For a split second, regret flashed in Michael’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a hard look. “She made her choice to follow your no-good cousin. She has to live
with her decision.”
Her dragon growled. I don’t like him.
She ignored her beast. “One thing I could never figure out was why was Finn such a horrible leader, in your opinion? All he wanted to do was reach out to the humans and work with them.”
“Aye, and soon we would be bowing down to them more than we already do. Dragons were once revered and feared. It should always be that way. Only the clan leaders keep us from claiming the land and resources we deserve. They’re all afraid of the DDA, the cowards.”
Faye raised a brow. “So, eating people somehow makes you fierce and powerful? That sounds a bit crazy to me.”
“It’s not crazy to want to rule what should be ours. Especially if we obtain some of the weapons the dragon hunters are using against dragon-shifters, then no one could defeat us unless they were willing to bomb their own country and risk their precious people.”
Her dragon spoke up. The DDA needs to find him a counselor. He is delusional if he thinks the British government will turn things over to him after killing a few people. If Hitler couldn’t take this country, I doubt one or two dozen dragon-shifters could.
In his way of thinking, it was the dragons’ help and not the Americans that prevented Hitler from ultimately occupying this country.
Her dragon huffed. The Yanks were helpful, but we could’ve held our own. German dragons may be bigger, but they lack endurance.
Not wanting to debate her dragon, Faye ignored her beast to focus back on Michael. “I truly hope you see the light one day. Maybe then you’ll realize that giving up your family for an unrealistic power play was foolish.”
Michael growled and tugged on his chains. Faye had calculated their length and stood at a safe distance. She didn’t so much as flinch. She added, “Your window of opportunity is closing, McFarland. I give you until the end of the day, and then we’ll step back and allow the DDA to do whatever they wish. However, if you change your mind, Finn might be able to pull some strings so that you can fly again before you die.”
With that, she turned and waited for the human guard to open the cell. A younger Protector might’ve been disappointed in the interview, but Faye knew that planting ideas and letting them fester could sometimes do more to persuade a prisoner than punching them.
Given Michael McFarland’s selfishness, he would probably want to protect himself over his compatriots. She’d bet her life’s savings the male would cave.
Her dragon sighed. I detest him. I hope his stubbornness wins out and he withers away inside a jail cell somewhere.
And that would help the clan, how?
I didn’t say it was helpful or logical. I just don’t like him.
Faye snorted. I’ll make sure to tell Grant your feelings. It’s nice to see you’re warming up to him.
Her dragon harrumphed and fell silent.
Faye waited for the DDA’s solicitor in a small room not far from the holding cell. She paced the area, anxious to leave so she could talk with Grant. He would be less than pleased if his father continued to hold out, but her interview hadn’t been a complete bust. The pieces of information she’d gathered thus far could help them formulate a plan.
Chapter Thirteen
Grant watched as Cat, Max, and the others made the final adjustments to their displays. It’d been too many years since he’d had to merely watch over anyone and he was close to climbing the walls.
His dragon said, Maybe you understand the younger Protectors now.
Aye, I do. But I still won’t avoid giving them guard or bodyguard duty. Besides, few of them would be waiting to hear how an interrogation went with their father, aye?
Perhaps. But I trust Faye. You should too.
I trust her. I just want to know what the bloody hell happened.
Lachlan clapped, signaling it was time to depart, and everyone moved toward the far end of the room.
The only question was would Faye arrive before they left. If not, then Grant wouldn’t be able to talk with her until they were safe inside the B&B.
His dragon chimed in. A few minutes won’t kill you.
When they finally exited the room and piled into the vans that would take them back, Grant surveyed the surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. If not for Faye being away, Grant would excuse himself to do proper surveillance from the air.