A Tale Of Two Dragons (4 page)

“Against her will?”

Meical scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course not. She’s as involved in this as the rest of us.”

“The rest of us?”

Afanen said with a dismissive shrug, “The soldiers here. They’re loyal to Father. Well . . . except for that big Cadwaladr oaf.”

“Good thing they sent him and not Bercelak,” Meical noted. “Or Ghleanna. That would have been messy.”

“Do you really think he’s just going to let her go without a fight?” Braith asked, her mind already racing.

“No need for all that.” Meical stepped back as Lady Katarina came through the trees, three of the soldiers with her.

“It’s done,” Katarina announced, her eyes on Braith. Locked on Braith.

“Good, my lady,” Meical said. “Then we should be off quickly.”

Katarina kept her eyes on Braith and, for a few brief seconds, she thought the female was challenging her. But then Braith realized . . . she wasn’t. She was, however, trying to tell her something.

Braith cleared her throat. “Uh . . . what about Addolgar?”

“He’s been handled,” Meical insisted.

“And if he’s not,” Afanen told her, “the rest of the soldiers will ensure he is before they follow us.”

“You lot go then,” Braith said brusquely. “I’ll make sure he’s taken care of.”

“Braith—”

“We don’t want to get this bit wrong, brothers. Father will have
your
asses if we do.”

“She’s right,” Meical agreed. “Go. Make sure he’s done, then follow the soldiers to our next location. They know where to go. Understand?”

“Of course.”

Katarina nodded at Braith, her eyes widening a bit before she turned from her and took to the air.

Braith waited until her brothers and the three soldiers followed before she turned and charged back toward the campsite.

She found the remaining guards surrounding Addolgar’s body. They glanced at her as she burst through the trees, but quickly refocused on Addolgar.

“I don’t think he’s dead yet,” said one.

“Should we wait?” asked another.

“No,” he said, and Braith began to panic. “Kill him. Let’s be done with it and go.”

 

 

He was only unconscious for a bit, but Addolgar had quickly figured out that Lady Katarina had poisoned him, though she clearly hadn’t given him enough to kill him. One of his cousins liked poisons and understanding how much poison to use based on weight and gender and age was something all good poisoners learned. True, Katarina might be a bad poisoner, but if she’d been really trying to murder him, she most likely would have overcompensated, giving him enough to kill him instantly and with great pain and blood.

No. He was certain she’d known what she was doing, but she probably hadn’t counted on these soldiers hanging back to make sure he was dead. They probably wouldn’t have bothered for anyone else, either, but they would never take a chance on a Cadwaladr surviving. That was something a royal like Lady Katarina would not understand.

Addolgar could move, but he was weaker than normal and so he waited, pretending to be unconscious, hoping that he’d get a chance to use the element of surprise to his advantage.

While he waited, he used his mind to call to his sister, a skill all immediate kin had with each other.

Addolgar should have known his brother had sent someone to shadow them, but he would be forever grateful. Still. Ten minutes could be a lifetime if he couldn’t stop these bastards before they hacked him to death. Yet before he could come up with a plan, Addolgar heard Braith’s voice. Gods, was she part of this, too? No. He couldn’t imagine that. Not Braith. There was something about her that seemed . . . well . . . she seemed not to care about much of anything. He couldn’t imagine she would bother betraying the Queen. So he refused to think she’d start now. Especially when she’d been the one to warn him about her father’s hand-picked soldiers.

“You lot go on,” Braith ordered, and Addolgar opened his eyes just a bit so he had a good idea of where everyone was standing . . . and what his odds were. “I’ll finish him,” she said, holding up an eating dagger sharp enough to cut his throat.

The soldiers nodded and began to move away . . . except one. That one, a big Red, held up his claw, halting the others. His blue eyes narrowed on Braith and, after a moment, he said, “That’s all right, Lady Braith. Your father’s orders were clear. We kill the Cadwaladr and then we go. This isn’t something you need to worry about.”

With a jerk of his head toward Addolgar, the soldiers turned back to him, all of them pulling out their swords. Behind them, Braith let out a sigh, her head momentarily dropping. Perhaps her father’s control over her was greater than Addolgar had thought. It seemed valid. He was clearly a dragon to fear.

But then she raised bright green eyes, her gaze locking on the soldiers. Fascinated, Addolgar couldn’t even focus his attention on his imminent death. Instead, he continued to watch Braith.

Watched as she grabbed two of the guards by their hair with her talons, using one forearm for each. She yanked them back, flipped
both
of them up at the same time, and then brought them down hard, their necks snapping in the process. Before dying, the two males cried out, startled at the attack, and the remaining soldiers spun around to face her.

The Red snarled, smoke coming from his nostrils. “Your father warned us we might have to kill you. Guess he was right.”

The Red raised his sword and charged, and Braith punched. She punched him in the snout. A punch so hard that Addolgar heard bone shatter, saw blood splatter the others. The Red stumbled back, landed on his ass. His snout was pushed back so far, he couldn’t speak and he had to breathe through his open mouth.

The others charged, and Braith caught the forearm of one, yanked him forward, and broke it over her other forearm. While still holding him, she brought up her now-free fist and hit the soldier behind her in the face, spun, and punched him in the gut. She grabbed the one whose arm she’d broken and yanked his head to the side, breaking his neck.

By the time Braith faced the last standing soldier, the dragon’s sword was arcing down toward her. Braith quickly reached up and caught the dragon’s forearms in her claws, held them. The pair struggled against each other. The soldier was strong, but to Addolgar and the soldier’s surprise, Braith was much stronger.

She yanked the soldier’s forearms apart so his sword dropped to the ground. Then she dragged the guard closer, rammed her head against his. Once. Twice. Until he was dazed, nearly out cold. That’s when she went behind him and grabbed his head. Addolgar thought she’d snap his neck like the others, but instead she forced her claws between his jaws and pried them open—and she kept prying until she’d broken the soldier’s jaws away from his head.

She dropped the body, picked up her dagger, and ran toward Addolgar. As she did, she passed the Red and she didn’t even stop as she charged by the still-breathing-but-clearly-dying dragon, cutting his throat as she moved and letting him bleed out while she came to Addolgar’s side.

Addolgar closed his eyes again, continued to feign unconsciousness. He felt her stroke his hair. “Addolgar? Addolgar?” She pressed two claws against his throat, felt for signs of life. When she found them, she let out a sigh.

“Thank the gods,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Addolgar. I had no idea he would ever . . .” She swallowed. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you help and then I’ll go straight to the Queen. I’ll tell her everything. My father will pay for this betrayal.”

Yes. Her father would pay. And so would Braith. As one of Elder Emyr’s offspring, she would suffer the fate of her kin for no other reason than that she shared their bloodline. Addiena would want revenge
now
. Not when they eventually tracked Emyr down. And Addolgar realized he couldn’t let that happen. It wasn’t fair. Addolgar would hate to be held responsible for some of the stupid centaur shit his kin did on a daily basis. So why should Braith suffer for her father’s treachery?

Yet he now understood Braith’s sense of honor. Not that people talked about it as they talked about Bercelak’s triumphs in battle or Ghleanna’s fearsome reputation among enemies. No. He hadn’t heard about it, he just saw it. In what she’d just done. Using her bare claws, she’d fought for his life and saved it. So Addolgar knew her honor existed. Knew it was powerful, which meant she wouldn’t listen to reason. She wouldn’t believe that Queen Addiena would hold against Braith what had clearly been plotted and executed by her father.

Addolgar wouldn’t let that happen.

So when Braith got to her claws and turned away from him to, he assumed, figure out her next step, Addolgar did the only thing he could think of. He forced himself to his claws, ignored how dizzy he felt, and grabbed the back of Braith’s head, slamming her right into the tree he’d passed out beside.

She went down hard, and was definitely out cold.

Panting, exhausted just from that little burst of energy, Addolgar stumbled and landed on his ass. He let out a sigh, glad to be sitting since standing wasn’t working well for him at the moment. He patted Braith on her now-bleeding head.

“Don’t worry, Braith of the Darkness. I won’t let you get yourself into trouble. No. I’m going to save you from yourself just as you saved me from those bloody treacherous bastards. That’s what friends do for each other. And since you saved my life . . . we’re friends, you and me.” He grinned despite the pain in his head and the need to vomit whatever he’d eaten earlier in the day. “Friends! Because look at the great way I take care of you!”

Chapter 4

Addolgar smiled and waved at his sister and one of his older brothers, Rhys the Hammer. The pair landed and stared at Addolgar, their wings retracting against their bodies, their heads tilting to the side in curiosity.

Ghleanna went back on her haunches and placed her claws on her hips. “What the bloody hells happened?”

“I’ve been poisoned.”

“By Braith of the Darkness?”

“No. She saved me life.”

“So the soldiers killed her?”

“She’s alive.”

Ghleanna looked around at the soldiers’ bodies. “So they beat her
before
you killed them?”

“Oh, I didn’t kill them.”

“Then who did?”

“Braith.”

Ghleanna frowned. “Braith . . . who?”

“Braith of the Darkness.” He pointed at the prone She-dragon. “That Braith.”

Ghleanna looked over the dead soldiers again. “Braith of the Darkness killed all these soldiers? With poison and then you beat them up after they died?”

Addolgar, known for his patience, was running out of it. “Braith didn’t poison anyone.
I
was poisoned and these soldiers were going to finish me off. Braith killed them all, with her bare claws, and saved me. Which I found quite impressive.”

“But the soldiers beat her up first?”

“No one beat her.”

Ghleanna looked at Rhys, but their older brother could only shrug.

“Okay,” Ghleanna said. “Then what did happen to Braith?”

“Oh! I rammed her head into the tree to stop her from leaving.”

Rhys the Hammer, third born to Ailean the Wicked and nearly a hundred years older than Addolgar, shook his head and reminded him, “That is not how you keep a female. Even one that impresses you, Addolgar. Because when she wakes up . . . she’s going to hurt you.”

“I did it for her own good.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “You all say that, but—”

“No, no. Really. I was saving her.”

“From?”

“Herself.”

Ghleanna and Rhys again looked at each other before Rhys asked her, “You brought me here for this?”

“You’d never believe me if I just told you these things. You must see. So you can understand what I go through.”

“Would you two stop?” Addolgar ordered. “I don’t feel well.”

“Because you beat up Braith of the Darkness?”

“I didn’t beat up anyone, Rhys. Because I’ve been poisoned.”

“Is that why you’re sweating between your scales?” Ghleanna asked, appearing slightly disgusted.

“Probably.”

“Who did poison you then?”

“Lady Katarina.”

“Lady Katarina poisoned you and Braith of the Darkness killed all these soldiers?” Ghleanna abruptly shook her head and demanded, “Addolgar, what the holy fucks has happened here?”

He shrugged. “You’re not going to like it, I’m afraid.”

“Well . . . to be honest, I don’t like anything.”

 

 

Rhys, who had been poisoned by more than one female over the years before he’d met and mated with the perfect She-dragon for him, mixed up something to calm Addolgar’s stomach and get him back on his feet.

Addolgar was grateful. The poison Katarina had fed him might not have killed him, but it had made him feel like ox shit. Now, however, he was standing over a still-unconscious Braith and explaining to his sister and brother exactly what had happened.

And what was at stake.

When he was done, Ghleanna looked him right in the eyes and said, “She’d be better off if you kill her now.”

“I am not killing her, Ghleanna.”

“So you’ll let Addiena do it? Because we both know the Queen will. We both know she’ll enjoy doing it. She’ll take her time with that one, make sure she gets lots of screams.”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear this. I’m going to help Braith. It’s up to you whether you help me.”

“So what do you want to do?” Rhys asked. “Hide her in your cave?”

“I think I should take her home.”

Rhys frowned. “To your
cave
?” And it was more a strong suggestion than a question.

“To Mum and Da’s house.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Ghleanna snapped. “You can’t take this bitch to Mum and Da’s.”

“She’s not a bitch.”

Braith moaned and her head rolled from one side to another, letting them know she was waking up. So Ghleanna slammed her back claw against the poor She-dragon’s head, knocking her out for a second time. “You’d put our parents at risk for some piece of tail?” Ghleanna demanded.

“She saved my life.”

“You can fight your own battles!”

“Not when I’m knocked out on my ass!”

“You mean knocked out on your
fat
ass!”

“
My ass, like the rest of me, is perfection!”

“You two!” Rhys bellowed. “With the yelling!
Cut it out!
”

Annoyed with each other, Addolgar and Ghleanna folded their forearms over their chests and glared off in different directions.

Rhys sighed, and without even looking at him, Addolgar knew his brother was crossing his eyes. It was probably the same expression he always had on his face when he’d been forced to watch the pair of them when they were just hatchlings. He’d finally told their mother it wasn’t remotely fair. “They’d be better off with demons watching them. At least the demons would have a fighting chance!”

“We take her back to Mum and Da’s,” Rhys said.

“What is wrong with you two?” Ghleanna snarled.

“Do you think Da would make a different decision on this?”

“I love our father,” Ghleanna told them, “but he can be an irrational idiot. I won’t expose our mother to this.”

“She definitely wouldn’t make a different decision.”

“Because she hates Addiena. Loathes her. From years ago. The only time she’s ever irrational is when the Queen’s name comes up.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Rhys decided. “We take her with us and let Mum and Da decide. If they’re fine with her staying, she stays. If not, she goes.”

“Fine,” Ghleanna growled. “But if this goes bad—I’m blaming
you
, Addolgar.”

Well . . . Addolgar had expected that last bit.