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“That was easier than I thought,” Crag grunted.
“For the dragon-shifter – now we have to capture the feathered creatures that escaped,” Zeb snapped.
“What about his symbiot?” Crag asked, turning to look at Zeb.
“It won’t attack us if it thinks we will kill him. Contain it in the back room; then tie the old dragon up,” Zeb instructed.
“Why don’t we just kill him now?” Crag demanded, looking down at Asim’s inert body.
Zeb frowned and shook his head. “The creature will attack us before he dies. The only way to get away is to contain it until we are ready to leave. Once we have the woman, it won’t come after us or attack us – especially if we kill the warrior.”
“Whatever you say,” Crag said with a shrug.
Zeb jerked his head toward the building. “Pull him into the barn,” he ordered.
