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Dom didn’t even try to kill him for it.

Helen stood too close to Dom a few times as we made our plans, and I didn’t even take an axe to her.

Well, well, weren’t we were all making progress toward becoming mature adults. Maybe in a few neat centuries, we’d be all grown up.

Everyone was wearing matching armored tactical gear. I really didn’t know how much it could help considering we were going up against at least two dragons and one other slayer, but it was better than nothing, I supposed.

“You will stay far away from their slayer,” Dom told me quietly. It had been his favorite subject since he’d found out we wouldn’t be the only ones with the power to kill dragons in this fight. “Harvey and I will focus on him first, and I don’t want you anywhere near him in the meantime.”

I nodded. That was fine by me. Just thinking about him turned my stomach into a pit of anxiety.

The plan was simple. I’d take Caleb, Christian, Sloan, and Cam and go after my father.

Sven would lead Helen, Hamish, James, Jasper, Corbin, Henri, and Calum to take the second dragon.

Dom and Harvey would join my team directly after killing their slayer, but chances were almost 100% that my father was the more powerful dragon of the two and they would have Sven so I thought it was as even as we were going to get.

The other was likely one of Villi’s sons, my cousin Ragnar, Sven was certain, and would be formidable but not at the level of my ancient father.

“Are you sure you can do this?” I asked Sven on the flight. He was quiet and spent most of his time meditating which I didn’t know how to take. Was he having doubts about our new allegiance against the family?

At least he didn’t hesitate to nod firmly. “I can. It won’t be pleasant but it is a necessary evil. Keeping our sister’s eyes in a jar on his desk is more than enough justification on its own.”

I stared at him with wide eyes. “Is that really what he’s doing?”

He shrugged. “It’s a figure of speech but it’s as likely as anything.”

“Quite a figure of speech.”

He smiled and it was wry. “Par for the course considering our childhood.”

“Par for the course? You into golfing these days?”

He laughed and waved me off, “I’ve been working on my modern turns of phrase. Now I’m going back to meditating if you’re quite finished making fun of me.”

“Enjoy,” I told him, moving to stand next to Sloan.

“How are you related?” I asked Sloan. I nodded toward Calum.

She glanced back at him, and they met eyes and they both gave a casual chin up at each other. “My brother.”

“I had no clue you had a brother.”

“Half-brother, and we weren’t raised on the same continent so we don’t know each other that well. He moved to the States recently.”

That was curious. “You could be twins.”

She shrugged. “My dad had a type,” she said laconically.

Alright then. Change of subject time.

“Cam seems to be calming down,” I observed. We were near the front of the cabin, Cam near the back talking to Dom, but at my comment he looked at me and glared. Oops, he’d heard. I looked away like nothing had happened.

“Hard to tell,” Sloan said, glaring back at him. “He has a tendency to hold on to grudges beyond all sense of time or reason. Excuse me, that reminds me I need to have another word with him.”

As she left Christian approached me and we watched as Sloan said something brief to Cam, and they both disappeared into the plane’s private cabin.

We looked at each other, raising our brows and covering our mouths in tandem.