by A. Bulthuis
“Yes my sneaky friend I did. Did you find out what I needed? I’m assuming he contacted you first.”
“You would be right and yes I did as you asked. They are at his cottage in the mountains. The one you found in the middle of his repairs. They will suspect nothing.”
“Very good, very good.” Tossing the man a bag of coins Mattison smiled devilishly. “You’ve done well. Go before someone sees you now.” With a flurry of silver hair and magick the other man was gone.
Mattison couldn’t believe how well his plan was going. Soon the world would be under the right control and he’d have the perfect mate beside him. Standing there he thought it was the perfect time to pay his baby brother a visit after he cleaned up the loose end Palturn had left behind.
“Yes, soon my dear feisty dragon you will taste was a true leader is.”
Shifting, he took off towards the Himalayas as the city lights gleamed off his scales. They looked like black flames come to consume the world.
