Light Dragons 02 - The Unbearable Lightness of Dragons

but none of that helped me find the place in my mind that I so desperately sought.
    “Dammit.”
    “One minute.”
    “Problems, Soldy?” Jim asked, nudging my hands.
    “No.” I bit my lip as I hesitated, but the feeling of the dragons around me decided me. “Here we go.”
    I placed my fingers back on the malediction, pulling hard on Baltic’s fire, which always seemed to slumber within me. It roared to life, filling me with its power, racing down my veins until it sparked along my skin. I held the malediction for a second, then unleashed the full force of my magic upon it.
    Golden light flashed before me, then reflected off the window and bounced away, dazzling my eyes in the process.
    “Um . . . Ysolde?” Aisling’s voice sounded strained as I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the stars from my vision. “I think we have a problem.”
    “What? Not another rabbit?” I squinted at the window, expecting to see it changed into a furry little rodent.
    “Gloriosky!” Cyrene gasped. “Is that . . . is that . . .”
    “Yes, it’s me,” Jim said, its voice filled with resignation.
    I spun around and felt my jaw sag as I beheld a brawny dark-haired, dark-eyed man. A naked brawny man. “Jim?”
    The man put his hands on his hips, his lips twisting sourly. “I can’t tell you how much I hate human form!”

Chapter Six
    “ I ’ve never been so mortified in all my life, and that includes the first time I was kicked out of the Court of Divine Blood for trying to get busy with the Sovereign’s favorite collie, and that little misunderstanding with a male boggart who thought I was into bondage. Change me back!”
    Aisling whapped the demon on its butt as May and I peered from the darkened room we’d climbed into, through the slightly opened door, to a lit hallway. “Hush, Jim! We’ll deal with your situation once we have Thala out of here.”
    “Order me to change again! Maybe the first time didn’t take because you weren’t bossy enough, not that I believed I’d ever have a reason to say that, but still, Abaddon might have frozen over or something equally unbelievable.”
    “I think you look quite handsome, Jim,” Cyrene told him. “And you have a really nice butt.”
    “Man, I just knew this was going to happen! Last time I got forced into human form, there were chicks all over me,” Jim grumbled as it adjusted the sweater I’d given it, and Aisling’s jacket, both of which it had tied around its waist as sort of a makeshift loincloth. “How am I going to suck Cecile’s ears when I’m in this form, huh? Huh?”
    “Jim, I know you’re upset—” Aisling started to say, but fell silent at a gesture from May, who hurriedly closed the door, counting under her breath.
    “Guards?” Cyrene asked almost inaudibly.
    “Two of them,” May answered, her ear pressed to the door. “You’re sure Drake said Thala was on the third floor?”
    “Positive,” Aisling answered, jerking when a sudden buzzing started about her person. “Sorry! I thought I turned my phone off. Thank god I left it on vibrate. . . . Oh, no. It’s Drake. I’m going to have to take this, ladies. Jim, go with them and be helpful. Yes, that’s an order. Drake? Hi. What’s up?” Aisling moved off to stand near the window.
    “Let’s go,” May said after peeking through the door. “We have less than a minute before the shift change is over.”
    We left Aisling speaking softly to her dragon and hurried up thickly carpeted stairs until we reached the third floor. We hovered uncomfortably on the landing while May slipped into the shadow world to reconnoiter, returning almost immediately to urge us forward. “We’re out of time. We’ve got to make this quick.”
    “I’m setting my Taser to stun,” Cyrene said, fussing with her gadget as she followed behind us. We hustled down a vacant hallway, stopping in front of a door that bore obvious wards.
    “We need Aisling,” May said, eyeing them. “Unless you can do something with them, Ysolde?”
    I glanced at Jim, who glared back at me, its arms crossed over its bare chest. “Er . . . I think that might not be as helpful as we’d all hope. I can go back and get . . . Never mind, here she comes.”
    Aisling all but ran down the hallway to us, her face pale. “Did you find her?”
    “She’s here, but there are wards, and Ysolde is understandably hesitant to try to undo them,” May answered. “What’s wrong?”
    “Everything. We’ve got to get her out of here,