Last Dragon Standing (38 page)

“Isn’t Dagmar
wild
? You should see her when she’s training her dogs!”

“Stop it. Both of you.”

Keita placed her hand on Dagmar’s arm. “There’s no shame in hiring a whore to satisfy your needs, Lady Dagmar. I’d do the same if I couldn’t decide which I preferred more, a cock or a puss—”

“You and I both know Dana is no whore.”

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“Perhaps murderess is more apt a title?”

“What does that make you then?” Ragnar asked Keita.

“Loyal to my people. Now shut up.”

“Was it your loyalty that led you to Lord Bampour’s room that morning?” Dagmar asked.

“I was merely concerned for poor Lord Bampour’s health. He wasn’t well at all at our dinner.”

Dagmar’s lips twitched into what could almost be called a smile.

“She’s a much better liar than you, Defiler.” Gasping in practiced horror, Keita pressed her hands against her chest.

“Are you suggesting I’m
lying
, Lady Dagmar?”

“I’m suggesting you wouldn’t bother using truth if it promised to erect a temple in your honor.”

Keita held up one finger, waved it. “I beg to differ on that.” She shrugged at Ragnar. “I’ve always wanted a temple.”

“Where males from all across the land could come and worship you!” Gwenvael cheered.

“Yes! And they’d have to bring me gifts because I would be a god.” She sighed. “I love gifts.”

Dagmar gazed over Keita’s shoulder at Ragnar. “Have you been putting up with this for the last few days?”

“Yes.” He frowned. “I’ve been enjoying it, too…. That’s not a good thing, is it?”

“Don’t worry,” Dagmar told him. “It only hurts a little in the beginning.”

Ren of the Chosen Dynasty stepped into the Dragon Queen’s chamber. She smiled at him, showing many rows of fangs, and gestured him over with a wave of her claw.

“Hello, my friend.”

He rose up on his hind legs, then dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “My queen.”

“Oh, for the sake of the gods, Ren. Who’s that performance for?” Ren sat back on his haunches, tossed the fur that fell into his eyes. “I like to err on the side of etiquette, Rhiannon.” She laughed and waved her claw again. This time, it released a collar she wore, the chain that was linked to it, attached to a wall. It was a game the queen and her consort played. A game Ren never questioned. Mostly because it was none of his business, but also because what went on between the pair was something pure and white hot. And, to Ren’s kind, explained 251

how things had changed so much among the Southland dragons of the west.

Only a love like that of Rhiannon and Bercelak could transform everything the dragons of this land had known.

“You summoned me?”

“I did.” She sat down and patted a spot next to her on the slab of rock.

Of course, this was not her official throne. That was in another cavern that had room enough for the Elders. Nor was this her bedchamber. It was, simply, the Queen’s Chamber, where many world-altering decisions often took place.

Ren sat down, and the queen said, “I want to thank you for watching out for my Keita. Being good at what she does makes her a target, and knowing you’ve often supported her has brought me great comfort.”

“Excuse my boldness, but I didn’t think you gave two shits what your whore daughter did. Or were those not the exact words you said to her sixty-eight years ago—correct?”

“I won’t explain the relationship I have with my daughter to anyone.

Not to you—”

“Not to her.”

“Not to anyone. What I do and why I do it, is mine to know and understand.”

“I see. Then perhaps we should address what you want with me.”

“I need you to head west and—”

“No.” Ren shook his head. “I’ll not leave so you can have Keita at the will of that Northlander.”

“He worries you.”

“He was able to hurt her when no male I’ve known has ever managed before.”

“Which means what to you?”

“That she’s vulnerable to him. I don’t like it.”

“It’s not yours to like or not like. Keita may be vulnerable to him, as you put it, but I have no doubt that will only make it harder for him to get near her. But separating you two isn’t my goal here.”

“Then what is your goal? What can only
I
help you with?”

“I need you to look into something for me.”

“Which is?”

She tossed something at him, and Ren caught it in his claw. He studied it. “A gold Quintilian coin.”

“A
Sovereign
coin. There is a difference.” He knew that. A Quintilian coin could be found anywhere and was used throughout the lands. A Sovereign coin, which held vastly more value because it was pure gold, was 252

only found in the Quintilian empire and usually only among the nobles. “It was found buried under the remains of another town destroyed by what we had believed to be one of the barbarian tribes.”

“But you no longer think it’s the barbarians?”

“Whoever is doing this kills everyone and take no slaves. Barbarians of the Western Mountains always take slaves. That’s how they make their money.”

“You truly think it’s the Sovereigns?”

“I know it’s the Sovereigns. But I need hard proof. Not only for the Elders, who have never felt good about my alliance with the Lightnings, but for my offspring. They think I only want war.”

“Don’t you?”

She threw her claws up, reminding him of her daughter. “Yes! But only with those I
know
I can destroy—and that, my friend, is
not
the Irons.” 253

“You are a Protector of the Throne?” Dagmar nodded at Keita’s admission, and leaned close to Gwenvael. “What is that exactly?” It was so rare that there was something—
anything!
—his mate did not know, he would admit he took a moment to enjoy the sensation. Until she said, “Well?”

“They’re like…special agents to the throne, I guess.”

“You mean spies?” Dagmar asked, focusing on his sister. “You?

You’re a…spy?”

“I prefer Protector. Spy sounds so sordid, don’t you think?”

“
You?
” Dagmar said again, forcing Gwenvael to bump her with his hip. So far Keita seemed to like Dagmar; he wanted to keep it that way. He’d ended up on the wrong side of Keita’s rage more than once, and spending three days doing nothing but vomiting up whatever she’d slipped into his food or wine was not a fate he’d want his lovely mate to endure. “It’s just…

you seem so vapid.”

Gwenvael flinched, but Keita only laughed. “I do, don’t I? And mostly I am. Except when it comes to the throne. I will protect that with my dying breath, if necessary.”

“Hopefully, it won’t be,” the Lightning cut in, and Gwenvael couldn’t help sneering at the bastard.

“What do you have to do with anything?” When the Lightning didn’t reply, Gwenvael looked at his sister. “Keita? What’s going on with you two?”

“I’m simply using him for sex.”

“Of course you are. But that doesn’t explain why you’ve still allowed him to hang around you once you’re done.”

“He’s very good?”

Dagmar pressed the back of her hand to Gwenvael’s chest, her gaze on Keita and Ragnar. “Is this about the Sovereigns?” she asked, and when both their expressions turned perfectly blank, Gwenvael knew his mate had guessed right.

Keita studied the human Gwenvael had mated himself to. “How much can she be trusted?” she asked her brother.

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family. Her loyalty is not in question. Even Father trusts her.” Surprised, Keita raised a brow. “Indeed?” She nodded. “Then I’ll make this quick and what I tell you goes no farther than these walls.” When they all agreed, she continued. “There’s a distinct chance Overlord Thracius hopes to put me on the throne. Mother thinks he’s already secured the assistance of someone in her court. She believes they’ll approach me soon, but to speed that process up a bit…I need it to get out that I’ve known where Esyld has been all this time.”

Her brother shook his head. “Are you insane? If the family finds out

—”

“It’s a risk I have to take. And I think you can help me, Dagmar.”

“You want me to get the rumor about you and Esyld out?”

“Can you think of anyone better to make that happen?” Dagmar smirked. “Not really.”

“I don’t like this, Keita,” Gwenvael said.

“I know you don’t, but I need the traitors to present themselves much sooner. I fear we’re running out of time.”

Gwenvael began to argue, but his mate cut him off.

“She’s right.” Dagmar let out a breath. “We’ve become fairly certain the Sovereign human troops are raiding small towns and villages near the Western Mountains. Dividing Annwyl’s troops, hoping to pull more dragon troops there to help.”

“And it seems Styrbjörn the Revolting may be helping Thracius,” Ragnar added. “Everything is moving into place. As much as I hate this as well, we must push this along.”

“And what about the safety of my sister?” Gwenvael demanded, glaring at the Northlander but making Keita feel a touch more special than she had a few minutes ago.

“I will protect your sister with my life. I swear it on the Code and the name of my kin.”

“Which means what to me?” Gwenvael demanded.

“Everything,” Dagmar told her mate. “It means everything.”

“Keita?” Gwenvael asked her. “What say you?”

“I trust Ragnar the Cunning as I trust you…or actually more like I trust Ren.”

Gwenvael pouted. “You trust Ren more than me?”

“At least he’s reliable.”

“You can’t seriously still be blaming me for that, little sister! I was late one time!”

“And I nearly lost this
amazing
head! If it hadn’t been for Ren, my 255

perfection would have been lost for the ages. I still don’t know how you live with yourself after that!”

“Because
my
perfection would have remained. And that’s all that matters!”

They eventually left the warehouse, the pairs separating. As they headed back to the castle, Gwenvael took his mate’s hand.

“Well?” he asked.

“I can’t believe you never told me.”

“It wasn’t my information to tell. And she’s my sister.”

“Reason help me, she is
so
your sister, Gwenvael.”

“What does that mean?”

“I hope Ragnar understands what he’s about to get himself involved with.”

“He’s already fucked her—how much more involved can he get?”

“He hasn’t.”

“He hasn’t what?”

“As you so eloquently put it, fucked her.”

Gwenvael stopped, pulling his mate to a halt. “How do you know that?”

“Instinct. Body language. Your sister is very smart. She knows having a very secret relationship with Ragnar, a low-born enemy dragon—no matter how many alliances your mother agrees to, many of your kin and other noble dragons still consider the Northland dragons enemies—Keita comes off even more of the bored royal itching for her mother’s throne. She plays stupid because it makes her seem controllable. Too bad she’s more like her mother than either of them seems to realize.”

“Don’t ever say that loud enough Keita can hear you. She’ll rip your throat out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She tugged, and they began to walk again.

“But they will be soon enough, I’m guessing.” Gwenvael had learned over the years that his mate had a tendency to jump from conversation to conversation because that’s how her brilliant mind worked. Most beings could barely manage one or two cohesive thoughts at a time; Dagmar seemed to manage hundreds.

“They will be soon enough what?”

“Fucking.”

Gwenvael stopped again. “I thought you just said they weren’t?”

“They’re not. Although I don’t know why it bothers you so much.”

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I got you?”

“I think it would be very hard for any male to toy with your sister and live to enjoy it. But it doesn’t matter because that’s not Ragnar’s way.” When Gwenvael could only manage a grunt, Dagmar stroked her free hand against his chin. “And I’m with you, not with him. He understands that.”

“He better.”

“Besides, I’m sure once he beds your sister, he won’t think about me for another second.”

“How are you so sure that’ll happen?”

“Do you need my spectacles to see, Defiler?” She tugged him into moving again. “They’re both gagging for it!” Keita was heading out of town with Ragnar when she saw him. He stood by a blacksmith stall, talking to a pretty young girl. He held the girl’s hand and leaned in close.

She stopped, stared, rage singing through her veins.

“Keita?” Ragnar slid his hand down her back. “What is it?” Unable to answer, her anger too great, she marched across the street until she reached the pair. Lifting both her hands, she slammed them into the human male, shoving him to the side. She grudgingly had to admit she was impressed. Although hitting her brothers like that would do little more than annoy them, she had been known to break a few bones of the human males.

This one, however, just stared at her.

“Keita?” he asked, obviously shocked.

“Do you think,” she snarled at the bastard, “that you can do this and get away with it? That
I’d
let you do this?” The general of Annwyl’s armies and her sister’s worthless human mate frowned,
appearing
confused; then his eyes grew wide. “No, no. You don’t under—”

Unable to look at him without wanting to set him on fire, she spun on the girl. “You. Whore. Get from my sight, or I swear by all the gods that I’ll destroy
everything
that you love!”

The girl, rightly terrified, burst into tears and ran off, allowing Keita to focus on the man behind her.

She faced him, pointing a finger. “I should rip the flesh from your human carcass, you low-born—”

“She’s my cousin,” he cut in.

“Yeah. Right. Nice one. Like I’ve never heard
that
line of centaur shit before.”

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“I was asking her to be our new nanny.”

That had a ring of truth to it, didn’t it? “New nanny?”

“We lost another nanny, and Morfyd asked me to see if my young cousin would take the position. The young cousin you just sent screaming and sobbing back to my aunt and uncle, who will probably never let me see her again.”