Many of their clan had been murdered, as well, their bodies destroyed before those who’d survived were taken to the helicopters which had then taken them to a plane. They’d all been heavily sedated at the time—how much sedative it took to overpower a group of two-dozen full-grown dragon shifters, I had no idea. After all, we weren’t like humans. Our makeup was different.
Alan was the one who’d ordered heightened security around the cave and the woods which surrounded it, and it was my job to assist with some of the finer points. I might not have known the first thing about Scotland or even dragons, but I knew security.
He sat at the front of the cabin, occasionally turning in his seat to ask a question or, more frequently, to answer one. He’d taken over clan leadership after the late leader, who I understood was Gate’s father, was killed during the process of the clan’s kidnapping.
He seemed like a good man. One who took very seriously the weight on his shoulders.
It was unlikely he had the time to notice how unhappy his twin sister seemed.
Someone had to care about her, keep an eye on her. Make certain she did nothing to hurt herself or put herself in danger.
Funny how the only person I could think of for the job was myself.