Dragonfury 02 - Fury of Ice

him.”
    He threw Bastian an incredulous look. “You’re shitting me.”
    “Nope,” B said. “The yellow fucker…the male that kept attacking him . ”
    Rikar’s heart picked up a beat, thumping hard. A Razorback. Mac had gotten a hold of a rogue, one that might have valuable intel. Holy shit. Maybe the night didn’t have screwed up plastered all over it. Maybe he could salvage something from the snafu. Bring Angela home the information she wanted and—
    He needed to reach his boy…fast.
    Putting his wings to good use, Rikar streaked over the Port of Seattle. Still a mess from their showdown with Ivar, the shipyard lay in shambles. Busted-up steel containers, cracked concrete, a beat-to-shit industrial crane, and an ocean freighter with a huge dent in its hull were only part of the tally. Nothing but dark dots on shadowed pavement, the humans scurried around. In clean-up mode, men drove forklifts and front-end loaders in the hopes of returning everything to the status quo.
    Rikar snorted. Good luck with that. The second Wick—the brother that liked to toss heavy machinery around for kicks and giggles—flew by, the place would only get fucked up again.
    Reaching the middle of the bay, Rikar circled once, searching the water beneath the spray of four-foot waves. A pinpoint glow caught his attention just below the waterline. Bingo. He had a lock on Mac. Aquamarine eyes aglow, the male surfaced with the yellow dragon. Bladed tail swishing, webbed claws out in full force, Mac controlled the Razorback completely, playing with him, letting him take a breath before dragging him back under.
    Rikar’s mouth curved. He couldn’t help it. Mac was vicious, beyond the pale of good behavior. And shit, that just make him proud. Too bad he didn’t have time to let the cop explore the good, the bad, or the ugly side of his nature. He needed the enemy male alive. Conscious enough to spill his secrets.
    “Mac.”
    The male growled in answer.
    “Bring the Razorback up.”
    “No.” Holding the rogue’s head under, the nine-inch-high blade running down the center of Mac’s spine broke the surface of the water. Rikar stared at it for a second, watching it knife through the choppy spray. Christ, a shark’s fin didn’t have a thing on the male. The sight freaked Rikar out a little. It would be next to impossible to haul Mac out of the ocean if the cop didn’t want to come. Mac was in his natural habitat. Even a frost dragon couldn’t compete with that. “He’s mine.”
    “Come on, man. I need him.” White scales flashing in the moonlight, Rikar made another pass, watching the distorted shadows beneath the waves. “Stop fucking around.”
    Mac hissed.
    Rikar snarled in return, the sound aggressive and sure. All about being an XO, not a buddy.
    Air bubbles popped like blisters, breaking the surface of the water. Afraid the rogue was already dead, Rikar snapped, “Mac! Get your ass up here! Or I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna turn you into an ice cube.”
    “Miiine.”
    Terrific. Threatening the idiot wouldn’t get Rikar what he wanted. Mac was too far gone. It was a case of instinct over intellect. For a fledgling, it was normal. For a warrior, it could prove deadly.
    Rikar changed tack, using the one thing he knew Mac would respond to…even with the mind-fuck the male had going on. “Angela needs him, Mac . He’s got intel that your partner needs. Without it, I can’t keep her safe.”
    “Fuck.” A pause then, “Your word. I get to kill him after…my way.”
    Circling in behind him, Bastian joined the party. “Deal.”
    In an instant, Elliott Bay’s choppy surf went smooth. No waves. No ripples. Absolute stillness, like a pane of blue-white glass. Freaky. And really fucking cool. Especially when the water shifted, began to turn and dip, getting sucked toward the bottom of the harbor. As a whirlpool opened beneath Rikar, the wind came up, howling as it whipped the smell of brine into the air.
    “Incoming,” Mac said. “Catch.”
    Yellow scales flashed in the swirling depths of the funnel. A second later, Mac launched the rogue out of the water and into midair, turning the enemy dragon into a torpedo.

Chapter Seventeen
     
    In his usual spot, flat on his back in the middle of the concrete floor, Forge cracked an eye open as steel clicked against steel. It sounded like a gun being cocked at close range. But nay, it was just the door to his prison getting put to good use. The soft hiss of hinges