A Tale of Two Dragons
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“Because of Addiena?”
“No. Not for Braith. It’s that father of hers.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I’ve never liked him. Not at all. But he is dangerous. Maybe not physically to you, but he’s not above using others to get what he wants. Keep that in mind.”
“I will. And I’ll stay outside her door to make sure she doesn’t sneak away from here during the night.”
“Excellent plan. I’ll bring you some food so you can eat up here.”
“Thanks, Mum.”
Finally smiling, Shalin went up on her toes, then stretched her arm up so that she could pet Addolgar’s cheek. “My handsome son.”
She winked at him and went down the stairs
“Don’t let that compliment go to your head, brother,” Bercelak said from behind Addolgar, and it took all of Addolgar’s training not to scream and run away. Did the dragon ever make a sound? The big, overbearing bastard. “Mum says the same thing to all her sons.”
Addolgar faced his brother. “What are you doing up here?”
“Can’t I spend time with my own brother just to catch up and talk about old times?”
Thinking on that, Addolgar finally answered, “No.”
Braith was allowed to sleep in Addolgar’s room for the night. She didn’t mind. His room smelled nice. But she had no delusions she was trusted. Not with Bercelak pacing the hallway outside her door while Addolgar rested against it all night long. The brothers never said a word to each other, but they never left either—although for different reasons she was sure. Bercelak, because he still saw her as a traitor even if it had been his suggestion to take her to Arranz’s home deep in the Black Woods about fifty leagues from here. And Addolgar, because he was afraid she would still leave this place in the middle of the night to turn herself over to the Queen.
She would have, too, but there would be no getting past the Cadwaladrs undetected. She did not have the skills for sneaking around. She didn’t lumber as some dragons did, but one could definitely hear her coming and going.
So, instead of fretting about it all, Braith slept until she heard a soft knock on the door. She immediately sat up and Addolgar stuck his head in. He smiled at her, looking surprisingly refreshed since he’d spent the entire night on the floor outside the door.
“We’ll be leaving in about fifteen minutes. That enough time for you?”
Braith nodded. She didn’t primp like some females did. “Are we going as human or dragon?”
“Dragon to start. But bring clothes and a bag for human travel. Just in case, Ghleanna left some clothes for you on that chair over there.”
“And my father?”
“Brigida thinks he may have headed north.”
“North?” Braith let out a breath, horrified. “He’s heading toward the Northlands? To the Lightnings?”
“Perhaps. But don’t worry about that now.”
Easier said than done. Had her father actually joined forces with the Lightning dragons of the Northlands? The vilest, most brutal dragons and one of their greatest enemies until the Iron dragons had reared their curled-horned heads not too long ago.
Braith threw off the fur covering and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood, stretched. And that’s when she realized that Addolgar was still standing there . . . watching her.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“No. You got nice legs, though.”
Braith looked down at her legs. Human legs that she’d always thought were rather thin and weak-looking compared to her legs when she was in her natural form.
“Uh . . . thanks?”
When Addolgar continued to stand there, staring at her legs, Braith pushed, “Addolgar?”
“Huh?” he asked, looking up at her.
“Fifteen minutes, right?”
“Right! Right.” He nodded. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Thanks.”
The dragon stood there a few seconds longer before he seemed to snap out of whatever haze he was in. But before he could move away from the door, a big shoulder rammed into him, knocking Addolgar’s entire body into the wall beside the door.
“Da!” Addolgar exploded at his father.
“You need to pay attention, boy! You can’t let a good set of legs and a pretty smile distract you from what’s going on at all times. That’s how you get your head taken off. And then your mother will cry and I hate when she cries.” Ailean smiled at Braith and winked at her before walking off.
Eyes down, his human face red from embarrassment, Addolgar nodded at her and muttered, “Downstairs then,” before he stepped back into the hall and closed the door behind him.
With a shake of her head, Braith went about getting her things organized. “The whole lot of ’em,” she softly said to herself. “The whole lot of ’em are just daft.”
Addolgar was heading down the stairs when Bercelak caught up to him.
“I don’t like this,” his brother told him as they walked down the stairs.
“You don’t like anything. I’ve heard you complain about the air.”
“It irritates me when it whistles. But that’s not what I’m talking about. When did Brigida become so helpful?”
“I have no idea because I avoid her like the plague I once heard she vindictively spread in that little town near the Desert Lands.”
“Just be careful, brother.”