Rogue Dragon by Kassanna

Author:Kassanna [Kassanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Manx sat to Drago’s left and glance around the room, not bothering to conceal his contempt. The depraved idiot had gathered his cronies to form what could be loosely called a court. The room itself wasn’t as large as others that were sectioned off in the warehouse, which had become his temporary home. It was decorated like a royal drawing room, with the groupings of furniture facing an oversized chair flecked in gold, upholstered in red satin and mounted on a dais. Heavy Cerise velvet drapes concealed the barred windows, and the Victorian furniture with the ornately carved arms and legs, on thickly piled rugs the same shade as the curtains, gave the illusion of opulence. Drago sat in his chair like a king receiving his courtiers.

Lesser dragons deferred to Drago about minor matters, feeding into his delusion of greatness. Manx sucked his teeth. What did he care who was in debt to whom? Hell, he used to decide matters of dragon state that could make or break alliances, and ruled on whether or not a dragon could conduct business with humans. This nonsensical posturing was just a parody of what was once true dragon pride. Manx shook his head. No wonder other shifters no longer took them seriously. It was times like this he really wished he could eat a bitch.

Drago was obviously flaunting him to others in a show of pseudo strength by keeping him at his side. Manx coughed and hastily covered his mouth with a handkerchief. He looked at the fabric when he pulled the material away. Crimson stained the white cotton. He needed a little more time to make sure Synda was safe, and maybe find a way to give Drago the slip. He wanted to give his daughter one last goodbye.

Someone cleared their throat, and Manx lifted his head to see what new idiocy Drago had dreamed up. Manx watched as a stranger entered the room. He narrowed his eyes, trying to read exactly who had entered the chamber. The heavy steps of the being, with a thick bulky body and total disregard for those around him, amused Manx.

The creature pulled at the cuffs of his designer suit and smoothed a hand down his tie as if being there was a chore. Manx couldn’t help the smile that split his face. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was looking at a rare species indeed. It had been a while since he’d seen a gargoyle. Hot damn! Reality TV had nothing on the shit that went on in his world. Manx placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward in his chair. Briefly, he met the eyes of the newcomer, and thought he saw surprised recognition when the man’s eyes widened.

“Why are you here, gargoyle?” Drago’s voice belayed boredom.

“I have a message for you, dragon.” The gargoyle threw back the insult of being generalized.

Drago pursed his lips and slid back in his seat. “You have two minutes.”

The gargoyle snorted. “Kirill sends his regards, but being that he is newly bonded, he’s having a hard time leaving his mate.

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