G.A. Aiken Dragon Bundle: The Dragon Who Loved Me, What a Dragon Should Know, Last Dragon Standing & How to Drive a Dragon Crazy (131 page)

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Authors: G. A. Aiken

Tags: #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Romance, #dragons

Chapter 4
Izzy walked into her tent, her squire right behind her.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Samuel demanded. “How do you lose a two-ton animal?”
She shrugged at his question, amused by his usual outrage and annoyance. Reaching for a carafe of fresh water, she added, “She went off with Macsen.”
“You let our horse go off with that vile, disgusting beast?
Alone?
”
“That’s my dog you’re talking about.”
“I don’t know what that thing is, but it ain’t no dog I’ve ever seen.” Sam looked her over and winced. “For someone so good at fighting, you do get hit a lot.”
“You know, I could have you flogged for insubordination
and
being a right prat.”
“Really? And who are you going to get to replace me?”
“Well—”
“That’s what I thought.” He unbuckled the leather straps holding on her steel breast plate. “You’ll need another one of these before you return to combat.”
“Well—”
“I’ll take care of it. Marcus still refuses to deal with you.”
“For a burly blacksmith, he’s awfully sensitive.”
Sighing in disgust, Sam added, “And someone will need to sew up that arm. I’ll get the healer.” He headed to the exit but stopped before walking out and glared at Izzy. “Don’t move until I return.”
Of course, when he turned his back, Izzy began to shimmy, stopping when he looked at her over his shoulder.
She could see him trying not to laugh and she winked at him before he walked out to get her fresh armor.
Stretching her tired shoulders, Izzy first poured herself a mug of water to drink, then another to pour over her bleeding arm. It hurt, and she was becoming concerned about the amount of blood she seemed to be losing, but then she decided that instead of worrying about that, she would pour herself a mug of ale. Perhaps the ale would help the wound.
With drink in hand, she headed toward her favorite chair, her mind already plotting her next moves to finish off the ogres in this region while simultaneously attempting to force out the image of one big, blue, idiot dragon flat on his back and looking gods-damn delicious.
The bastard. What was he doing here anyway? After ten years of never seeing him, he suddenly appeared. Back in her life. How bloody annoying!
She turned, about to drop into her chair when she abruptly realized she was no longer in her tent. In fact, she could be wrong, but she felt relatively certain she was no longer in her world but rather in the most beautiful glen she’d ever seen. But she wasn’t alone.
“Hello, little Izzy.”
Slowly, Izzy turned and faced what was behind her. And what was behind her was a god. A dragon god, specifically. With black scales, twelve horns on his massive head, and long black hair streaked with every color in the dragon pantheon. She wished she could say he was an ugly demon from the underworld, but he was, as always, beautiful.
“Your arm,” he noted, pointing a talon at her wound. “You’re losing much blood.” When she didn’t say anything, he drew his talon down her arm and she knew immediately that he’d healed her.
“Better?” he asked. When she didn’t respond to that either—“Izzy? Have you nothing to say to me?”
Did she have anything to say to him? Well, since he’d asked . . .
“Where is she?” Éibhear asked his cousin and, in answer, Branwen crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips, and snorted.
“I want an answer, cousin.”
“And I want a longer tail, but we can’t always get what we want, now can we?”
Éibhear’s eyes narrowed. His cousin had passed the Trials three years ago, officially making her one of the elite Dragonwarriors. And since then, it seemed, she’d become quite the snobby cow.
“Maybe you’d like me and my mates to tear your human camp apart until I find her?” Éibhear asked. “Because you know I will.”
“Your mates,” she sneered. “The Mì-runach.”
“The tone seems unnecessary,” Aidan joked.
“Shut up, royal.”
“Éibhear’s a royal, too.”
“He’s kin so I overlook the flaw.”
“I’m not a royal.” They all looked at Uther and he shrugged. “Well . . . I’m not.”
Brannie sighed and focused back on Éibhear. “What are you doing here, Éibhear?”
“That’s for me to discuss with Izzy.”
Brannie’s pursed lips returned, one foot tapping. Knowing how stubborn the females in his family could be, Éibhear grabbed one of the human soldiers by the throat, ignoring the man’s panicked scream, and held him up in front of his cousin’s face.
She snorted. “If Izzy wants to see you—”
Éibhear tightened his grip and the soldier began kicking and trying to pry Éibhear’s fingers off his throat.
Disgusted, Brannie snarled, “You have become
such
a mean bastard.”
“Izzy. Now. Take me to her.”
“Put him down first.”
Éibhear flung the soldier away and gestured for his cousin to move. She did, but not before tossing over her shoulder, “You’ve become just like your father!”
He stared after Brannie. “Well, that was just
mean.
”
“And then,” Izzy went on while pacing in front of the god, “you not only impregnated Annwyl against her will, but you also deserted her when she needed you most!”
By now Rhydderch Hael had rolled to his back, his gaze up at the big sky, annoyed sighs echoing throughout the world he’d dragged her to.
“I mean, who
does that
?” she demanded. “And
then
you planned to take Annwyl’s twins away from her rather than bringing Annwyl back from the dead, which we both know you could have done, but when my dear sweet Aunt Dagmar pissed you off, you tossed her
and
the children into a pit with Minotaurs!”
“You know, Izzy, my memory’s excellent. I remember all—”
She pointed a finger at him. “You wanted me to talk . . . so I’m talking!” She began to pace again and continued, “And
then
. . .”
Éibhear followed Brannie into a tent, but he took one look around and raised his arms. “Where the hells is she?”
“I don’t know.”
He tilted his head and she held up her hands. “I’ll find her. I’ll find her.” She pushed past him. “Mean,” she snapped before she walked out.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Éibhear walked around the tent. It seemed Izzy was still a messy female. She had weapons
everywhere
. And every kind. She didn’t just have one battle axe, but battle axes from all the different armies she’d faced off against. Plus an array of long swords, short swords, curved swords, serrated swords . . . the woman liked swords. Blood-and-gore-covered clothes littered the floor and lots of missives from her queen and other generals in Annwyl’s army were scattered about. Yet there was only one book, on the floor, right by the head of the bed. It was a history on the first war against the Iron dragons in the west led by Éibhear’s royal grandfather.
Crouching down, Éibhear flipped the cover open and read the inscription.
For Izzy. Thought you’d like to read how it all began. Thank you for everything. You’ll always have my loyalty and I’ll always have the memory of you challenging a head-licking wolf. ~Gaius
Gaius? Gaius the Rebel King from the west? Éibhear briefly remembered being introduced to the Rebel King a few hours after he’d killed the Rebel King’s bastard uncle, Overlord Thracius. But at the time, Éibhear had been so filled with rage and pain about the loss of his friend, Austell the Red, he wasn’t sure he’d know the dragon if he tripped over him in the market.
But, more importantly, why was the Rebel King sending books to Izzy? Especially when Izzy rarely bothered to read? And not only books but books with rather affectionate and strangely bizarre inscriptions.
Head-licking wolf?
Éibhear heard approaching footsteps but knew from the sound that it wasn’t Izzy or his cousin. The tent flap was pulled back and a human male walked in.
“Izzy, we need to talk about . . .” His words faded off when Éibhear slowly got to his feet and stood to his full human height.
“Oh,” the man said, staring up at Éibhear. “I was, uh, looking for the general.”
“Not here.”
“Do you know when she’ll be back?”
Éibhear shrugged.
“Oh.”
“I can give her a message.” Especially since he was curious who this man was.
“No. I’ll just wait.”
“Okay. We’ll just wait.” Éibhear crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the human male . . . and he kept staring.
“And not only that but then you—”
Before Izzy could go on, Rhydderch Hael rolled to his stomach and bellowed, “
By the love of all that is me, shut up!
”
Izzy gazed up at the god, working hard not to smile or outright laugh.
Closing his eyes, he took in several deep breaths.
“And yet,” he finally said, much more calmly, “after all this time, you still manage to irritate the living fuck out of me, Iseabail the Dangerous.”
“You asked me if I had anything to—”
“Yes, I know!” Another deep breath, eyes still closed. After some thirty seconds or so, when he was once again calm, he said, “I am well aware what I said to you, Izzy. And I know over the years I’ve disappointed you.”
“Understatement.”
Violet eyes snapped open and locked on her, and Izzy quickly focused on a tree in the distance.
“As I was saying, I know I’ve disappointed you, but you still owe me a blood debt.”
Izzy returned her gaze to the god, surprised. “Blood debt?”
“You made a promise to me.”
“When I was sixteen.”
“Your mother’s life for your commitment to me,” he reminded her.
“You were the one who killed her!” To this day Izzy still sometimes woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmare of seeing her mother sacrifice herself to Rhydderch Hael to save Izzy. A price Talaith had willingly paid—so how could Izzy do any different?
Yet Rhydderch Hael waved all that away with his claw. “Nitpicking. I restored your mother’s life.”
“You haven’t changed at all, have you?”
“Iseabail, I’m a god. I don’t have to change. For anyone.
Ever
. That’s the wondrous beauty that is being a god.”
“And you can take your wondrous beauty and shove it up your godly as—”
“
Iseabail
.”
“She’s been gone a long time, eh?”
Éibhear, who hadn’t stopped staring at the man, grunted in reply.
“Maybe she went to track down ogres with the others.”
Another grunt.
“Maybe I should come back later.”
Minor grunt.
The man’s gaze moved around the tent in an attempt not to look at Éibhear. “Soooo . . . you’re a friend of Izzy’s?”
No grunt, instead Éibhear narrowed his eyes and the human male took a step back.
“How could you think I would not one day call in this debt?” Rhydderch Hael asked, appearing truly perplexed. “You still wear my mark on your shoulder.”
She glanced at the dragon brand that he’d burned into the flesh of her upper bicep all those years ago. “I just assumed it was there permanently whether you planned to use me or not. Besides”—she shrugged—“it’s a nice-looking thing if you like dragons. I like dragons. Just don’t like you.”
He let out a breath, slowly shaking his mighty head. “You’ve always played a dangerous game, Iseabail, Daughter of Talaith.”
“Hence the name. And I don’t like to be betrayed. I don’t like those I love to be hurt for some god’s amusement. Sorry if that bothers you. My disloyalty.”

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