Kissed by The Dragon: (The Dragon Lords - Book 2)

by K. T. Stryker

  Ryan spent an uncomfortable night in the cell tossing and turning this time worrying that he placed Steph in an impossible situation. If it hadn’t been for him she would be still be working for Peters, Watins and Roe none the wiser about dragon shifters working her way up the corporate ladder.

  But that wasn’t entirely true and Ryan knew it. The whole pairing a dragon with a seneschal thing was part of Rhea Gentrix’s plan to bring her children back into her fold. Thinking about Rhea angered Ryan. He didn’t understand how one person, okay, dragon could be so callous toward her children. She may have thought that the children she adopted out would naturally follow her plans. But Ryan never would and he suspected that once they knew many of the other adoptees would feel the same way.

  But first they had to be told.

  Ryan figured he should be the one to tell them.

  After he got out this legal mess, of course.

  Having a new purpose calmed Ryan. He could do some good in the world. Anything he could do to alert other of Rhea’s children would be a worthy purpose. He finally got a few hours sleep before the guard woke him.

  “Here are clothes your father sent for court. You better get moving. We’ll be loading the van in a half-hour.”

  Of the other two other men going to court he was the only one wearing a suit and tie. One didn’t look at him and the other sneered. There was no convict camaraderie in this small space that rocked side to side as they moved down the road.

  “Hey,” said one. “I know you. You’re that dragon.”

  “I’m no dragon,” said Ryan.

  “The news said you were.”

  “Whoever said that got their facts wrong.”

  “They say,” said the other man, “that there is a witness.”

  Ryan looked off to the side. “Then they lied.”

  “You’re rich,” said the second man as if that was a crime.

  “And you’re not. Congratulations.”

  “How much money do you have?” asked the first man.

  “Enough,” said Ryan.

  “Think you’re above us, don’t you? Well, you injured two policemen. That will get you twenty years at least.”

  “Thank you,” said Ryan. “I didn’t realize you were an attorney.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “No thanks. You aren’t my type.”

  The second man laughed. “You’re a funny dragon.”

  Ryan shook his head.

  The transport stopped suddenly. The guard opened the window between the driver’s section and the back. “We’re here. Behave yourself.”

  Finally, Ryan was led into the courtroom. The spectacle of Ryan Kaur in shackles and handcuffs caused a stir as he entered. Steph stood at the defendant’s table and gave him a small smile.

  The bailiff read the charges. Ryan admitted it was an impressive list even for him.

  “Your honor,” said Steph, “I ask for the charges to be withdrawn. Mr. Kaur did not evade responsibility. He took me to the nearest hospital for treatment. I can personally attest he did not kidnap me.”

  “Objection, your Honor. This is in direct contradiction of the facts.”

  “Please, your Honor, this is an arraignment, not a trial.”

  “Your objection is noted, Mr. Prosecutor, though Ms. Brooks is correct. Ms. Brooks there are substantial charges, and Mr. Kaur is not a stranger to the court. The charges stand. A court will decide whether or not they are false.”

  “Excuse me,” said a thin reedy voice at the back of the courtroom. “Alan Watins, your Honor, from Peters, Watins and Roe.”

  “Come forward, Mr. Watins. Do you represent Mr. Kaur?”

  “Yes, sir, we’ve been the Kaur’s US attorney for many years. Ms. Brooks is our associate assigned to handle certain matters for the Kaurs. But she was not assigned to handle criminal matters.”

  “See here,” sputtered Ryan’s father.”

  “Order,” commanded the judge.

  “I apologize for the confusion,” continued Mr. Watins. “I filed with your clerk an Amicus Curiae brief detailing the various charges and how they will fail in court examination. In fact, my firm was the attorney of record of for Ryan Kaur’s adoption. You’ll find his birth records that certify his totally human parents. You’ll find a statement from the chief of police in the town were Mr. Kaur was arrested for gambling that Mr. Kaur acted as a confidential informant, and helped to break up a dangerous gambling ring. Finally, you will find a statement from a Miss Jenna Cantor, the so-called “witness” to the last night’s incident detailing that she gave her report for revenge because Mr. Kaur stopped seeing her socially. You will also find a statement from one of the police officers from last night’s incident. In this statement, he says he witnessed Mr. Kaur rendering assistance to the officer’s fallen partner. I’m sorry, your honor, but the prosecution’s case is built on conjecture and false information. We can proceed at your discretion but I second Ms. Brooks request to have the charges withdrawn. We don’t need to engage the court in a lengthy trial because of several misunderstandings.”

  “Well, Bill,” said the judge looking pointedly at the prosecutor. “Is there any truth to any of this?”

  “This is all news to me. And it’s supposed to be an arraignment. You haven’t even asked his plea.”

  The judge drummed his fingers on his desk several times before answering.

  “I’m sorry, Bill. But I think you are in an uphill battle on this one. Mr. Kaur, this is your lucky day. I’m dropping all the charges. But don’t darken my courtroom again.”

  “Thank you, your Honor,” said Ryan.

  “Release Mr. Kaur,” said the judge to the courtroom guards “And the court is recessed for lunch.”

  Ryan winked at Steph. “Good job.”

  “I didn’t do anything. It was Mr. Watins who did it all.

  Watins moved closer to them as people filed from the courtroom.

  “And just what is your game, Watins?” said Ivan Kaur.

  “I just want a few minutes with Ms. Brooks,” said Mr. Watins. “It won’t take long.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Steph

  Guards stepped up and released Ryan from his handcuffs and shackles. Steph turned to Mr. Watins as he stepped away from the Kaurs and beckoned her with his hand. She followed as far as the courtroom doors and stopped. With her fist clenched by her sides she asked, “What do you want?”

  “Come along with me, Ms. Brooks,” said Mr. Watins. “And I’ll explain it all to you.”

  She shook her head. “I’ll wait for Ryan.”

  “You know the types of documents I turned in? I can just as easily turn in quite another version, one not so favorable to the Kaurs. Come with me now.”

  Ryan’s attention was on the guards letting him loose and the elder Kaur was standing behind his son. Steph followed Mr. Watins reluctantly out of the courtroom and out of the building.

  Immediately two beefy security types were behind her and each took one of her arms.

  “Get her into my limo.”

  “Stop this, Mr. Watins. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  “Yes, you are, if you want to protect your dragon. And since you are a seneschal you most certainly do.”

  Steph was taught to overcome overwhelming odds, but even she knew that she couldn’t take on two men that each had a hundred pounds on her. And Watins knew the truth, every bit of it about Ryan, and could undo everything he did to get Ryan free.

  “What do you want from me?” said Steph.

  “Stop stalling and get into the limo,” growled Watins.

  Steph looked over her shoulder but didn’t see either Kaur, father or son. She walked down the courthouse steps trying to figure out a way to get out of this, but for the life of her Steph couldn’t see how.

  She slid into the limo every thought in her brain screaming at her not to do this. The two security men followed her taking up residence on the seat opposite her. Then Watins got in and sat next to
her.

  Steph narrowed her eyes as Watins, that rat, go into the car. “What do you want?” she said scooting as far from him as she could.

  “Actually,” he said pulling a syringe from his pocket. “I want you to go to sleep.”

  Steph struggled but the security men held down her arms and Watins jammed the needle painfully in her arm.

  Ryan, help!

  Steph had no idea how long she was out or where she was. When she woke, it was in a room of whitewashed limestone. Pillars of gold rose on each side of the room and through the center of it and met gold arches in an interlaced pattern on the high ceiling. She supposed all that gold was gold leaf painstakingly applied. She moved and found she lay on a metal framed couch like one she saw in a museum at a Roman Antiquities exhibit. The mattress under her was thick, but it was hard as well, and her bones ached from laying on it.

  There were no windows in this room. The light came from skylights that ran along the edge of ceiling. She stood and took in her surroundings.

  She found that her street clothes were gone. In their place, she wore a long linen robe that reached to the floor. There was a heavy wood door to her left-hand side, but when she pulled at the door ring that served as a handle it wouldn’t budge.

  Apparently, Steph was a prisoner. But who’s prisoner and why?

  The door creaked open and a golden-haired woman wearing a robe much like hers entered bearing a tray.

  “Hello,” she said. “I’ve brought you some food.”

  “Where am I?” demanded Steph.

  The woman serenely walked to the only table in the room, a heavy looking thing also made of metal and set the tray down.

  “Come eat,” the woman said.

  “Not until I get some answers.”

  The woman sighed. “Humans, so stubborn. Come. Sit. Eat. I will tell you what I can.”

  She pulled the cover off the plate and sat on a chair.

  “Please,” she said indicating the chair at spot she placed the food.

  Steph sat and looked at the food. The woman arched her eyebrow and Steph took a bit of a vegetable.

  “That’s a start, I suppose,” she said. “I am Reanne, daughter of the queen of the dragons.”

  Steph stopped eating and stared at Reanne.

  “The queen of the dragons? Ryan told me about her.” Steph thought it wasn’t politic to add that Ryan called her scary. And she couldn’t imagine being brought to this place, though she had no idea where in the world it would be.

  “Yes. I met Ryan,” said Reanne with a gentle smile. “I liked him very much even if he angered our mother.”

  Steph felt a stab of jealously as she absorbed this bit of information. What did this woman have to do with Ryan? She didn’t like the thought at all of this buxom blonde haired beauty anywhere near Ryan. But then the force of Reanne’s words hit her. “Our? Ryan is her son?”

  “Yes.”

  “So that makes you his sister?”

  “If you prefer human terms, yes. We don’t use familial terms like that. To Rhea I am one of her many subjects, useful upon occasion.”

  “It doesn’t sound like you two have a great relationship.”

  “She is the leader of the dragons. That is what she is to me. Rhea didn’t have much to do with me after I hatched.

  Steph coughed on her food.

  “Hatched? You hatch from eggs?”

  Reanne shrugged. “The ones where eggs are laid, yes. We have multiple methods of reproduction. Some young are gestated internally. It just depends on the circumstance of conception.”

  “And Ryan? Did he hatch like you?”

  “Yes. Our mother only lays eggs. That is her preferred method, though the failure rate is higher than gestating internally.”

  Steph rocked back in shock, first from learning that Ryan hatched from an egg to learning that dragons had a choice in how to reproduce.

  “Each method has their pros and cons,” finished Reanne with a gentle smile. Stephanie found that she liked this dragon and she had to work hard to remember that she was a prisoner here.

  But she was bursting with curiosity about dragons too and this might be her only opportunity to question such a talkative tutor.

  “Tell me. Why do dragons look like humans so much of the time?”

  Reanne dipped her head. “You really don’t know, do you?”

  “Know what?”

  “You look like us. We were here first, before your primitive ancestors. We were few on this vast planet and we needed a labor force. We took the primitives and manipulated their DNA to be more like ours, without the dragon component, of course.”

  “But everything we know, humans evolved over a long course of time.”

  “Yes, you did. It took many, many generations to evolve the genome toward usefulness. We almost gave up.”

  “So dragons created humans?”

  “You can say that. But there also came a point where you took hold of your own evolvement and grew past being our servants. The one job that survived was that of seneschal, the bridge between dragons and humans. Seneschals have a little bit of dragon DNA in them to help them communicate with dragons. But it did something else too, something we did not foresee. Seneschals became irresistible to some of our dragons. Seneschals and dragons mated mixing their DNA. That was not supposed to happen. This angered my mother greatly to have hybrids among us. She killed whole generations of seneschals. We have not had them in the human population for six hundred years.

  Steph swallowed hard.

  “She brought me here to kill me?”

  “Yes,” said Reanne sadly. “That is her purpose. And to lure Ryan here. She will not let go of the idea of Ryan joining the ranks of the dragons and running Kaur industries for our benefit.”

  “Well, he won’t do it.”

  “I know. Our mother does not. But she may be persuaded to see reason. When she sees that Ryan will not cooperate if you are dead, she might relent. She is always focused on her goals.”

  “That sounds wonderful,” said Steph sarcastically. “Well, I don’t want Ryan coming here. It’s dangerous for him.”

  “But he will. He mated you and he’ll be looking for his mate. And he’ll find you. Mated males are very good at doing that.”

  Reanne looked at Steph’s dinner plate.

  “I can see you don’t have much of an appetite.”

  “The dinner conversation isn’t conducive to digestion.”

  “We have to go now, anyway. Mother expects us in the courtyard.”

  Steph pushed away the tray. She thought it was an excellent idea to get out of this room. If Steph got out in the open, she might be able to plan some sort of way out of here. She was taught to escape and evade, and damn it, she was going to do that if she could.

  Reanne gave her a look over her shoulder as if she could read Steph’s thoughts. She shook her head but continued down long hallways with gilt columns and arches. There were also murals of different scenes on the walls, but they were moving too quick to examine them.

  Soon Reanne led them out of the caverns and into an oval of grass that was surrounded by broken walls and turrets. A large stone table sat in the center and Steph recognized this place from the dream she had. She looked at Reanne and realized she was the woman from the dream as well.

  As she stood staring at the scene a long line of people filed from the dark entrances to the cavern on either side of the grassy oval. They stood in a semi-circle around the stone table.

  And then one woman came out, followed by a dark-skinned man and she walked straight to Steph.

  She snorted, as she looked Steph up and down.

  “This is what my son chose to mate with.” The look of disgust on her face made Steph want to smash her fists into the queen of the dragons.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Ryan

  Ryan wasn’t thrilled that Watins appeared and gave a crock of nonsense for his defense though he certainly was happy that he was out of jail. His
father was equally thrilled.

  “Let’s get our lawyer and go out to dinner?”

  “Watins?’

  “No. I’ll make sure that jerk gets fired good and proper. I don’t want him around my business ever again.”

  “Good,” said Ryan. “I feel the same way.”

  Ryan wanted to celebrate with Steph and thought that maybe tonight he would ask her to marry him. Though Steph and he knew they would be together always he wanted to make it official for the whole world to see. With a smile on his face he looked through the courtroom for her. When he didn’t see her there he walked through the atrium and then searched for her outside.

  Steph!

  But there was no answer to his call to her mind and Ryan began to get worried.

  His father walked out the courthouse steps. “Where’s Steph?”

  “I don’t know, dad. I can’t find her.”

  “She must be here somewhere.”

  “The last person she was with was Watins.”

  “That snake,” hissed Ivan Kaur. “Of course he wanted to speak to her. Probably lured her outside too.” His father pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

  Ryan’s heart skipped a beat while he waited with his father for someone to pick up the line.

  “Damn right I want to leave a message. You tell Alan Watins I want a call from him immediately,” said his father. “This is Ivan Kaur, and yes, he has my number. He damn well better have it.”

  “Damn ass,” said his father. His face was white and his hands were shaking with anger. He made another call.

  “Roberts, I need a location on Alan Watins as soon as possible. No. He’s kidnapped Ryan’s—he kidnapped Steph Brooks, the new lawyer I hired. No. I didn’t ask you to do a background check on her. Just find him.”

  “Do you think,” said Ryan, “that will do any good?”

  “Roberts is the best. That is why I hired him.”

  “But, dad. The more we learn about Watins, the more we find he is involved with the dragons. He could have her anywhere or do anything to her. Damn it, dad.”