a smack to the face. “Did you say that Duncan is mated to a sorcerer?”
“Yeah, it blew me away, too, but Trent actually is a decent guy once you get to know him.”
“I wonder how Nicholas and Brian took that,” Lester said.
Mick shrugged like it was no big deal, even though Lester knew that it had to have been. “It took a little getting used to, but they’re adjusting. Actually, it’s been a bit of an adjustment for all of us. It’s not easy coming down in the morning for your Fruity Pebblesand seeing a frigging sorcerer sitting there. Not when we’ve been at war with them for so many centuries. There’s been more than a few times when I’ve almost pissed my pants until I remind myself that he’s on our side.”
“You still haven’t told me what this has to do with me,” Lester pointed out.
He’d forgotten how chatty Mick could be at times. Put a damn nickel in the guy and he could go on forever. Usually Lester found the trait endearing, but at the moment, he wanted to get Mick, and whatever other dragons he’d brought with him, out of Dodge. That way Lester could go back to leading his boring, peaceful life.
“Well, now that Trent defected, the sorcerers are going crazy. They’re afraid others are going to go to our side and you, buddy, are number one on their hit list.”
“Me?” Lester pointed at his own chest. “I don’t have any magical abilities at all. Plus, I can’t shift into a dragon. I may as well be a human for all the skills I have.”
“You can’t use your magic because nobody ever taught you. Or at least that’s what Trent thinks. He says once you come back with us, he’ll work with you on that.”
Lester could feel his anger and frustration growing with each passing second. Just when he had finally got his own life, his old one had to come back and bite him in the rump. It simply wasn’t fair.
“And what if I don’t want to go back?”
Mick gave him an are-you-kidding-me look. “It’s either us or the sorcerers and we want you alive. They want you dead.”
“But why do they want me at all?”
“Because they know that Trent will be able to train you to use your powers.” Mick paused and cocked his head to the side. “You’re really having a hard time keeping up with everything going on here.”
“You’ll have to excuse me—it’s been ten years since I’ve been in this world. It’s going to take me some time to catch up,” Lester snapped.
Mick froze, his eyes growing wide as he sniffed the air. Lester’s heart began to pound and his stomach dropped when Mick let out a rather colourful curse—“Motherfucking whore! They’re here now.”
Since all Lester smelt were the usual ER stenches, he asked, “Who?”
“A group of sorcerers. If I had to guess I’d say six, which makes us outnumbered two to one. Which isn’t that bad of odds.”
Lester looked at Mick as if he’d gone crazy. “How are we supposed to beat them when we’re outnumbered like that?”
“I have two more dragons in the waiting room, so I’m not counting you. Don’t worry.”
Ouch! That kind of hurt. But then again Mick had a point. Lester had never been taught to fight or use magic. He was the forgotten child. The one nobody wanted. The one who was always shoved to the side and ignored. And now he was going to have to go back to that environment. Yippee !
Mick jumped down from the examining table and grabbed Lester by the arm. “We need to get out of here—now.”
“I can’t just walk out. I’m in the middle of a shift. What do I tell my co-workers?” Lester protested.
“Tell them that you just hurled or something. I don’t care. Just do something to get the hell out of here without calling too much attention to us.”
They walked out of the exam room to see three sorcerers walking down the hallway in their direction. They were all huge, muscular and dressed in head-to-toe black. So much for not calling attention.
“Shit!” Mick said.
He jerked Lester
“Yeah, it blew me away, too, but Trent actually is a decent guy once you get to know him.”
“I wonder how Nicholas and Brian took that,” Lester said.
Mick shrugged like it was no big deal, even though Lester knew that it had to have been. “It took a little getting used to, but they’re adjusting. Actually, it’s been a bit of an adjustment for all of us. It’s not easy coming down in the morning for your Fruity Pebblesand seeing a frigging sorcerer sitting there. Not when we’ve been at war with them for so many centuries. There’s been more than a few times when I’ve almost pissed my pants until I remind myself that he’s on our side.”
“You still haven’t told me what this has to do with me,” Lester pointed out.
He’d forgotten how chatty Mick could be at times. Put a damn nickel in the guy and he could go on forever. Usually Lester found the trait endearing, but at the moment, he wanted to get Mick, and whatever other dragons he’d brought with him, out of Dodge. That way Lester could go back to leading his boring, peaceful life.
“Well, now that Trent defected, the sorcerers are going crazy. They’re afraid others are going to go to our side and you, buddy, are number one on their hit list.”
“Me?” Lester pointed at his own chest. “I don’t have any magical abilities at all. Plus, I can’t shift into a dragon. I may as well be a human for all the skills I have.”
“You can’t use your magic because nobody ever taught you. Or at least that’s what Trent thinks. He says once you come back with us, he’ll work with you on that.”
Lester could feel his anger and frustration growing with each passing second. Just when he had finally got his own life, his old one had to come back and bite him in the rump. It simply wasn’t fair.
“And what if I don’t want to go back?”
Mick gave him an are-you-kidding-me look. “It’s either us or the sorcerers and we want you alive. They want you dead.”
“But why do they want me at all?”
“Because they know that Trent will be able to train you to use your powers.” Mick paused and cocked his head to the side. “You’re really having a hard time keeping up with everything going on here.”
“You’ll have to excuse me—it’s been ten years since I’ve been in this world. It’s going to take me some time to catch up,” Lester snapped.
Mick froze, his eyes growing wide as he sniffed the air. Lester’s heart began to pound and his stomach dropped when Mick let out a rather colourful curse—“Motherfucking whore! They’re here now.”
Since all Lester smelt were the usual ER stenches, he asked, “Who?”
“A group of sorcerers. If I had to guess I’d say six, which makes us outnumbered two to one. Which isn’t that bad of odds.”
Lester looked at Mick as if he’d gone crazy. “How are we supposed to beat them when we’re outnumbered like that?”
“I have two more dragons in the waiting room, so I’m not counting you. Don’t worry.”
Ouch! That kind of hurt. But then again Mick had a point. Lester had never been taught to fight or use magic. He was the forgotten child. The one nobody wanted. The one who was always shoved to the side and ignored. And now he was going to have to go back to that environment. Yippee !
Mick jumped down from the examining table and grabbed Lester by the arm. “We need to get out of here—now.”
“I can’t just walk out. I’m in the middle of a shift. What do I tell my co-workers?” Lester protested.
“Tell them that you just hurled or something. I don’t care. Just do something to get the hell out of here without calling too much attention to us.”
They walked out of the exam room to see three sorcerers walking down the hallway in their direction. They were all huge, muscular and dressed in head-to-toe black. So much for not calling attention.
“Shit!” Mick said.
He jerked Lester
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