A Tale of Two Dragon
Page 11“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.”
“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 f**ks 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.
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!”
“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.”