calm enough so we can think of a plan to get our mate back.
Our mate.
I knew she would have others, she was too strong not to, so I don’t care about that as long as they are honourable men. These men…I guess they will do. One is clearly insane with a strange blade obsession and a wall covered in other images, the other watches us both, cataloguing everything. He is powerful, but also soft. I guess it will be up to me to save our mate.
“I’m hungry,” I tell them, looking over. “I require sustenance or I will end up ripping the souls from everyone and eating them instead.”
“Fucking hell,” Griffin snaps and leans forward. “Fine, your fucking majesty, we will feed you, and then when we come back you will help us get our mate.” Each word is spit like it hurts to say.
“Thank you, I appreciate the title as well, but I am no longer a king. Sir will suffice.” I nod at the fallen, and he throws himself forward with a snarl, but he’s thrown backwards into the wall by the forest god who points at both of us.
“Behave,” he warns, his voice filling the room like a banshee roar.
I frown. “I am confused, why is he angry?”
The forest god rubs his head as if it pains him. “Why me?”
We file out of the house and I stare at the metal contraption which is lower than the one Jean Claude provided for me. “We will not all fit in that.”
“Then fucking fly, you dragon prick.” Griffin throws his hand in the air and clicks something, then lights flash and a beep sounds. I start to change to protect us before the forest god stops me with a look and opens the back door.
“Get in, dragon.”
I snort. “I ride in the front.” I open the other door and try to cram myself in—my knees are up by my head, which is bent due to the low angle.
I grumble as the car rumbles to life and we take off into the city. I reach out and start pressing buttons on the dash, music blares out, changing every second as I flick between things. Griffin starts to slap my hand away, so I slap him back, and I hear Nos sigh in the backseat.
“Little Monster, can I kill them?” he mutters, before he raises his voice. “Children, stop, or there is no food for anyone, and when we get Dawn back I will tell her.”
A forest god telling our mate on a dragon and a fallen. How amusing.
We end up at a place where the fallen explains they make burgers, whatever that means. I am led inside, and there are children everywhere, screaming and running around in maddening circles as parents ignore them.
“Sheep,” I mutter.
“Finally, something we agree on,” Griffin mumbles, and then shows his teeth to a little human girl who stops before him. She grins at him and he huffs and pushes past her, but she follows after the fallen.
He leads us over to a white machine. “Order here,” he snaps at me, and crosses his arms, glaring at the child who stares back.
I look at the contraption and clear my throat. “I require food, meat.”
Nothing happens, so I try again in a louder voice. “Meat.”
Frowning, I look at the fallen, but he is still glaring at the child. “Squire, I require meat, lots of it, please.” I tack on the last part, remembering my manners. The fallen sighs and presses something, and I nearly jump back as what looks like items of food scroll down the screen.
“Meat, I require meat!” I yell at the machine, but all it does is blink, scrolling through a list of items, something called a salad. “Confusing device, give me meat!” I roar, shaking the machine and ranting.
When I am done, I look over to see four humans in funny little hats gaping at me from behind a counter, and then a child starts to cry and it is followed up by more and more of them.
“Someone get the man some meat,” the fallen drawls, “before he has a tantrum and kills everyone.”
The servers jump into action, and in under a minute a plastic tray is offered to me with shaking hands piled high with meat. “Many thanks, squire.”
“Y-You’re welcome,” he stutters. “How would you like to pay?”
I blink at him and then smile. “Fallen, pay the man,” I call, and then turn away, finding a table away from as many people