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inside her, his thrusts hard and fast. Morgan moaned and sucked harder.

    Baylor glanced sideways at Alan Caldwell who was sitting in an armchair across
    from him. His expression was grim and Baylor almost smiled. Caldwell had a thing for
    Morgan and it nearly killed him having to watch two other men using her.

    Not that the bitch minded being used. When Caldwell had recruited her to help
    him get rid of that pesky witch, Sara Kincaid, she had let him know—in no uncertain
    terms—that she wanted to be a model. Baylor had arranged to make that happen, but he
    enjoyed the extra bit of malice in making Caldwell watch and not touch, especially since the man hated him. Caldwell was loyal only because Baylor knew where his fragile,
    elderly mother lived.

    Baylor let his gaze slide over to Toby Clark who, as usual, fidgeted. The kid was
    lanky and looked like a nerd and was mild- mannered to boot. The perfect combination to be any bully‟s victim. Knowing that Clark‟s virginal sister was wheelchair-bound made
    him an even more perfect mark.

    “Did you make any progress with the vet?” he asked.

    Toby swallowed nervously. “I think so. The other reporters were accusing her of
    setting up a publicity stunt and I acted like the nice guy.”

    “And?”

    He swallowed again. “I‟m going back tomorrow morning and ask for an
    interview.”

    Baylor grunted and spurted into Morgan‟s mouth, then pushed her face away.
    Carl gave a final thrust and finished as well.

    “See that you don‟t fail me this time,” Baylor said to Toby.

    Toby‟s face turned bright red. “Yes, sir.”

    “Caldwell. I‟ll need for you go back to that lunatic Smith and tell him you got an
    offer to write a book and you want to include a chapter on his weaponry. The vet and
    that damn warlock paid him a visit before the dragon was sighted. Somehow that nutcase
    is involved in this and I want you to stay close.”

    “Got it.”
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    “Landon, you‟re going to be the stakeout. Stay hidden, but follow the warlock.”

    “I could follow Michael,” Morgan said.

    One of Baylor‟s brows lifted and he almost smiled. He knew the little bitch was
    hot to rut with the warlock. “I‟m sure you would like nothing better than to follow him, but I want you to infiltrate the vet‟s clinic. The media is going to be pouncing and you do have a gift for public relations.” Public sexual relations too, he thought.

    She looked disappointed, but nodded.

    “That‟s my pet,” he said. “Now go, all of you. I want everyone positioned by
    tomorrow. We have to find out what the second verse to the damn riddle is. I do not
    intend to lose the sword as well.”

    He waited for several minutes to be sure they had all cleared the hotel and then he
    called for his car to be brought around. He had discovered a ley line—a source of
    universal energy—not far from the Dallas County line, near a lake. It would be from
    there that he would call the white dragon.

    The white dragon had beaten the red in Vortigern‟s time. With Baylor‟s help, the
    white would destroy the red this time and evil would gain a stronger foothold in the
    world.

    Baylor smiled, anticipating the outcome of that.

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Chapter Three

    The knight crested the hill, silhouetted against bright moonlight that dappled the
    rocky crevices lining the canyons of Palo Pinto County. It reflected on his armor. The big destrier pawed the ground, anxious to charge.

    Sophie‟s eyes flicked from him to the dragon that sat atop a butte across a small
    ravine. It puffed small balls of smoke, much as an old train steam engine stoking up to move forward.

    Her feet were rooted to the ground between them. “It‟s going to attack!” she
    screamed at the knight, but only a small squeak emerged.

    He looked down at her and pulled his sword. The dragon snorted, shooting fire
    that set the sword aflame. The great warhorse reared as the knight