Crystal Dragon King: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #5: A Red Letter Hotel Paranormal Romance by Ava Ward

Author:Ava Ward [Ward, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ava Ward (Jean Lowe Carlson LLC)
Published: 2020-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17 – HIGHWAY

Driving out of Luxor in the fully-stocked Jeep, packed with plastic containers of water, oodles of camping supplies, food, and gas, Layla leaned an elbow out the open window, sad to see the city go. It had been a whirlwind twenty-four hours. And though Tarik and Amira had been there to see them off from the guesthouse, Amira expressing her regrets that she and Layla had not been able to have a heart-to-heart, Layla knew she had more to see and do in the Twilight city.

But Dusk’s homeland called, and as they crossed a white bridge over the Nile to the west bank, Layla’s heart soared like the river-birds diving and swooping to catch morning fish below. They were on to a new adventure today, and though some of it worried Layla, the rest was pure elation. She’d never seen a Crystal Dragon clan-home, much less Dusk’s, and his fidgety, eager restlessness this morning was affecting her and Adrian both.

Tapping his fingers in a Middle Eastern rhythm on the sill of his open window, Dusk leaned an elbow out of the Jeep in a similar manner to Layla. His summer-blue eyes were hidden by his chic sunglasses as he stared out over the rugged hills and plateaus rising up out of the desert to the west, beyond the river’s oasis. As Yousry turned onto a rough road, heading out through the last of the greenbelts and palm trees towards the barren hills and arroyos beyond, Adrian sat beside him in the front seat, helping navigate as they both scented the winds.

Dressed in tan linen slacks and a white linen shirt with his sleeves rolled up, Adrian was elegantly casual today. Wearing sunglasses in a classic style, he had an almost 1950’s look about him, whereas Dusk in his usual way had gone ultra-modern. But Dusk’s outfit of a white Cuban shirt and form-fitted jeans plus rugged hiking boots was good for the desert also, as was Layla’s garb.

Wearing a cream silk maxi-dress with a deep v-neck, plus modest gold jewelry, Layla was comfortable in the heat as the sun baked down upon the hills and arroyos past the Nile. Her sable curls were pulled up into a messy bun, out of her face as the wind whipped, their party driving a steady thirty-five away from the river north and west. Just past the last of the green, the road gave out to a plethora of rutted tracks that plowed through the hills in every direction, and Layla soon realized why Adrian and Yousry were scenting the winds to figure out their location.

And though Dusk lounged in back, Layla could tell he was alert also – feeling for the Crystal Highway that would take them into his homeland.

“This one, here.” Dusk spoke suddenly, and Yousry turned the Jeep hard to the left, heading into an arroyo that wound steadily up into the tallest heights, the land around it rising in slow ridges to the west. As they coursed

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