Maryk blinked at the screen and leaned back in the leather desk chair in his former apartment. All he wanted was to return to Rose, take her to the condo and entice her back to bed, but he wasn"t finished yet. He still didn"t have a concrete lead about the bastards who"d attacked them. They had a few of the lowly grunts, like Hannah, but the organizer and funding source hadn"t been found yet.
He drew his finger down his list of forums and boards. He was almost done.
Wading through the anti-dragon group"s hateful and deceitful posts and forums, looking for more information on the attack, was a crappy way to spend his days, but he needed to feel like he was doing something. He"d started watching many of the groups several months ago. As the heir-apparent to the chieftain of his clan, he ne
