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involved, bro. We’ll use Clark and
    Caldwell—and Sigurd, if we can find him.”
    “I have a feeling he’ll find us soon. Dragons like affection and he seemed
    really taken with your little witch, Morgan.”
    Balor raised a eyebrow. “Well, maybe Morgan will have a second use then.
    I’ll make a call. I need some good service anyhow.” He glanced at the whore
    on the bed and stood to walk to the door. “Take care of this little matter, will
    you?”
    Lucifer watched him leave and sighed. He was getting a little sick of taking
    care of his brother’s loose ends. He looked at the woman who was groggily
    coming out of the stupor Balor had put her in. She wasn’t half-bad to look
    at. Maybe he’d give her a good screwing before he left her for Sigurd to find.

Chapter Three
    Chloe meant every word she said about wanting to discover why Jake had
    been killed, but standing this close to Gavin—practically leaning over him in
    Mr. Smith’s parlor—she caught the subtle scent of expensive cologne and
    something more. Something raw and earthy and all male. Damn. This guy
    made her tingle all over. He was way more sexy than James Bond. And that
    dark seductive look he’d given her—half-hooded, intense, yet sensual—she
    could practically feel herself pressed up against him naked. At twenty-eight,
    sex was not a hang-up for her, probably due to the fact that her mom had
    no idea who her father was and it had never really mattered.
    And Gavin was doing it again—giving her that penetrating look that made
    her want to step even closer—and then he turned his head away. Losing his
    gaze was like having cold water splashed on her. She sat down in the other
    chair in front of Smith’s desk.
    “Who was your friend out there?” Gavin asked.
    Chloe swallowed hard and tried not think about what she had seen. “His
    name is Jake Baxter. He was a sharp reporter, but a gentle soul underneath.
    Kind of a beta-hero.” Not at all like the sexy, leonine hunk sitting in front of
    her—she’d bet Gavin was all alpha-male.
    Gavin’s eyebrow rose. “Were you lovers?”
    “Of course not! He was happily married with kids. I so do not go there.”
    “Any idea why he would be in an up-scale neighborhood like this? This is
    hardly a place to look for crime.”
    “I’m not sure, but I think Jake was still trying to get an angle on the dragon
    story from a few weeks ago. I mean, like how often do people see dragons
    flying around? I didn’t believe it myself.”
    “But why look here?” Mr. Smith asked.
    “Sophie Cameron was your veterinarian, wasn’t she? And it was her clinic
    that the dragon descended on. Then she disappeared and so did the dragon.
    Or, at least, it hasn’t been sighted. I think Jake was just following up on any
    leads, trying to find a loose thread somewhere.” A thought struck her and
    she widened her eyes as she looked at Gavin. “Did the red dragon do—do
    that horrible—that horrible—”
    “It may not have been a red dragon,” Mr. Smith said hesitantly.
    She switched her focus. “What? Are you saying there’s more than one
    dragon
    loose?” She noticed Gavin had riveted his full attention on Mr. Smith too.
    The man almost seemed to shrink behind his desk.
    “Well, Sophie mentioned when she called that some huge, white thing had
    swooped over Charleston while they were there and someone had spotted a
    white sea monster near the Florida Keys. She also said an old fishing guide
    in New Orleans had mentioned flashes of lightning when the night skies were
    clear. Michael McCain thought it might have been an old Saxon dragon.” Mr.
    Smith looked a bit smug as he opened a drawer and pulled out a manila
    folder. “I am quite intrigued with the Dark Ages and the medieval period so I
    did some research.” He shuffled through the sheets and extracted one. “I
    was going to ask Michael about this when they got back, but—” For a
    moment he looked sad and then he brightened. “I think this goes