The Dragon Kings Book Twenty-Five

The war is over, but Isa is still trapped in the castle.

Grace has secrets she’s terrified to share with Isa now that her memories have returned.

Together they must decide the future of Isa’s kingdom. But first, they fight for Isa’s freedom

and her fate…

Grace stepped out into the blinding sun, leaving the building behind her in ruins. Liam followed. She ran a hand over her stomach. She was pregnant with Jude’s baby. She didn’t know what to think about that. Her magic allowed her to sense the baby’s presence. She and Isa would have a long talk if they all survived, and she wasn’t sure how Isa would take this.

Grace was happy but also sad that she wouldn’t be able to raise the baby with Jude.

“That was a pretty cool piece of magic,” Liam said, distracting her from her musings.

Grace shrugged. She just killed her father, and she had no idea how she felt about that. Right now though, it didn’t matter because they had to get back to Isa and hopefully save her. Grace would process her father’s death later.

Without warning, all around them, doors opened. People stepped out and gawked.

Liam looped his arm through hers. “Act normal,” he whispered in her ear. He led her away from the ruined shop and nodded to a man who stood at his door in a dressing gown.

Grace tried to ignore the stares, but they were everywhere. People spilled out into the streets and followed them. She expected the exploding building would attract attention, but everyone was strangely subdued. No one said a word. And they weren’t staring at the building. They were staring at Grace and Liam.

And following them.

It was so weird.

“What’s going on?” Grace hissed.

“I don’t know, but we need to get away from them so we can fly home.”

“Why don’t you just change now?” She looked over her shoulder. The people were closer and still silently crowding in.

“The alley is too narrow. I’d never get my wings out. We need to find an open field.”

Grace didn’t like this. If the villagers suspected they’d killed Hiram or Broheim or whatever his name was, the crowd might try to detain or hurt them.

They came to the end of the lane and onto the main street.

“Is this wide enough?” she asked.

“No. Not with all the people. I could accidentally trample someone.”

They found another small alley that led to the fields beyond and rushed through. Then they stopped dead. On the other side were dozens of green dragons.

“We broke the spell.” Grace’s voice caught in her throat. They’d freed the people.

“What?”

“When we killed my father, the spell that kept the dragons in their human forms broke. Look at them all.” Grace had never seen so many dragons in one place before.

More and more villagers came onto the field, all changing into green dragons. Liam and Grace stayed back by one of the buildings, hoping to not draw attention to themselves. They weren’t following Grace and Liam. They were freeing their wings.

One of the dragons turned back into a man.

“Fellow dragons,” he yelled. “This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. The time of the rebels has come. To the castle.”

He returned to his dragon form and took to the sky with the rest following.

“What does he mean?” Grace looked at Liam, whose face had paled.

“He means to kill Isa. These are the rebels who came to us and asked for help.”

Grace’s stomach fell. If Drew hadn’t killed Isa yet, these dragons would tear her apart.