Supernatural

by Larissa Ione

  “He’s under my protection, Addolgar. So back off.”

  “He is?” He speared another human trying to crawl away. “Why?”

  “I’ve been charged with getting him to the Desert Lands and back. Alive,” she added so her brother was clear on this. “And a few of you lot are coming with me.”

  Addolgar glanced around the battlefield. The conflict seemed to have wound down and he appeared quite bored with it all. Her brother had done his damage and now there was nothing left to kill. Usually he’d return to his mate—unless she’d found her own battle to enjoy. It still amazed Ghleanna that instead of her brother finding a more sweet-natured female to complement his blackhearted and murderous nature, he’d taken to a dragoness with a worse reputation than his own. A dragoness even Ghleanna didn’t challenge unless she had no choice.

  “Might as well go with you. Nothing left to do here.”

  “Bored, are you?”

  “Killed everything to be killed. There’s nothing left but women and children—and they’re no fun to kill. Even when they scream and beg for mercy.”

  Bram yanked his arm away from her so he could walk off, but she caught the strap of his travel bag and held it. Knowing how precious the thing was to him, she knew he wouldn’t risk breaking it.

  “Who is here with you?”

  “A few of the younger ones. Cai, Hew, and Adain.”

  “What? None of my sisters are here?” She was unable to hide her disappointment.

  “They headed into the west for some new battle. But I think we weak male Cadwaladrs can handle protecting one royal, sister.”

  “I guess you’ll do.”

  “Gee. Thanks.”

  “Well, don’t just stand there, you big ox. Go get them so we can be off.”

  “All right.” He shoved the spear into her hands. “Kill the rest of this lot, would you? I’ll be right back.”

  Once Addolgar walked away, the royal asked, “You really do hate me, don’t you?”

  “Don’t be foolish. Of course, I don’t.” She began to work her way through the still-breathing humans at her feet, slamming the tip of the spear into a spot in their backs that would kill them quickly. There was no reason to prolong their suffering unless necessary. “Stop worrying. You’ll be fine. And as long as you’re under my protection, you have nothing to worry about.”

  She finished off the last human, pulled the spear from his back, planted the tip in the ground, and leaned against the staff. She smiled at the royal. “Now doesn’t that make you feel better?”

  Bram glanced at the bodies that surrounded them before answering, “Not really.”

  “These are my brothers,” Addolgar said. “Cai the Green, Hew the Black, Adain the Yellow.”

  “It’s gold, you bastard. I’m Adain the Gold.”

  “Yellow. Gold.” Addolgar shrugged. “Who gives a centaur shit? Now,” he said to Bram, “they ain’t earned their names yet, but they ain’t half bad. You’ll be fine.”

  “Yes,” Bram replied, “I feel safer already.”

  “Good!” Addolgar boomed, missing the sarcasm completely. “Now . . . where’s Ghleanna?”

  “She needed a few minutes alone,” Bram told him.

  “Went to take a piss, did she?”

  Cai slammed his sizable fist into his older brother’s shoulder. “Addolgar!”

  “What?” And Bram saw that smirk. “It was just a question.”

  “Don’t be such a bastard.”

  “Don’t be such a suck-up,” Addolgar shot back.

  “Why is he a suck-up?” Hew asked. “Because he doesn’t want you going on about our sister that way?”

  “What way? All I asked was—”

  “Shut it!” Adain snapped. “Blood and fire, you are such a bastard!”

  “Fine. If the lot of you are going to get so girly about all this.” He turned away from his brothers and winked at Bram. And Bram, for the first time, felt a little more at ease. Especially since it seemed Addolgar would spend more time torturing his siblings than bothering with Bram.

  “There you are!” Addolgar announced when his sister approached them. “The royal here said you went off to take a piss.”

  “Don’t involve me in this,” Bram told him.

  “Right,” Ghleanna sighed. “That seems a very Bram thing to do. Announce that I’m off to take a piss. Next he’ll tell you when I’m about to take a sh—”

  “Can we just go?” Cai—thankfully—cut in.

  Ghleanna sized the youngster up. “When did you get so girly?”

  “So where are we taking him?” Addolgar asked.

  “To the east,” Bram explained. “The Port of Awbrey. There will be a boat there that will take us up the coast to the Alsandair ports. I’ll meet my contact there.”

  “A boat?” Adain asked, frowning. “Why are you taking a boat? Why not just fly into the Desert Lands?”

  “Flying into the Desert Lands would be seen as a sign of aggression by the Sand Dragons. And it’s faster to go by sea than to walk.

  “That far south,” Ghleanna explained, “we’ve always traveled by foot unless escorted.”

  “Why not fly over the ocean then?”

  Bram, Addolgar, and Ghleanna laughed outright at that.

  “Gods,” Bram observed, “they are young.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means you’ve got much to learn about Sea Dragons,” Ghleanna answered.

  Addolgar explained, “If more than one or two dragons fly too far over the ocean, the Fins will definitely consider that a sign of aggression.”

  Hew asked Bram, “So you really can’t make it on your own?” Bram could make it by himself easily, but he had his reasons for not flying over the ocean, alone or otherwise. Very good reasons. “Are you feeble in some way?”

  “Babysitting the royal is Bercelak’s idea.” Ghleanna told them. “You going to disagree with him, brothers?” When her younger siblings didn’t answer, she nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

  “Do you have any fighting skills?” Hew pushed.

  “I have a mighty flame.”

  The three younger brothers glanced at each other. “Don’t we all?” Cai finally asked.

  “Mine’s stronger.”

  Cai shook his head. “Gods, that’s pathetic.”

  Addolgar slapped Cai in the back of the head—ignoring his cry of pain—and asked, “Do you want to move out tonight, Ghleanna?”

  “No. We leave at first light.”

  “That’s fine. We can all camp here for the night.”

  “No need. We can stay at Lord Bram’s castle.”

  Bram’s entire body jerked. “They can?”

  “Get your gear,” she told her kin.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” Bram demanded once Ghleanna’s brothers had walked away. “Do you hate me so much?”

  “You are the one who wants my brothers to like him.”

  “No, I don’t. I couldn’t care less if they like me or not.”

  “Well, they’ll like you much better if they have a soft bed and warm food—or at least a cow or two—for the night. And what could it hurt?”

  “What if they disturb my things? My papers.” Bram began to panic. “My books!”

  Ghleanna laughed. “And what, exactly, do you expect my kin to do to your precious books? If they notice your books at all, I’ll be shocked.” She stepped closer, surprising Bram, and brushed her hand against his shoulder. “I won’t let my brothers harm your books or your papers.”

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.” She grinned, and it was a beautiful thing. “I’ll take very good care of you, Bram the Merciful.” Her grin grew wider. “Trust me.”

  Cai’s big boots landed on the table, right on top of the peacemaker’s important papers. So Ghleanna grabbed him by the ankles with one hand and flipped him back, Cai and the chair slamming to the hard earth-packed floor.

  “Oy!” Cai demanded. “What was that for?”


  “You keep your claws and your big, fat feet off Bram’s books and papers.”

  Cai got to his feet and leaned down until they were eye to eye. “And if I don’t?”

  That’s when Ghleanna head-butted her younger brother. Since he’d been asking for it and all. And it made her other brothers laugh. She did love making her brothers laugh.

  “You mad cow!” Cai yelled, gripping his head.

  “You’ll do as I say, little brother, or that lump on your head will be the least of your problems. Now”—she looked at all her kin—“we’re going to eat and sleep like civilized dragons and no one will start anything. Understood?”

  When her brothers only grumbled in response, she cracked her knuckles for emphasis. “Understood?” she growled.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Addolgar quickly told her. “Understood.”

  “Good.” She smiled and walked over to the royal, who stood a few feet away, watching her.

  “See?” she asked. “I’ve got it all under control.”

  “You head-butted your brother,” Bram noted.

  “Aye.”

  “Your brother.”

  “Sometimes it’s the only way to get through to them. And it’s kind of fun,” she admitted. “Me and Addolgar do it to each other all the time. Since we were hatchlings. Used to drive our Mum insane.”

  “I can imagine.”

  “Don’t worry about us.” Ghleanna motioned him away with her hands. “I’ve got control of this lot and I can see that you’re desperate to go and do something important with your books.”

  “I should stay. I’ve been told enough I’m a horrible host. Great peacemaker—horrible host.”

  “You don’t need to be a host with me or my kin. We can take care of ourselves.”

  “You sure you don’t mind?”

  “I’d tell you if I did. Go on.”

  “All right. But just a few minutes. I just need to write a few letters. I won’t be long. I’ll be back before you know it.”

  “Sure. No problem.” Ghleanna watched the royal rush off to his study. “Won’t be seeing him for hours.”

  “So can we put our feet up on his things now?” Hew asked from behind her.

  “No, you lazy git! And don’t test my patience. Head like granite, I have,” Ghleanna reminded him, pointing at her forehead. “Just like our dear Da.”

  Bram signed the last letter he needed to finish and leaned back in his chair, stretching his fingers to loosen them up. That’s when he saw Ghleanna sitting in the chair across from him.

  “Hello. Is dinner ready?”

  One corner of her mouth quirked up on one side, but she didn’t answer.

  “What?”

  “Four hours.”

  “Four hours what? Four hours until dinner?”

  “Four hours until the suns come up.”

  “What?” Bram pushed his chair back and strode to the window. He looked outside and winced, realizing when he’d first sat down it had still been light out. Now it was pitch black. Even the moon was gone.

  “I got up for some water and realized you were still in here. How are you going to travel all day without any sleep?”

  “I’ll be fine,” he promised.

  “We’ve eaten. My brothers argued over who’d get to bathe in that big tub first.” She grinned. “I won that.”

  “Another head-butt?”

  “There’s no shame in the head-butt. If it works it works. They all went to bed hours ago. Charles said you shouldn’t be much longer . . . I think Charles lied to me.”

  “It’s not his fault. He always reminds me of the time and I just get . . . lost.”

  “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.