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Authors: G. A. Aiken

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Chapter 10
“No. Absolutely not.”
Talaith got up and followed Briec while he stalked around their bedroom.
“I think you’re being unreasonable,” she told him.
“I’m being a father.”
“No. You’re being
your
father.”
“Well, you don’t have to get nasty,” he tossed back at her, looping around the bed again.
“Just let her spend the day with him. He must like her if he’s still willing to after what you did.”
Briec stopped and spun around to face her. “Of course he still likes her. She’s perfect. She’s—”
“Your daughter. Yes. Yes. We all know. Which means that you should understand exactly how stubborn and difficult
your
daughter can be when she doesn’t get her bloody way.”
“She’s too young,” he now argued.
“She’s sixteen, Briec. Not a dragon sixteen either, but a healthy sixteen-year-old girl who likes a boy. There’s no shame in that.”
“You want her involved with this . . . this . . .”
Talaith crossed her arms over her chest. “Human?”
“I was going to say cock-haver, but human covers it, too.”
Rubbing her eyes, she paced away from him. “All she wants is to go into town with him. Do a little shopping and have luncheon at the tavern. Not become his wife.”
“No.”
“I’ve already discussed it with Brastias and he says he’ll go with them. You know how protective he is of his niece.”
“Then why can’t I go?”
“Because now when that poor boy sees you, he pisses himself. So that’s not a good idea.”
“Weakness! Why should
my
daughter be around someone so weak and useless?”
“You could stop her if you’d like—”
“Good.” He headed toward the door. “I will.”
“Just like my mother stopped me. Izzy is evidence of how successful that was.”
Briec stopped with his hand on the doorknob, his entire body tense.
“Do you really want to be called ‘grandfather’ by some byproduct of Lord Pombray’s bloodline?”
Her mate shuddered at the thought and Talaith bit the inside of her mouth to stop from laughing. When he didn’t move, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her cheek against his back and said, “The Pombrays won’t be here for long. Let her do this. Just one day, then they’ll secretly flirt until he leaves.”
“And Brastias will—”
“Keep a very close eye on them. I promise.”
“And if you’re wrong about all this?”
“You’ll be able to lord it over me from now until our ancestors take us home.”
He nodded. “As long as you understand that last bit.”
Izzy pulled her horse to a stop beside Éibhear’s and, like him, gazed down into the town below. Past that town she could see Annwyl’s castle, where the sight of dragons circling the tall spires of the building always told her that she was home again.
“You all right?” she asked.
“Aye. Just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve been back here.”
“Sure you don’t want to see your mum first? I know for a fact she’s missed you greatly.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because she said, ‘I miss my son greatly.’”
He snorted a little, but the smile was there. “You don’t really go for general euphemisms, do you, Izzy?”
“I don’t even know what that means, so I’ll go with no. I don’t.” She adjusted the reins in her hand. “I can take your horse for you, if you want to head to Devenallt.” Devenallt Mountain was the seat of power of the ruling Southland dragons and where the Dragon Queen, Éibhear’s mum and Izzy’s grandmum-by-mating, lived in safety.
“And be forced to see my father at the same time?” He shook his head. “No. I think I’d rather deal with my brothers first.”
“I wouldn’t worry,” she teased. “I’m sure they didn’t even notice you were gone.”
“Thank you. That’s very nice.”
“Just getting you ready for the rest of the family. Isn’t that what nieces are for?”
Éibhear rolled his eyes. “We’re not back here again, are we?”
“Oh, dear old uncle.” She patted his cheek ever so gently. “You dear
old
thing. You know you’re my favorite old uncle.”
“Vicious cow,” Éibhear muttered under his breath. “Heartless, vicious cow,” he amended.
Laughing, Izzy spurred her horse on and headed toward home and whatever waited there for her.
Éibhear watched Izzy ride down the trail toward home. Brannie pulled up next to him, giving him a quick once-over. “Going to Garbhán Isle looking like that, are you?”
“What’s wrong with how I look?”
His cousin sighed, shook her head, and followed after Izzy.
He watched them for a bit before he snarled, “And where do you lot think you’re going?”
“To the pub,” Aidan answered for them all.
“You’re not coming with me?”
“I know your brothers, which should answer that question. And Cas and Uther have heard your tales over the years, sooooo . . . no. We’re going to the pub. Get drunk. Get some pussy. Maybe gamble a bit. Good luck to ya.”
His comrades continued on down a path that led to the closest pub, leaving Éibhear alone. It wasn’t until now that he’d bothered to think much on how difficult this could possibly be. His kin, both the royal side and the Cadwaladrs, didn’t think much of the Mì-runach. The royals avoided them and the Cadwaladrs thought of them as crazed dogs to be unleashed in battle when you didn’t care what the outcome might be. Éibhear had once thought the same thing . . . until he’d become one. Until he realized how important the Mì-runach were to the survival of their kind. But he knew better than to try to convince his kin of any of that. Dragons rarely changed their minds unless forced to, and Éibhear was no longer as tolerant as he once had been.
Still . . . it had been ten years. He was no longer the hatchling they’d adored, nor the unhappy adolescent they’d had little patience for. Instead, he was Éibhear the Contemptible, Squad Leader of the Mì-runach; Hated Southlander of the Ice Land Dragons; and Destroyer of Sixteen Ice Land Dragon Tribes—a number that outranked all other Mì-runach.
When he realized none of that would matter to his siblings, he briefly debated following his mates to the pub. But Éibhear knew he couldn’t avoid this forever. Avoid
them
forever.
So he tapped the sides of his horse with his heels and the animal moved forward, taking Éibhear home—and to whatever awaited him there.
 
 
Dagmar went out of her way not to react when she heard Briec the Mighty imperiously inform his daughter that he was “allowing” her to spend an afternoon with Lord Pombray’s son. Instead she kept her head down and her smile to herself.
Although she greatly doubted the relationship between the boy and Rhi would go beyond some innocent flirtation, she knew it was important for Rhi to get away from her overprotective father, uncles, and cousins for a bit. Dagmar didn’t want the same life for Briec’s daughter that she’d had. Having to lie, connive, and quietly make things happen in the background while the men took all the credit was no life for any female. And now that Dagmar had gone years being trusted with the security of these lands and the politics of the Southlanders, she couldn’t imagine going back to the life she’d lived in the north.
This was especially true when she saw her brother’s son wander into the Great Hall. Poor, confused idiot. He’d been here for several days and yet he seemed baffled by everything. People talked to him and he stared at them mindlessly. She even noticed that Frederik’s brothers and cousins paid little attention to the boy. Clearly the men of her family had already given up on him. They weren’t comfortable with men as smart as Dagmar—and yes, she knew she was smart . . . definitely smarter than any male in her family—but they had no use for males too stupid for basic conversation who were also completely unable to handle a sword or mace or any other weapon. And the boy couldn’t handle any weapon. He was as bad as Dagmar, and that said much.
Which was why she knew that her nephews would ask her to keep Frederik for a while. Reason forbid the big bastards should try to deal with the tragic idiot themselves. Instead they’d try to pawn him off on someone else. Well, Dagmar had no intention of letting that happen this time. She
refused
to play these ridiculous games with her family. Still, for now, she’d have to tolerate the boy. It was the least she could do for him.
Biting back a sigh, Dagmar motioned him over, but he only frowned. So, she snapped, “
Frederik.
”
He made his way over to her, but slammed his leg into the table before he sat down in the chair next to her. She was convinced the boy must be covered in bruises from all the things he walked into during the day.
“Morning, Auntie Dagmar.”
“Morning, Frederik. Do you like your room?” she asked, falling back on the boring patter she used with most royals.
“Yes, yes. It’s very nice.”
“Good.”
When she couldn’t think of anything else to say to the boy, she went back to reading her missives from several of the ports Annwyl’s troops controlled and trying to block out Rhi’s excited babble. Shame Keita wasn’t around. She’d love all this discussion over gowns and what one girl should wear to walk into town and go shopping with one boy.
“Nothing revealing,” her father warned.
“Daddy,” Rhi chastised.
“Do you want the boy to live to see the birth of his children with some other boring human female, or do you want to be crying at his funeral pyre? Your choice.”
“
Daddy!
”
Dagmar was shaking her head and quietly chuckling when she sensed
them
nearby.
She lifted her head and found Talan sitting on her right, eating the buttered bread she’d had on a plate beside all her papers. Talwyn sat cattycorner from Frederik—who still hadn’t noticed anything—her feet on the worn wood, her bright green eyes watching Rhi and Briec at the other end of the table.
“Mornin’, Aunt Dagmar,” Talan murmured around
her
food. Only eighteen and his voice was no more than a low rumble of sound. It had been that way since he was twelve. Something that still disturbed her a bit.
“Talan.”
“Anything interesting in there?” he asked, trying to see the documents she was reviewing.
Dagmar placed her arm over the parchment, stared her nephew directly in those black eyes. “Nothing for you to see, I assure you.”
His grin was disturbingly wicked for someone so young. A smile that his sister only had when weapons were involved.
“What’s all this about?” Talwyn asked, motioning down the table with her apple.
“Rhi is going to be spending the day with young Albrecht.”
“What?” Talwyn looked at Rhi. “Oy!”
Rhi let out a breath and Dagmar knew the girl was steeling herself. The connection between the twins and Rhi was unbelievably strong. But the arguing . . .

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