The hunters and trackers left, but Jason and Meg stayed behind. She was biting her lip, something she rarely did. Damien had known her since she was a child, and it was obvious something was bothering her.
“What is it?” Damien stood, facing her. Meg rarely showed any nerves, but she looked ready to bolt.
“You’re going to kill me for this, but I think it’s my fault that Charlotte is in Russia.”
“What? Why?” Jason demanded.
“When I was in London tracking the Belishaw dragons, I came across something.” She turned on her cell and pulled up a picture of a needle in an evidence bag. “I found this at the scene. It was in that Sinclair dragon’s other house, a residence he kept a secret from the public.”
Damien nodded. He remembered all too well Meg’s report on the British member of Parliament
