who had tracked him down? And why?
    I willna have to wait long to find out. “’Tis safe enough,” he announced. “Return to your work. Another dragon will be here verra soon.”
    Another dragon, reverberated through the witches’ ranks, along with amazing, brilliant , incredible, and yesssss.
    Good to know we’re still treasured.
    “Drop your bloody wards, Kheladin. You recognized me. In the name of Dewi, let me in.”
    His wards. Kheladin withdrew the magic powering them. “Sorry. Done.”
    Power raged through multihued air. When it stopped pulsating, an iridescent green dragon stood before him. Golden eyes whirled menacingly. Fire shot from her mouth. “What the bloody fuck? Why did ye hesitate once ye knew ’twas me?”
    Kheladin slammed his wards shut and inclined his head. “I dinna realize ’twas you, Tarika. All I knew was another of us stood without. Besides, I havena seen you for over three hundred years. I thought ye’d gone to Fire Mountain with the rest of our kin.”
    “Hmph.” Tarika’s gaze swept the cave. “Who are all these people?”
    “Witches. They like me.”
    “Pfft. Ye are so full of yourself.” More fire, mixed with steam. “Let us take our human forms. I would lay eyes on Lachlan again.”
    “He is not here.”
    “What?” she screeched in a shower of sparks. “Ye broke the bond?”
    “Aye and resurrected it in a superior form that allows us each the pleasure of our own bodies.” He blew out a breath, aware the witches were fascinated and listening intently. “’Tis a verra long tale. I would start it at the beginning.”
    “Do ye have food here?”
    “Nay. For sustenance, ye must leave my cave in human form. This era doesna recognize those like us.”
    “Fine.” The air turned molten gold, glistening and shimmery. When it cleared, Britta stood before him, naked as the day she was born. Red-blonde hair shrouded her nearly to her waist. Golden eyes glinted a challenge. “Which direction might I find food? Tarika and I searched long for you, and I am famished.”
    Jonathan stepped forward, eyes averted, color high on his cheeks. “Hello. I’m Jonathan.” He bowed slightly. “I’d be glad to help any way I can. If you’re interested, I brought a couple of sandwiches with me, and I’m sure some of the other witches didn’t come empty-handed. We planned to be here for a