When Jasmine ran toward Kylan in dragon form, Dillon let out the breath he didn"t know he was holding. He hated the panicked fear in her voice, but with her at Kylan"s side there was at least a chance that he would survive.
If he didn"t need to tend to Kylan he"d go and avenge the damage those other dragons had done. He"d—
Her sob cut through his anger.
First, he had to care for them. Both of them. Then there would be time for righting the wrong.
She was wringing her hands, standing a few feet away from Kylan, when Dillon joined her. He put his hand on her back and rubbed it softly. He couldn"t offer platitudes, because Kylan was in real danger. Pain twisted through Dillon"s guts at the sight of his partner"s lifeless body.
"You." Korwyn, one of the medics tending to Kylan, had stoppe
