DRAKE HAD MADE ARRANGEMENTS for his group’s return. Flights had been booked for four plus one. He looked around the small cottage the red dragons had let them live in, watching three dragon men try to dance around one another to make breakfast. They’d come to offer aid in the white dragon uprising and help begin the process of creating human dragon embassies worldwide.
He never expected that he would leave with his mate in tow, no matter how cross and cold she was. Rhys assured him that the woman he knew now was not the woman she’d been before the uprising. Before, Layla was full of laughter and mischief. The desire to protect, one that they all had burning inside of them, had led her down a path of trauma and confusion.
Drake would uncover the real Layla, not the woman she’d been or the
