Page 61 of Serving my Dragon
“And leave that cunt and dragon unguarded?”
“Hardly unguarded. Gary’s in the cockpit and let’s be honest, there’s no one stupid enough to go wandering in this storm. Come on, baby. We’ll only be ten minutes or so. Less if I do that thing you like.”
“Let’s go but make it quick.”
Juan tapped me on the arm and whispered, “Now’s our chance.”
“The others aren’t here yet,” I reminded.
“Might not need them if we can free Kayleigh and Polly before they’re done.”
A good point. Could we rescue them without violence? It was worth a shot seeing as how they appeared to only have one other person around.
We swung around the side of the building with Juan murmuring, “I’ll handle the pilot, you locate and free the girls.”
Only my uncle would label a dragon and a grown woman as girls. In his defense, he had quite a few years on both and was raised in a different time.
We entered the well-lit hangar, drenched head to toe. I expected someone to yell or start shooting, however, nothing moved. A quick glance showed a few closed doors, the nearest one labelled office, the window on it obscured by a drawn Venetian blind.
The jet sat parked in the middle, its door open and stairs pushed up to it. Stairs that already held my quickly moving uncle.
I jogged to join him, wincing at the slight creak of the steps as I climbed. Inside the aircraft, I spotted no one, the leather recliners vacant. Juan moved to the gaping cockpit door where we could see a man within, his head tilted back, eyes closed, having a nap. At least he wouldn’t be giving a warning.
I traversed to the closed door at the back of the jet, my heart pounding. Not in fear. Nor even anticipating. More like worry. What if they weren’t there? What if?—
I flung open the door and a beaming Kayleigh exclaimed, “You came for us!”
Which came with a rebuke from Polly. “About time you did your job.”
Chapter Twenty
To my surprise—and a pleasure that most likely had to do with me finally getting a meal and not the person who would be supplying it—Matias appeared to the rescue.
“Of course I came,” he said to Kayleigh, not me. As if she were more important.
Not!
“And to think Polly and I only a moment ago discussed how we needed a hero.”
The man’s chest swelled. “Just doing the right thing. We’ll have to move quick,” he advised. “Blake won’t be distracted for long.”
“He’s not the only one you should worry about,” Kayleigh stated as Matias helped her to her feet. “He’s got a few thugs working for him.”
“Already taken care of.”
“Sally’s with him, too.”
“I know,” Matias admitted softly. “They’re both in the office prematurely celebrating.”
Kayleigh grimaced and it took me a moment to grasp what Matias meant. When I did, I made a face too. EW! Humans and their need to constantly fornicate.
“Can you undo my hands?” Kayleigh asked, showing him her bound hands.
“He needs to get me out of this prison first!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t have anything to cut through the ties or the lock on the cage,” Matias murmured in apology.
“Worry about that later,” Juan barked, appearing behind his nephew. “You help Kayleigh get down the steps and I’ll carry Pollita.”
