Dragon on Top (5 page)

“That's all right. I find it endearing.”

“You do? Most females have found it rude and intolerable.”

“Stuck up, prissy asses, if you ask me.”

Bram laughed. “I've never heard ‘stuck up prissy asses' before.”

“Because I just came up with it. Look, it's not like you're at the pub, feeling up the bargirls. You're doing important work.”

“You think what I do is important?”

“Definitely. Because when your precious truces and alliances are broken, war breaks out.” Her grin was wide, showing all her teeth. “And then
my
important work begins.” She stood and walked over to him. “We need you peacemakers. Without you, there'd be no reason for war, now would there?”

“It's nice to know how integral my job is to your happiness.”

“And my career! Don't move up the ranks of Dragonwarrior without a war to fight, enemies to kill. So thank you, peaceful dragon, for being ever so helpful.”

“It's my pleasure, warmongering female.”

They laughed and she caught his hand. “Now off to bed with you. You need at least a few hours if you hope to make it through the day.” She pulled him out of his study and led him down the hall. “Addolgar's a tyrant when traveling. He likes to go and go and go. The quicker the better for him.”

“Is that my shirt you're wearing?”

“I needed something to wear. Charles practically fainted earlier today when I got naked in front of him. These humans. . . so ridiculous about their own bodies.”

But what did she expect when her body looked so . . . astounding. Long legs stretched out from under his shirt, while a plump ass moved seductively under the plain cotton. Then they were walking up the stairs and Bram realized she wore no underthings. Gods, the female was torturing him. What had he ever done to deserve such torture?

She stopped in front of his room. “This is your room, yes?”

“It is.”

“I could tell when I walked past. All the books.”

“I read a lot.”

“Don't have to defend yourself to me. My cave is filled with weapons. Same thing.” She released his hand and gestured him inside. “Need help getting undressed?”

Bram faced her. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“I was joking.”

“I'm not.” He lifted his hands. “They're weak from writing.”

“Bed. Sleep. I'll see you in the morning.”

“You shouldn't offer if you're not going to deliver, Captain.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like I've never heard that before.” She walked away but returned. “Thanks, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Letting my brothers stay. I know you'd rather have yourself impaled, but . . . I appreciate it.”

“No problem. Although I don't know if I'd let them in when you're not here.”

“That's probably a good idea.” She winked and walked off.

And unable to help himself, Bram followed her out into the hallway, watching that perfect plump ass move down the corridor until she reached her bedroom and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

Bram blew out a breath and wondered about going down there and knocking.

“You haven't gotten to bed yet?”

Bram gritted his teeth—
all of them sneak!
—and said, “I was about to, Captain Addolgar.”

“Just call me Addolgar.” The big oaf stood beside Bram now, staring off down the hall. “My sister . . . you think she's pretty, yeah?”

Unsure where this was going, and a little terrified, Bram answered, “Uh . . . yes. Your sister is very attractive. A handsome woman and a”—
enticing? No. Don't say that
—“a beautiful dragoness.”

Addolgar faced Bram, the two staring at each other. Addolgar was nearly the same height as he, perhaps an inch or two taller, but he was much, much wider. Among most, human or dragon, Bram never considered himself small. But when he was around the Cadwaladrs . . . Honestly, did the adults perform spells to make their offspring so unnaturally large?

The dragon gazed down at Bram for several long seconds—
Am I shrinking? Why does it feel like I'm shrinking?
—then grunted at him and walked off.

“Get some sleep,” Addolgar called back. “We got a long trip tomorrow and we need to make a stop.”

“A stop? I don't have time for a—”

The dragon halted at his door and stared back at Bram until Bram said, “Good. A stop. Can't wait.”

Another grunt and then he was gone, closing the door behind him.

And that's when Bram knew he'd be lucky if he made it back from this trip alive.

Chapter 4

For six dragons to leave for a time, there was an awful lot going on. She'd seen military campaigns start with less activity.

“Charles!” she heard Bram call from his study. “Have you seen the—”

“Have it, m'Lord.”

“Good. Good.”

“Are we leaving?” Addolgar demanded. “The suns are nearly up.”

“Give him another minute.”

“I'm running out of patience.”

“I can see that, brother. Everyone within a league can see that.”

Bram stalked through the hall, followed by poor Charles, who was desperately trying to keep up with his long strides.

“You remember everything, Charles?”

“Yes, sir. It'll be taken care of by the time you get back.”

“Good. Good.” Bram stopped in front of them. “Why are we just standing around? We need to be off.”

Ghleanna slapped her hand against Addolgar's chest before her brother could rip poor Bram's arms off.

“We're ready whenever you are, Lord Bram.”

“All right then. Let's go, let's go.” He motioned them out and followed behind. They walked past the gates and Bram stopped.

“What are your cousins doing here?” Bram asked her.

“The troops are moving out from Bolver Fields and they have a tendency to pillage everything in their wake. My cousins will ensure that no one touches your castle or, more importantly, poor Charles. And I really think you should give him more money. He earns it.”

Bram turned toward her, gazing into her face. “Thank you, Ghleanna. That was very thoughtful.”

Ghleanna had rarely had anyone thank her before, so she didn't know what to say and ended up staring after Bram long after he'd walked off.

“What if we get hungry?” one of her cousins asked.

“Cows. In the field.” She pointed a finger at them. “But you leave the human inside
alone
. He's not to be eaten. Do you understand?”

“But what if we're
really
hungry?”

And by the time she'd pulled her axe, her cousins had already charged back inside the gates, laughing the entire time.

 

 

They didn't make their first stop until late morning, proving Ghleanna right about Addolgar. He was a tyrant about travel. But Bram was unclear why they'd come
here
. Gods, he hoped it wasn't to round up more blasted Cadwaladrs.

“What are we doing here, Addolgar?” Ghleanna demanded once her talons touched the ground.

“You know why. Did you think you could leave the Southlands without coming here first?”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” she snapped back.

“Well, you can't. An hour here. A bit of food. And then we'll be on our way.”

“But—”

“No arguments, annoying female!”

Ghleanna stamped her back claw. “Worthless bastard!”

“Whiny harpie!”

“This is your parents' home.”

The siblings faced Bram and Addolgar asked, “How'd ya know that?”

Bram gazed at them all. “I used to visit. Quite often. Even stayed here for a while.”

“You did?”

With a sigh, he walked off until he could comfortably shift and put on clothes. Once he'd done that, he headed toward Ailean the Wicked's castle. Eventually, Ghleanna caught up to him. She'd shifted and changed into clothes as well.

“
I
remember you visiting.”

“Remarkable. Since you were rarely here back then.”

“But when I was here, I remember you. You were always chatting with my father.”

“I came to him for advice quite often. He was a great help to me when I was first starting out.”

Ghleanna slowed to a stop. “My father?”

“Your father,” he said while he kept walking.

She caught up with him again. “
My
father helped you with that . . . that thing you do?”

“Yes. Your father helped me with that peacemaking thing I do that keeps you happily killing for a living.”

She caught his arm and brought him up short. “He helped you do what?”

“Many things.”

“What things?”

“Different things.”

“Like what?”

“Things.”

“Now you're pissing me off.”

“Then my goal's been obtained!”

Frustrated but, it seemed, unwilling to beat the answer out of him, Ghleanna stomped her foot as she'd stomped her back claw earlier and said, “Tell me!”

“No. I will tell you nothing. It's between me and your father.”

“What's between you?”

Bram shrugged. “Things.”

Laughing, she tugged at his arm as Addolgar walked up behind them.

“Would you two pack it in. I want to—”

Addolgar's body lifted and flew into a nearby tree. Sent there by very strong arms and a total disregard for acceptable father-son boundaries.

“Still not paying attention, boy!” Ailean the Wicked bellowed good naturedly. For an older dragon, he still had a healthy set of lungs.

“And watch your mouth, boy,” Ailean ordered.

The three youngest siblings stood beside their embarrassed older brother, laughing. Until another dragon crept up behind them, unseen, and slammed his shield into them, sending Cai and Adain flying and Hew screaming like a little girl in surprise.

“Weak!” Ailean bellowed. “The whole lot of you.” He suddenly pointed at Ghleanna. “Except her. Except my beautiful daughter who saw me all the way over there.”

“You saw him?” Addolgar snarled, dragging himself to his feet. “And you didn't warn me?”

“I was talking to—”

“Bram!” Ailean held his arm out and Bram gripped it.

“Ailean. How are you?”

“Fine, boy. Fine. Notice you didn't jump either.” He glared at Hew. “Unlike some others.”

“Weak,” the older dragon with the shield said. “All your sons, brother. Weak as newborn babies.”

“Uncle Arranz!” Ghleanna ran over to the older dragon and threw herself into his open arms. “It's been ages.”

“It has.” He put her down, looked her over. “You look good. Solid. Like your mother.”

“Why are you here?” Ailean asked Bram. “I thought you were on your way to Alsandair.”

“I thought Ghleanna should see Mum before we left,” Addolgar explained, while he brushed dirt and leaves off his clothes. “I heard from her last night.” Being able to talk to each other with their minds was the way immediate kin kept in touch. Very important when having to communicate with parents or siblings when a long distance off, but also a way for some kin to nag. Something that Bram was sure annoyed Ghleanna—at least at the moment.

“I'm glad she did.” Ailean looked at his daughter. “She was worried about you.”

“I'm fine.”

“Tell her that then, so she'll stop pacing the floors.”

 

 

Ghleanna's mother wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her tight. Ghleanna closed her eyes and buried her nose against her mum's neck. She loved her mother's scent. It always made her think of home, made her feel safe—and very loved.

“Are you all right?”

“I'm fine, Mum. Really.” Ghleanna pulled away and saw the tears in her mother's eyes. “Oh, Mum. Please don't cry. I'm fine.”

“I know. I know.” Her mother wiped at her eyes, smiled. “You know how worried I get, though. About all of you. I'm just glad you stopped by.”

“Can't stay long, though. Just an hour or two.”

“You can eat, though, can't you?”

“Food!” her brothers cheered, pushing past her and going into the castle they'd been raised in.

“How long are you going to be on the road with that lot?”

“Too long,” Ghleanna told her mum and they laughed.

“Lady Shalin.”

Her mother's smile was warm. “Bram!” He leaned down and hugged Shalin the Innocent, Tamer of Ailean. “Oh, Bram. I'm so happy to see you. How are you doing?”

“I'm fine, my Lady.”

“Well come in, come in. There's enough food for all of you.” She took their hands and pulled them into the hall. Like a pack of ravenous beasts, her brothers had already descended on the food that had been put out.

“Like wild dogs,” Ghleanna murmured.

“Not really,” Bram murmured back. “Wild dogs have more manners.”

He smiled and, out of politeness only, Ghleanna smiled in return. Unfortunately, though, her mother caught her smiling and Ghleanna saw those gold eyes widen, her nostrils flare.

“Talk to me about your plans, Bram,” Ailean said as he walked into the hall. “Come back to the war room.”

“You have a war room?”

“Don't you?”

Ghleanna waited until Bram and her father had walked off—while she tried not to notice her father taking the time to pinch her mother's hip . . . weren't they too old for this sort of thing?—before she turned to her mother and said, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Mum. And you're going to stop right now.”

Ghleanna started to head to the table, ready to fight her way through her brothers for a scrap of bread, but her mother yanked her back.

“Why not?”

“You must be joking.”

“What's wrong with him?”

“Nothing. He's just . . . just . . .”

“Just what?”

“A peacemaker.” And she'd dropped her voice to a whisper. “What would
I
do with a peacemaker?”

“The same thing I did with a whore.” And Shalin the Innocent sounded highly superior at the moment. “Made him mine.”

“I have no intention of making Bram the
Merciful
anything. Mine, yours, or ours.”

“Foolish girl! Right in your face. Right there. And has been . . . for years! Yet you continue to ignore what's right before you, then you whine—”

“I do no such thing.”

“—about worthless scum like Feoras.”

“Mum . . .”

“Fine. Fine. Don't listen to your mother who is never wrong. See how far you get.” Then she lifted the hem of her skirt and flounced away. Her mother was an excellent flouncer. A skill Ghleanna had thankfully never learned. Instead she
stomped
like a proper warrior and threw Hew and Cai away from the table and head-butted Adain so she could get some food.

 

 

“This is excellent, Bram. Excellent work.”

“Thank you. I've been slaving over it for months.”

“Rhiannon give you a lot of changes?”

Bram shrugged and Ailean laughed, leaning back in his chair. “I wouldn't worry about it. You're handling her well. Just stay clear of the boy.”

“I try. She won't let me. I think she's trying to get me killed.”

“She's using you to make her mate jealous. I'm sure she doesn't want you dead. Although if it happens, I'm not sure she'd lose any sleep over it. But that's Rhiannon and that's what you get dealing with monarchs, which is why I don't.”

He tapped the parchment Bram had given him. “But this, Bram . . . this will get you killed. You do understand that? There are royals who don't want Rhiannon any more powerful than she already is.”

“But how would killing me stop this? Delay it perhaps but—”

“Your death would make Rhiannon look weak and that will make her even more of a target. Besides, do you think anyone has your skill, Bram? To get dragons of all stripes to meet and agree on terms.” Ailean lowered his head. “Do I need to remind you of exactly how good you are at what you do, boy?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. But I am glad my Ghleanna is traveling with you. You need her protection.”

“It's too blatant,” Bram admitted, knowing Ailean would understand. “I was trying to keep this quiet. Trying to make it seem . . . of no consequence. But with a good number of your brood
escorting
me around the Southlands, it's obvious this alliance will change things.”

“It was already obvious to those who'd give a centaur shit anyway. Trust me, Bram. You're better off with my girl watching out for you. She's a solid choice by Bercelak. And her and Addolgar together? A mighty force. Let them protect you. At this point, there can be no subtle.”

Bram relaxed back in his wood chair. “I guess you're right.”

“Don't worry, son. What you're doing is right. That's all you need to know.”

“Thank you, Ailean.”

“Any time. And feel free to visit more. Perhaps when this is all over.” Ailean handed the parchment to Bram and stood. “I've missed you. So has Shalin.”

Bram stood and lifted his gaze up to see the giant blue dragon in human form. “I've missed you both as well. And when this is all done, I might take you up on that visit.”

“Good. And you can bring Ghleanna with you.”

Bram slammed the war room door shut before Ailean could walk through it. “Don't start this again.”

“And don't you be a fool. You going to let her get away?”

“She doesn't even notice me, Ailean. She forgets I exist on this planet.”

“And you forget
everyone
exists on this planet. When you're working. That's how it is with my girl. When Ghleanna works, she forgets everything but her troops and who her enemy is. Honestly, Bram, the pair of you were made for each other.”