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They were problems for later.

The male dragon moved closer and cooed at him. That sounded friendly but, it might have also been ‘you look delicious’. “Yeah mate, she’s going to be fine, and you guys can hang out in the car park for a bit until we find a better place.” Because they couldn’t stay there. Could they?

“Put the ramp down so she can get off,” the farmer called. Then he swore and got out. Stomping around to the end of the trailer. It was fine for the farmer to walk to the end of the trailer. His side was free of dragon. The male was so close to him his hot breath swept over his skin. He gagged but kept on smiling, because vomiting on a dragon’s foot was rude—he didn’t need anyone to tell him that.

With the ramp down, the female seemed to understand what to do. And she remembered not to put weight on the leg as she limped off the trailer.

The male nuzzled against her neck and licked her face. He sniffed her leg and clicked as though asking about it. Then he moved onto her wing, and while Noah was no expert on dragons, his tone changed as though concerned.

Had the female already realized she would never fly again?

Noah bit his lower lip at their obvious care and affection for each other. And for a couple of heartbeats, the chaos of the last couple of days didn’t matter. He’d helped reunite them.

He’d saved a fucking dragon!

He sniffed as his eyes prickled.

The male gave his mate a nudge towards the car park, and she limped over. He leaned over the trailer and grabbed the cow in his teeth. Maybe the conversation had simply been. ‘I’m too tired. You can carry the cow.’ But it hadn’t seemed that simple.

The farmer folded up the ramp. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You, too.” Then he followed the dragons into the car park. They retreated to their corner, and he walked up the steps to the back door. It was unlocked, and there was music playing.

Noah hesitated, then went in and shut the door. “Nan?”

He took a few more steps, but there was no one in the kitchen. “Nan?”

Had someone broken in to take advantage of some free drinks?

“At the bar. Come and join us,” Nan called.

Noah heard Maeve’s laughter—it was hard to forget; she sounded like an overexcited guinea pig.

He walked more cautiously toward the bar and paused in the doorway, taking in the scene. Nan was behind the bar, and there were four long-haired…somethings with Maeve sitting opposite.

The long-haired beings looked like they were a thousand years old and had never used moisturizer. Their skin was sallow and deeply wrinkled and they wore the same strange clothes that Pan had been wearing.

His gaze flicked to the door that led to the palace. It was open. He swallowed. They were vampires. His grandmother was serving drinks to vampires.

She turned and smiled at him. “Don’t mind the bodies. They’ll be collected tomorrow. We’re having a bit of a wake.”

It was only then that Noah noticed the bodies wrapped in sheets stacked to one side. Right. A wake for the dead vampires. All completely normal.

Like being the centaurs’ guests. And the dragons out the back and the fact that he had more magic than a god.

Was he sure he wasn’t injured and in a coma or something?

“How did it go with the dragon?”

“Yeah. Pa—Silas is helping the vet with the centaurs. He won’t be back until later.” He leaned against the door frame, like his battery had hit zero, having skipped low-power mode.

“Have a seat. You can tell us about it. This is Lord Feryn. He’s still learning English, but he’s picking it up very fast,” Nan said, pointing to one of the vampires.

The lord gave a single nod. His lips turned down as though the weight of two worlds was crushing him. “Thank you for your assistance.”

When he spoke, the tips of two fangs became visible. Noah’s heart stuttered and stopped. Dragons were one thing. A god with no magic another. But vampires having a wake in his grandmother’s pub—vampires with actual fangs, who looked like something out of a horror movie—that was too much.

“Let the boy sit,” Maeve said. “He’s exhausted. You know what he needs? He needs a bit of that euphoria. That’ll perk him up.”