Tous les chapitres de Dark Dragon : Chapitre 41 - Chapitre 50

He ducked into the medical helicopter, practically throwing her on the stretcher.It was large enough for ten people to move around comfortably. Marcu joined him, appearing out of nowhere. 

The king and queen descended the stairs of their mansion.They both were beautiful, he with long flowing silver hair and piercing silver eyes. The king was tall with broad shoulders and his elven features He wore a robe made of silver material, with some kind of armour underneath. 

In front of her was a room, filled with armed guards, two women and three men, all dressed in black shirts and green camo pants.The coppery stench of old blood filled the air. Behind them, she could see a man, with his arms chained to the ceiling. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear, Jason.Madchen covered her mouth as one of the guards, a tall lanky african american

“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down.“You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,”

The house itself was built in the fashion of a beach bungalow, like some of them Madchen had observed in Miami. The stucco exterior was painted a pretty peach hue, a homage to the marvelous sunsets only appreciated in this corner of the world. The house itself was surrounded by the ocean, so clear one could see to the bottom in some places. The whole area had an aura of warmth and comfort. 

Drago pulled her back to his chest, and slowly guided her head back, her flaming hair caressed by the warm water. He took his time with  her hair, softly washing it, caressing her long strands.It felt so wonderful, so glorious,that she fully relaxed and let him take control.“Can I touch you?” he actually asked, and patiently waited for her reply.

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there. 

Actually, Madchen thought to herself, she didn’t look too bad. Her long fiery hair cascaded down her back, and her freckles dotted her nose, and altogether, she was pleased. Angel seemed happy with her work, and they headed down the stairs to the huge living room. 

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work.“They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.”