Page 69 of Second Chance Dragon Chief

“It seems that Dax was perhaps a little heavy handed with some of our community the other day. I am sure you could have done anything to avert it, of course. I am sure you did all you could to smooth things out. So, I am of course grateful. But myself and others on the council are a bit concerned that perhaps he is not taking this threat seriously enough.

While she was not Dax’s biggest fan at the moment, she knew he was definitely on the case.

“Finch, if I may, Dax is handling it. I get it, with the history here between shifters and fae, you have your doubts. But I can assure you he is taking things seriously. Even as we speak he is already investigating a potential deal that is to go down in the next few days. If all goes to plan they will catch both the dealers, and the buyer.”

“But do you think we can really trust him and his pack to look out for our interests?”

“I understand your concerns, I really do. I almost called the Herald myself I have been so freaked out, but I really think we need to trust Dax on this. I get it, that can be challenging at times.”

“The Herald. Interesting. Okay, thank you, Bloom. It is good to know he is on the case. We are very appreciative of your insights on this.”

Etta’s voice pulled her attention away from the call.“Let’s all go sit in the back, then. For some tea. And you can tell us all about it. How’s that sound?” Etta said reassuringly.

“That sounds great, thank you,” said Chris, as they all headed through the fairy room, which was still largely in a state of disrepair after the incident with the shifter earlier in the week.

She could see Chris visibly relaxing in the presence of the witches. Then again, after Dax’s grilling, she wasn’t surprised. Still, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least the story with the women seemed to be resolving itself. This was where they belonged.

If only she felt as good about where the same circumstances had brought her and Dax.

CHAPTER20

Dax was trying to figure out why Bloom had been acting so weirdly lately.

“You okay, boss?” Rollo said, as he strolled into the bullpen at the Tribunal.

“Just peachy. Can’t you tell?” he said in a voice that approached a growl.

“Hey, just asking. What’s the problem?”

“You mean other than the rogue dealers loose, two people dead, and Etta on the way over? You know we are fucking up when the witches get involved. Oh, and for some reason, Bloom has decided I suck at doing my job. Is that enough problems for you? And this is on top of the usual.”

“Okay, okay. I thought it was something serious, like that we were out of coffee or something.”

Dax huffed a breath and cracked a smile for the first time that afternoon.

“Thatwouldbe a tragedy,” he agreed as he rested his head in his hand as he sat at his desk.

“But I get it. We’re getting both barrels today. Explain again why the witches are on the way?”

“Do I have to? This is making my head hurt,” Dax moaned. “But okay,” he said as he sat back in his chair.

“Etta just called. I guess Bloom is setting Chris and her daughter up with the witches and they brought Etta up to speed on everything we discussed at the Den. So Etta insisted on coming over to interview that thug we pulled off the road. As much as I may complain, fact is I’m not arguing. At this point, it’s all hands on deck.”

“Oh I thought you had Jack on him already?”

“No, dude was a little too out of it. But just as well. Etta is a force in the interrogation room.”

“She’s a force period. Just let me know when she’s coming so I can make myself scarce.”

“Then you better get going because she’ll be here any second now,” Dax said.

“Great,” Rollo said…

“And Bloom is coming too.”

“Oh great. So, we are being invaded by fae as well as witches! No offense.”

“Hey that’s my mate you’re talking about,” Dax said, feigning anger. “Just kidding, man, maybe they cancel each other out?” Dax said.

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