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  TEARS OF THE DRAGON

  A ZODIAC SHIFTERS PARANORMAL ROMANCE

  - ARIES -

  Copyright © 2017 by Cara Wylde

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Josh Parker stepped over a rock, trying to keep his camera steady. He grunted in effort, then pushed himself harder up the steep mountain trail. He was not made for this. His palms were sweating as he was gripping the camera for dear life, his glasses were covered in dust, and he could barely breathe from the sustained hike. They had been at it for two days now, waking up at the crack of dawn, having a quick breakfast, then breaking camp and attacking the Egrisi Mountains again. “I deserve this. It’s my own fault I’m here. Stupid, stupid, stupid.” It had become a mantra in Josh’s head. He could think about nothing else. Not even about the advance payment Aileen Callas had transferred to his bank account, nor the double of that sum waiting for him at the end of this adventure.

  “Hurry up, would you?”

  Nadia was waiting for him up the hill, hands crossed over her generous chest. Her brows were furrowed, her sweaty blonde shoulder-length hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, but she still managed to look gorgeous. Nadia Azarov – the sexy, curvy assistant who would never look at a lanky geek like Josh. He sighed and approached her with big, steady steps.

  “I think this is a perfect place,” she said. “What do you say?”

  Josh looked over the impressive landscape. This part of Georgia was a sight to behold, indeed. Not many tourists dared to trek in these mountains, but the lakes below were worth the effort. Or so Josh kept telling himself. He shrugged.

  “Sure. It’s just as good as any.”

  Nadia rolled her big, doll eyes, then walked ahead. Josh tried to keep up with her, at the same time angling the camera in such a way that he could catch both Nadia’s sexy back, and Aileen’s profile as she stopped to admire the view.

  “Are you ready?” Nadia asked Aileen.

  Aileen looked at her friend and assistant for a second, trying to figure out if she had the energy to do this now.

  Josh stopped, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and positioned his camera to film Aileen’s pretty face. She was a tall, curvy brunette, with dark green eyes, and tanned skin. Her long, wavy hair was tied in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She was just as sweaty and tired as all of them, but she could clearly pull this off better. The truth was that none of them was used to this kind of physical effort, but while Josh was cursing the moment he had said “yes” to Aileen’s proposal, and Nadia was probably doing the same, although she was careful not to let it show, Aileen was motivated by something much more important than money.

  “Yeah, it’s fine,” Aileen said.

  Nadia pulled out the microphone she had with her. She hoped it would do its job well enough.

  “Can you tell us where we are, Aileen?”

  The brunette smiled at the camera. Josh could tell the last thing she wanted was to be interviewed again. They had done it for the past five days, when they started packing their equipment in Massachusetts, and she was fed up with it. On the other hand, she had been the one who insisted they made a documentary.

  “I think Luka, our guide, can answer that question better than me.”

  She turned around and called Luka. When the middle-aged man appeared beside her, Josh made sure to get a good close-up. He was thin, of medium height, but his body was strong and lean. There was not an ounce of fat on him, and the ripped muscles could be seen through his T-shirt and tight trekking pants. For a 50-year-old guy, the Georgian looked amazing. He answered Nadia’s question in a calm, soothing voice, dominated by a strong accent.

  “Well, we’re in the Samegrelo Region, trekking through the Egrisi Mountain Range. As you know, we started in the Ganarjiis Mukhuri village two days ago, but we still have a lot of ground to cover.”

  Aileen nodded.

  Nadia stepped aside, trying to stay out of the camera frame so Josh could focus on her friend and the guide. She did her best to keep the microphone in front of Luka.

  “It’s not an easy journey,” Aileen smiled.

  Luka shook his head. “No, it’s not. In fact, not many people explore these parts of Western Georgia. You came in the right season. It’s a bit easier in August, but even so, many tourists prefer to get in the mountains by helicopter, do some camping, take some pictures, then head back to more welcoming parts.” The man chuckled. “Still, I think the view is worth it.” He motioned towards the lake lying between the mountains.

  Josh made sure to follow his gesture with the camera and film the lake while the guide went on.

  “The lakes in the Egrisi Mountains are formed by glaciers that eroded the rock only to melt and fill the space created.”

  That made Josh remember how thirsty he was. He’d have to wait. He moved the camera back to Luka and Aileen.

  “Thank you, Luka.”

  The guide smiled and turned around. They had taken enough of a break.

  Aileen motioned for Nadia and Josh to follow her. She started walking after the guide, doing her best to offer her profile to the camera.

  “We’re close, aren’t we?” asked Nadia, still holding the microphone.

  “I hope so.”

  “Why are we here?”

  It wasn’t the first time when Aileen was answering that question, but she thought Josh would probably edit the film later and choose the best parts.

  “We’re here, in the western part of Georgia, which a long time ago was known under the name of Colchis, to prove that my theory about Jason and the Argonauts is true.”

  “And what is that theory?”

  Aileen smiled, lost in thought for a good moment. No matter how much she dreaded these short interviews for her documentary, she never got tired of telling this particular story.

  “What our students learn at Harvard University, and all over the world, about the Greek myth of the Golden Fleece is wrong. First of all, we’re here to prove that it’s not just a myth. Yes, the Golden Fleece existed, Jason, his Argonauts, and Medea are real historical figures, and the Guardian is also real. Moreover, I believe that Jason never slain the Colchian Dragon and never got the Golden Fleece.”

  “Wow! Your theory turns everything we know upside down,” said Nadia.

  “It does, doesn’t it? I think it’s time to find out the truth.”

  “So, what you’re saying is that you beli
eve the Golden Fleece and its Guardian are still there? I mean… here, forgotten somewhere deep in these mountains?”

  Aileen furrowed her dark, perfectly arched brows. It was always risky to answer that question truthfully, but she had come this far.

  “As with any myth, we can’t know for sure how much of it is ad litteram, and how much is pure metaphor. The Golden Fleece can be any kind of treasure or artifact, and the Guardian can be anything. Honestly, I don’t expect to find a dragon.” She laughed. She wasn’t reckless enough to say she expected to find a dragon, in the heart of the mountains, in 2017. “The Guardian can be a statue of a dragon, or maybe some kind of puzzle we need to solve to be able to find the artifact. I don’t know. At this point, all I can do is speculate.”

  “Thank you,” said Nadia.

  She motioned for Josh to cut the film. It was enough, for now. Walking and talking at the same time was quite exhausting, and there was no reason for them to do it too often. Nadia was sure Josh would have enough material to work with.

  Luka turned around to wait for them to catch up.

  “Is it true?” he asked Aileen. “You really don’t expect to find a real dragon?”

  Aileen laughed again.

  “Seriously, Luka. It’s not funny.”

  “Oh, but I am serious.”

  The brunette stopped to catch her breath and study the man’s face for a moment. Nothing about his posture said he was making fun of her.

  “You were born in the Mukhuri village, right?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “When we arrived, I got the impression that all the villagers are quite superstitious.”

  The guide chuckled. Apparently, he found Aileen’s reasoning very amusing.

  “You come looking for the Golden Fleece, and you’re saying I’m the one who’s being superstitious?”

  Aileen shook her head.

  “It’s one thing to study the myths of the ancient world, and another thing to take them for granted. I’ve been teaching Mythology and Folklore at Harvard for a couple of years, and I can make the difference between something real and a metaphor for something else. The Colchian Dragon can be nothing else but a metaphor.”

  Luka shrugged and continued on his path. They were wasting too much time already, and arguing with Professor Aileen Callas was no use. He had learned that two days ago. She was one of those American academics who thought they knew it all just because they spent all their waking moments reading books and writing theses.

  When the guide let the subject drop, Aileen bit the inside of her cheek and increased her pace. She wanted to tell him more about her theory, much more, but she didn’t believe it was the right time, yet. The second she started talking, Josh would turn on his camera, and Nadia would begin asking questions. Well, she couldn’t blame them. They were only doing their jobs. But, sometimes, she felt like screaming “time out!” and pulling them aside to tell them what she really thought about the Golden Fleece and the Guardian. However, doing that came with a risk: Josh, Nadia, and Luka would surely conclude she was crazy, and abandon the journey. She couldn’t afford to let that happen. It had been hard enough to convince Josh and Nadia to come along and help her on this mission. She couldn’t lose them now, not when she felt they were getting close. Very close.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The day passed slower than the day before, and the day before that. Luka was the only one who seemed comfortable with their insane schedule. While Aileen and Nadia were doing their best to keep up, constantly telling themselves the light jogging they did on campus every day had to mean something, Josh was just trying to keep it together and not scream at the top of his lungs that he wanted to go back. Not on foot, but via teleportation, preferably.

  They stopped in a wide clearing and set camp. Even Josh had gotten better and faster at setting up his tent. When he was done, he went to help Nadia. Taking advantage of his enthusiasm to show that he was getting really good at perching up tents, the blonde left him to it and said she would take care of dinner. Josh sighed. He was hungry, yes, but he would have also liked to spend more time with Aileen’s hot assistant.

  Nadia was clever, too, not only sexy. Her Russian origins were showing in her pale skin, blue eyes, hourglass figure, and long legs, but her mind was as sharp as a knife. She was 25, four years younger than Aileen, and still doing research and writing on her PhD in Greek Mythology. Her dream was to become like her mentor, Aileen Callas, one day.

  Beautiful, successful, intelligent, and independent, Aileen was envied by all the women around her. Oh, and it didn’t matter that she was constantly buried in books and didn’t have time to date. Men were falling at her feet like flies. Aileen had to be careful not to indulge too much in the sweet romantic nights they offered her out of the blue, otherwise she wouldn’t have time for her career. Sometimes, she wondered why all men, regardless of age, education, or social status were so attracted to her. She honestly believed Nadia was sexier and more appealing, with her white complexion and doll eyes, but men seemed to come to her like she was this big, delicious magnet, and they were mere specks of metal. Not that she was complaining…

  Josh finished setting up Nadia’s tent, then turned to look for the blonde. He sighed when he saw Luka was keeping her company as she was preparing dinner over a small fire he had lit. Aileen was nowhere in sight, though. Josh perked up his ears, trying to listen carefully to the forest. If she had decided to go for a walk, she couldn’t be far. He had never been the heroic type, but it didn’t matter that he was lanky, thin as a ladle, and wore huge, square glasses. He still didn’t like the idea of a woman walking alone through the woods. He went to look for her.

  Aileen was sitting on a rock, facing the lake below her. She had wanted to spend some time alone, with her thoughts, and a short walk revealed that they were still close to the edge. If she stood up and took a couple of steps ahead, she would get that sickening feeling that she could fall at any moment. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard footsteps approaching. She jumped up and turned around.

  “Oh, fuck you, Josh! You scared me!”

  Josh raised his hands, waving awkwardly.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I saw you were gone, and I got worried.”

  Aileen cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

  “About me?”

  He shrugged.

  “Sure. Why not? I would be just as worried about me if I started getting the impulse to walk alone in the wilderness.”

  Aileen laughed and sat back down on her rock. She motioned for Josh to sit next to her.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  For the thousandth time that day, Josh looked at the lake and the mountains. The sun had set almost completely, and the moon and stars were covering the clear night sky.

  “I can’t believe I’m here,” he whispered.

  “Me neither, to tell you the truth.”

  “Yes, but you wanted this so badly… I, on the other hand,” he chuckled nervously. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but all I can think about is how much I’d love to sleep in my own bed, back at home.”

  Aileen laughed. Josh was such an adorable, gentle soul. He was only 21, and he was attending the Film and Visual Studies at Harvard University, studying to become a film director. Last semester, he had taken one of her courses on ancient mythology as an optional, and that was how they had met. When she decided to go on this journey and try to make a documentary, Josh Parker had been the first person on her mind.

  “Can I be honest with you?” she asked. When Josh nodded, she continued: “Every step on this dreaded mountain trail makes me want to stop, give up, and just go back to the US. But I can’t do that now. I’ve made a decision, and I have to go through with it. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t see this through to the end.”

  “Or, they wouldn’t forgive you…”

  She smiled, but there was sadness and disappointment in her deep green eyes.<
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  “It doesn’t matter what I do and what I discover,” she said. “If there’s nothing there, no Guardian and no Golden Fleece, they won’t forgive me for coming up with such a wild theory. If I do prove my version of the myth is the correct one, they won’t forgive me because I succeeded in turning years and years of history upside down on a whim. That’s the academic world for you.”

  Josh shook his head slowly. He knew exactly what she was saying.

  “You know… when I took your course, I found your theories fascinating, but I still stuck to the books. I mean, what you were saying was interesting and all, like a good story, but I thought it was just that: a story. I never expected anyone to take you seriously.”

  The moment those words left his lips, Josh mentally slapped himself. He couldn’t believe he’d just been so rude to her.

  “Sorry, that’s not what I meant…”

  Aileen laughed.

  “It’s okay. In my first years of teaching, I didn’t believe anyone would take me seriously either. That’s why I started to voice my thoughts much later.”

  “Do you regret it now? Seeing where we are and what we’re doing?”

  “Oh no, not in a million years. I wanted to do this since I was a kid. Come here, visit the country once known as Colchis, see the place where the Golden Fleece was supposedly held with my own eyes. What happened last semester was the impulse I needed to gather my courage and actually do it.”

  “It was still unpleasant.”

  “It was.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with it.”

  She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. Josh was one of the good students. He didn’t believe her, but he didn’t go complaining to other professors that she was teaching them bullshit. That had been what a group of chirpy cheerleaders had done: went to Professor Ian Franklin’s office and told him Miss Callas was preaching how the myth of Jason and the Argonauts was wrong, how Medea tricked Jason and brought him a fake instead of the Golden Fleece, and how the Guardian and its treasure were still there, waiting, in the heart of the Egrisi Mountains, in a country so small that they didn’t even know what language people spoke there. Aileen appreciated the fact that Professor Franklin had at least had the presence of mind to tell them the Georgian language was spoken in Georgia, and the country even had its own alphabet, but she still didn’t appreciate how he had burst into the professors’ common room and made a joke out of her and her theories. She had felt so humiliated that day, that she had barely found the strength to keep her tears at bay. Angry at his reaction and at her other colleagues’ refusal to at least listen to what she had to say, she promised all of them that she would go to Georgia that very summer and prove her theory to be correct. Then, they would all be busy fixing the history and mythology they had studied and taught their students for years.