Gold Dragon (Heritage of Power Book 5) by Lindsay Buroker

Author:Lindsay Buroker [Buroker, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-08T06:00:00+00:00

15

Trip spotted smoke in the air as he flew north to the capital, but he didn’t sense any dragons up there other than Bhrava Saruth. Had Wolf Squadron driven them all off? The chatter over the communication crystal had died down too. Normally, he might feel disappointed about missing a battle, but it had been a long day, and he’d dealt with more than his share of dragons.

The darkness made it hard to tell how much damage had been done to the city, but he sensed pain and fear from the people below as he flew toward the army fort. In several places, buildings burned, mostly warehouses and canneries along the waterfront, but fires also lit up the night farther inland, in residential areas.

His gut tightened as he thought of the babies. He had the addresses for all the mothers taking care of them and would check on them as soon as he could.

The hangar was well-lit with the big sliding door still open, so Trip flew straight in. The scent of smoke met his nostrils. At first, he thought the building itself had been burned, but the smoke came from the engines and tails of some of the fliers. A few damaged craft had barely made it back to the hangar, and they were parked in the middle rather than in their slots to the sides. A makeshift medical area had been assembled with blankets on the floor and officers sitting or lying on them and others kneeling or standing around.

Trip sensed Leftie and Duck among the injured, and he landed as quickly as he could, praying to the seven gods that the wounds weren’t mortal, that he could heal them. The idea of losing a friend in a battle he hadn’t been there for horrified him.

As Trip vaulted from his cockpit, General Zirkander, his face smeared with soot and his sleeve torn and bloodied, jogged from the office in the back.

“I’ve sent our report to the king,” Zirkander told Tranq, Blazer, and the colonel from Tiger Squadron, all of whom slumped with weariness. “Sardelle is coming to help with healing.” He started toward the blankets, then paused, spotting Trip running over.

“Sorry I’m late, sir,” Trip blurted, feeling awful for coming in after the fight.

Had he made the right choice in staying to help Rysha’s family and dealing with that fop Lockvale? Or might he have been more help here if he’d arrived sooner? Maybe he could have stopped people from being hurt.

“Make way, please,” he said to those gathering around the blankets. “I can heal people.”

Therrik was one of the people kneeling in front of them, and he stepped back, turning with a glower for Trip, his hand reaching for the chapaharii sword at his waist. Trip tensed. This wasn’t the time for this. Therrik stopped his fingers before they wrapped around the hilt.

“Help Kaika,” he growled, shifting out of the way. “She’s one of the worst.”

Trip sucked in a worried breath as he spotted her lying on the blanket, burns covering one side of her face and body.

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