Page 56 of Serving my Dragon
“Says the reptile stuck in a cage,” Blake taunted. Then, to add insult, he said, “And if you don’t shut up, you’ll be wearing a muzzle too.”
The very thought kept me quiet, simmering, plotting. I’d yet to figure out how we’d escape. If only my ability would manifest. Acid would be nice as it would allow me to melt the bars. Alas, I only had my spit, which did nothing. I also had a rumbling belly which yearned for a snack.
The trip ended at an airport—not that I saw much of anything, but I did hear Blake complaining to someone on the phone.
“What do you mean we can’t leave?” A pause, then, “How long is the fucking storm supposed to last? Ugh.” Blake hung up and barked out orders. “The jet’s grounded for the next few hours. Load the cargo so we can depart at a moment’s notice. As soon as the storm eases, I want us wheels up and in the air.”
Someone tossed a blanket over my prison before the doors of the van opened. It didn’t stay in place long as the buffeting storm ripped it free. Despite the drenching rain, I got a glimpse of the airport terminal in the distance as they toted me inside a hangar that held a gleaming white jet.
A soaked and chattering Kayleigh stood alongside me as Blake barked more orders. “Put them in the back bedroom of the plane. If they get mouthy, feel free to tase them.” The last was said while he looked at me.
“I will require sustenance,” I stated just to annoy.
His jaw tightened. “Get it some food and put a tarp and some newspaper under it. I don’t want the carpet stinking when it shits and pisses.”
“I’m not a savage. I use a toilet to empty my bowels,” I stated.
“Not on this flight, you aren’t. I am not stupid enough to let you loose so you can cause trouble.”
There went that idea.
The inside of the jet appeared luxurious. Even the rear section where they plopped my cage seemed nice. The floor was carpeted, the bed neatly made. Best of all, Kayleigh remained with me. She slumped to the floor with a sigh.
“I am not liking this cage,” I complained.
“I know. You’ve said that like a thousand times.”
Talk about an exaggeration. “Actually, I’ve only remarked on it seventeen,” I pointed out.
Her lips curved. “My bad. I’m sorry they caught you. You should have fled when you had a chance.”
“A dragon doesn’t abandon servants loyal to them.”
“Love you, too, Polly,” Kayleigh murmured.
Love. An emotion felt among humans. Dragons were above such things, of course. Usually. I couldn’t exactly claim a lack of affection for my servants. Perhaps I’d been hatched defective. No innate ability. Allowing myself to be ruled by feelings. Unable to find a hoard.
“I wonder how much longer the storm is going to keep the plane grounded,” Kayleigh mused.
As prisoners, in the air or on the ground, did it really matter?
The door that closed us off from the rest of the plane opened and Kayleigh stiffened as a woman entered and sat on the bed.
The red hair gave away her identity even before Kayleigh exclaimed, “Sally!”
“Hey, Leigh.” The female offered a wan smile.
“Thank God you’re here. Can you untie me?” Kayleigh shifted to show her bound hands.
“I wish I could, but then Blake would kill me.”
“Oh.” Kayleigh slumped.
“I’m really sorry, Leigh. If I’d have known what would happen, I would have never dragged you along on this trip.”
“Well, you have the advantage because I can’t remember anything past August,” my servant grumbled.
“Still suffering from amnesia?” At Kayleigh’s nod, Sally’s lips pursed. “I told Blake he didn’t need to worry about you but he didn’t want to leave any loose ends.”
