HAMMER
“There is only one known substance to drop a dragon shifter. These bullets are laced with it. Take me to Ms. Jackson, and you’ll not have to feel the pain they will give you. You can give her to me, and we can work out another arrangement for your prison sentence. Okay? We can be friends.”
Hammer quickly snuffed out the irritation that shot through his body. Being annoyed with himself wouldn’t help him get out of this mess.
Instead, he dropped the bag of food and raised his hands, pretending to give up quickly. The gun lowered from his neck.
Hammer huffed, pleased. A slight smile c****d the side of his mouth, and his dragon flared to life.
Hammer spun with arms and legs swinging. He knocked the gun out of his attacker’s hand while his foot made contact with his stomach.
“Ooof!
