Last Dragon Standing (32 page)

With that taken care of, Ragnar headed out of his room, down the two flights of stairs, and through the Great Hall. There were lakes and streams all over this territory, and he’d find a nice, calm one that would help him think and figure out what he should do next.

But before he could even get down the steps, something tumbled past him. Whatever it was landed hard in the middle of the stairs, and Ragnar stepped in closer to get a good look.

“Keita!” He crouched beside her. She was still human and only wore a blanket. She could easily have been killed, coming from that height.

Carefully Ragnar turned her over. Her nose was bleeding, and she wore what appeared to be a homemade eye patch. Two, actually. One over each eye. But she was breathing, her heart still beating.

“Keita? Can you hear me?”

Ragnar pulled the blanket off, fighting desperately to ignore the 211

beauty of the human body beneath, instead focusing on any damage she might have. He ran his hands over her ribs to her hips. He didn’t find anything broken, but she did have a nasty bump on her forehead, and again…the eye patches.

He was reaching for them, about to remove them, when Keita coughed. Ragnar pulled back. “Gods of thunder, how much have you been drinking?”

Keita held up four fingers and slurred, “Two ales.”

“You all right, cousin?” a dragoness yelled-slurred from above.

Keita’s four fingers turned into a thumbs-up aimed at the sky.

“Good. And tonight at dinner you should introduce us to your handsome friend.”

“Get your own Lightning!” Keita yelled back. “There are two more, and they’re not half bad.”

“Selfish cow!”

“Callous vipers!”

The laughter faded with the She-dragons heading off, and Ragnar was left with a drunk, naked royal.

Ragnar leaned over her. “Keita—”

His next words were cut off when Keita’s hands slammed into his face. “I’m blind!” she cried, her hands grasping. “I cannot see! Why have the gods cursed me so?”

“Quiet! You’ll wake everyone.” He pushed her arms down and yanked the eye patches off.

“Oh.” Blinking several times, she finally focused on Ragnar. “Hello, Éibhear.”

Now he was insulted. “I’m Ragnar, you twit.”

“What are you doing with my sister?” the blue royal asked from behind him.

Knowing how this must look, but not really caring, “I was about to see how much I could get for her on the slave barges. She’s pretty enough, I guess.”

“
You guess?
” Keita demanded. “And you,” she said to her brother,

“where the hells have you been anyway?”

The Blue pointed off to town. “At the pub.”

“Well, while you were getting your sword polished by some bar sluts, brother, our cousins were forcing me to drink endlessly. For hours.”

“Forcing you, Keita? Really?”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” He reached for his sister. “I’ll take her back to her room.” 212

“No, you will not.” Keita pointed at Ragnar. “He will.”

“Must I?”

“Yes, barbarian, you must.” She held her arms out. “Carry me.”

“Can’t I just drag you by your leg?”

“When I vomit up whatever’s in my stomach, I will aim it right at your face.”

“How enticing.” Ragnar picked Keita up in his arms. “I’ve got her.” Ragnar started to walk off, away from the castle. But after a few feet, he stopped and without even looking at the young dragon warned, “And don’t glare at me, boy.”

“Yeah!” Keita yelled to no one in particular before she passed out completely.

Keita woke up with the night sky above her and the sound of running water right by her.

It was a lovely view, but she couldn’t enjoy it. Instead she flipped over and quickly crawled to the nearest bush so she could vomit up what was left of all that damn wine!

It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth heave, her arms braced, her palms flat on the ground, that she felt a hand against her back, pressing through the shirt someone had put on her while another hand held her hair back.

“Feel better?” a low voice asked.

She tensed, forcing herself to recall the last few hours. She didn’t
think
she’d done anything that would require her to soothe some male’s damaged ego. Perhaps because she’d thankfully left drunken trysts behind a century and a half ago. She always hated waking up to soft smiles, flowers, and first meal in bed with a male whose name she couldn’t even remember.

Needy bastards.

“My nose…”

“Broken.”

She grasped the hand held out for her and let Ragnar help her up.

Slowly, they walked to the stream. Keita kneeled down and took a few moments to rinse out her mouth. After that, she girded her loins as any good royal knows how to do, then stuck her entire head into the freezing cold water.

When her face was numb, she sat back up, flipping her wet hair off her face. “Now.”

Ragnar crouched in front of her, held her nose between two fingers of each hand, and jerked it back into place. Keita closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

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“Thank you.” She stood but just as quickly sat down again, Ragnar’s arms catching her before her ass could hit the ground.

“Close your eyes,” Ragnar murmured. He placed his hand on her forehead, the palm pressed against her skin, his fingers gently massaging her scalp. She heard him chant softly, felt his breath brush her lips. And, in moments, her pain eased off.

His hand slid away, and he studied her closely. “Feel better?”

“Much. Thank you,” she said again.

“You’re welcome.” He sat down beside her.

“Why didn’t you do that for your cousin after Annwyl broke his leg?” He smiled a little. “Healing is a skill for females.”

“Is that your opinion or theirs?”

“It’s not mine, but I’ve never seen the point of enduring excruciating suffering. Then again, my father always referred to me as the ‘soft one.’”

“Your father…not the brightest dragon I’ve known. I was there only two weeks, and I had him convinced to gut out an entire section of his mountain for me.”

Ragnar peered at her, frowning a little. “Is
that
what happened to Olgeir Mountain?”

“Uh-huh. I told him I couldn’t live in an undecorated cavern like some bat. How could I ever be happy?”

“We store armor in there now. How did you convince him?”

“It was easy. Told him what he wanted to hear, acted like he wanted me to act, flattered him, charmed him—took me three days. And that was only because I spent the first day there sobbing softly and wringing my claws.”

“You weren’t scared at all, were you?”

Keita gave a small shake of her head. “When they didn’t take my wing right away…” She smiled. “Your brothers and cousins weren’t too bad.

A little thick. In the head, I mean.” She winced. “Thick in the head on their
shoulders
, I mean.”

“I understood your first reference.” Ragnar grabbed her hand gently in his, lifted it, and studied it for a long moment. After a time, he said, “Can I tell you something?”

“You watched me vomit for ten minutes and shoved my broken nose back into place so I can breathe again. I’m of the mind you can tell me anything.”

“I fear your mother may be right. About the Irons…about my cousin Styrbjörn. I think the Irons are planning to strike the Southlands through Northland territories.”

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“Why would they do that?”

“Because it would be foolish to come through the Western Mountains.

There’s no place to hide. No way to craft battle plans that allow for any flexibility in attack. Once they’d come over the Western Mountains it would be a head-to-head fight with the Southlanders. A fight even my father wouldn’t risk. A fight the Irons already lost once before.”

“They could go south and cut through the Desert Lands.”

“And deal with the Sand dragons? No one’s that foolhardy.”

“Then the north it is.”

He took in a breath. “I realized they could come up by the Borderlands that dissect the Northlands and the Ice Lands from each other.

Cut through the Mountains of My Mother’s Misery and—” Keita placed her free hand on Ragnar’s knee. “I’m sorry but…the Mountains of My Mother’s Misery? That’s the actual name?” Appearing more embarrassed than she’d seen him before, Ragnar gave a small shrug. “Naming things…not our strong suit in the Northlands.”

“I see that now. So you think the Ice Land dragons will help?”

“There are no Ice Land dragons. There are the Snow dragons, who consider the Northlands a hot jungle of heat and misery. Somehow I doubt they’d be invading anytime soon.”

“Oh.”

“And then there are the Eternal Ones. The immortals who chose eternal life over family. There are only a handful of them, but they are dangerous.”

“Do you think they’ll help the Sovereigns?”

“They hate everyone. Eternal life has not made them happy from what I’ve heard and read. But if they decide to aid Thracius, as well, they would be a definite problem—they spew acid.”

“Ew.” That sounded so unpleasant, Keita thought no more about it.

“So you really think your cousin…”

“Styrbjörn.”

“Yes, Styrbjörn. You think he would really help the Irons?”

“No, Keita. I think he already has.”

Keita, so surprised by his admission, tried to pull her hand away, but Ragnar was in no mood to release her. He was trusting her at this moment.

Trusting her more than he’d trusted anyone before, except for his brother and cousin.

When he didn’t release her hand, she relaxed and asked, “What do you mean he already has?”

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“My commanders near the Borderlands believe Styrbjörn had a small battalion of Irons escorted through the territory. A dragoness was with them, and much coin must have been exchanged for them to have not tried to take her.”

“Styrbjörn would betray his own for the Sovereigns?”

“It’s said that the closer one gets to the Ice Lands, the more one realizes that coin can buy you much. Especially loyalty.” She squeezed his fingers with her own. “Where was this battalion taken?”

“As far as the Southland borders. After that—my commanders don’t know.”

“Fuck me,” she said in a low voice.

Ragnar gazed at the stream. “I worry there may not be time to wait for those who will betray your mother, and the throne, to come to us.” Hating that he had to do this but knowing he had no choice, he raised his gaze to Keita’s.

Her smile was sweet. “It’s all right, Ragnar. I’ve been thinking the same thing. But mostly because after my fight with Morfyd, I’m more than ready to get this over with so I can flee her judgmental glare.”

“Doing this will be dangerous, Keita. To let others know you knew Esyld’s whereabouts and purposely didn’t tell your mother…I mean, Rhiannon was right after all. You
were
breaking Southland law, and that is dangerous.”

“Good games are always dangerous.”

“This is hardly a game anymore. Especially when it can turn your kin against you.”

“My kin will shake their heads in disgust and say, ‘That Keita. She hasn’t got a bit of sense in her head.’ And mother already knows. She was my biggest threat.”

“Your brothers?”

“Fearghus and Briec will yell and snarl and spit fire…. That’s what they do. But they’d never harm me. And Gwenvael has known Esyld’s location for two years now. Besides, if we can lure out the ones who would betray the throne—then it’s worth the risk. Not to mention that all this sitting around,
waiting
for something to happen…”

“I know. Boring.”

“Bloody boring. And who knows? If we time this right, we can get this resolved in no time and once the feast is over, you and your kin can head back to the north and I can head off…anywhere.”

“Is there no place you call home?”

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“The
world
is my home.”

“Your home is huge.”

“I need space.” She rubbed his shoulder with her free hand. “Good.

You’re laughing.”

“Laughing or not, I’ll not leave your side until this is done.”

“Then you best take me back so you can be caught sneaking out of my room when the two suns rise.”

“And why is that necessary again?”

“Because it’ll appear much more devious if it looks like we’re hiding our relationship. Something I never do. Everyone will wonder why I’m hiding it this time. Add in the truth about Esyld, and it’ll look like a plot against my mother.”

And that’s what worried him. Terrified him. Not for himself, for Keita. “This is dangerous.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t allow you to fall in love with me if that’s your worry.”

“It’s not. I’m talking about the danger to you when the truth comes out.”

“Come, come now,” she teased. “We both know that what you’re afraid of is falling in love with me. And you should be. I am
astounding
.”

“You’re something, all right.”

She studied him for a moment, then said, “Here, we’ll make a pact.”

“What kind of pact? A you-won’t-let-me-fall-in-love-with-you pact?”

“No. You’ll just have to suffer your broken heart when I go away—

and I will go away.”

“Then what?”

“That until this is over, we’re loyal to each other.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“That we’ll do nothing tricky to betray the other. We’re on the same side with this. I do trust you, but when it’s my life in play…”

“I understand and always like extra precautions myself. But I will never betray you, Keita.” And he knew he meant every word of that.

“Then you won’t mind committing yourself to me.”

“Not at all.” But when she lifted her hand to her mouth, palm up, Ragnar quickly added, “But if you spit in your palm, I’m not shaking it.” Her hand dropped. “So picky.” She studied the ground around them, then stretched her body over his lap and dug into his travel bag.

The shirt he’d put on her had ridden up to her waist and he had what could only be called the most adorable ass of all time staring him in the face…wiggling. “What are you doing?”

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She shimmied off his lap, which he didn’t appreciate at all because he was appreciating it too much, and opened her hand. “What are these?” she asked.