Bring the Heat
Page 58“Sending you out to fetch the eyes of Chramnesind? Like one of Dagmar’s dogs?”
“My dogs don’t fetch.”
Rhiannon waved at Dagmar to shut her up.
“That’s not even close to what happened,” Talwyn replied, putting down her weapons and reaching for a carafe of water. She poured a chalice full and handed it to her mother. Then poured one for herself.
“Then what did happen?”
Talwyn glanced at Annwyl and the queen shrugged. “Might as well tell her now. Before she tears the house apart in one of her tantrums.”
“I don’t have tantrums. I have fierce rage.”
“I didn’t find anything out from Mingxia. It was from Brigida.”
“Brigida told you?”
“No. We just . . . got it.”
“We?” Talaith’s eyes narrowed. “You mean you, Talan, and Rhi?”
“Things come to us. We hear things. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is,” Rhiannon insisted. “It could change everything.”
“How?” Dagmar asked.
“Any talisman from a god is powerful. Especially something stolen. If these things fall into the wrong claws—”
“They won’t.”
“You are the wrong claws, my dear.”
“I’m aware, Grandmother,” Talwyn shot back and even Dagmar could tell she was a bit hurt. “Which is why the three of us aren’t going after it. We sent someone else. Someone with no magicks in her blood.”
“I don’t fetch either,” Dagmar reminded them all.
“Not Dagmar. We needed a warrior. And although she has a warrior’s heart, Auntie Dagmar was panting running after Grandmum.”
“She has very long legs!”
“We sent Kachka Shestakova,” Talwyn said.
“You sent the Scourge of the Gods after this . . . thing?”
“It seems fitting.”
“Dear Kachka Shestakova is the Scourge of the Gods?” the Rider called Nika asked. “How impressive for her! If her mother were not dead, killed by you, Mad Queen, she would be so proud!”
Rhiannon’s entire body tensed. “Who are they?” she asked, pointing a damning finger at the three outsiders.
“They are three Riders who have come to follow me into battle so that they may have an honorable death.”
“You have suicidal Riders hanging around you now?”
“There is no honor in suicide!”
“Again, you are talking to me, giant woman! And I thought Bercelak said we forced the giants underground!”
“Mother,” Morfyd admonished.
“Can we all just be calm?” Dagmar finally asked.
“You don’t understand—”
“Rhiannon, I understand that your three oldest grand offspring are no longer children. They’re adults and they’re part of the game now.” Dagmar walked over to her niece, stared up at her. She was a little taller than Annwyl. But not by much. “I’m sure Talwyn is doing what’s best for the family.”
“And if this doesn’t work?” Morfyd asked, her voice quiet.
With Annwyl effectively ending the conversation, all Rhiannon could do was snarl before stomping off, Morfyd and Talaith following behind her.
Dagmar looked over at the three Riders. “Could you please excuse us?”
“No,” Nika replied.
Dagmar’s dogs, glaring at the Riders, began to growl even though Dagmar hadn’t said a word.
“Get something to eat,” Annwyl ordered, and without question, the Riders did as she bade.
“When you go off to battle, they will be going with you, yes?” Dagmar asked, nearly pleaded.
Annwyl laughed. “I promise.”
“One of them,” Talwyn whispered, “took down a male elk with her bare hands. I thought she was hungry . . . but she was just playing with it. The way I like to play with your dogs.”
Dagmar looked up at her friend. “Annwyl—”
“I know.”
The friends gazed at each other for a long moment until Dagmar finally asked, “What exactly are you thinking?”
Annwyl glanced at Talwyn and her daughter nodded. “I’m thinking . . . we can’t wait around for Salebiri to come to us. Not anymore.”
“I think you’re right. I’ve been working with Brastias. Quietly. No need to make everyone panic.”
Annwyl smirked—knowing that neither was speaking of the common people but their own kin—and reached out, grasping Dagmar’s forearm. “You do understand I can’t do this without you. Knowing you’re keeping my people safe here.”
Dagmar swallowed, shocked by the admission. “I’ll make sure everything is ready when you are.” She cleared her throat. “What about Rhiannon?”
“Let her focus on this Eyes of . . . whatever. Work with Bercelak and Celyn. They’ll make sure their troops are ready.”
“All right.”
“As long as you stop taking baths in the freezing-cold lake water . . . I’m sure we’ll be just fine.”
Annwyl stomped her foot. “I knew that bothered you!”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“The thing to remember,” Aidan told them as they neared his childhood home on horseback a few hours before sunset, “is that they are horrible, reprehensible, detestable beings and should be treated carefully. Like poisonous snakes.”
Kachka frowned. “We still speak of the dwarves?”
“No,” he replied. “My family. The dwarves are a whole other issue.”
“You talk about your family that way, handsome dragon?” Zoya asked.
“Well, they’re not like, let’s say, Brannie’s family. Are the Cadwaladrs rude and abrupt with no social etiquette whatsoever? Absolutely. But they are also direct and honest, to the point of absurdity. My kin? They smile and embrace you as one of their own while they stick a dagger in your back and steal the gold from your fangs. Never forget that, any of you, no matter how much they may smile. In fact, the more they smile, the farther you should move away from them. If they all start laughing as if they’re having the best time? Find the nearest exit and run for your lives.”
“I am just adoring this plan,” Gaius grumbled.
“I have no plan,” Kachka reminded him, enjoying the way he glared at her.
“I am keenly aware of that, and I have to admit, it greatly disappoints me.”
“Also,” Aidan went on, “if you truly expect any help from them, plan to barter. There’s always a price to pay in my father’s territories.”
“These are the Dragon Queen’s territories,” Brannie reminded him.
“You keep thinking that and see where it gets you, Captain.”
Kachka didn’t know what to expect when she arrived at Aidan the Divine’s home. She’d never come this far before because Salebiri’s fanatics had stayed far away from this area. Now that they neared the lands, she understood why.