How to Drive a Dragon Crazy (40 page)

Authors: G. A. Aiken

BOOK: How to Drive a Dragon Crazy

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The dragon pulled Izzy into his body, one arm around her waist, the other still over her face while Izzy continued to swing and curse behind that hand. “Poor Izzy is always so eager to work. I often have to remind her that she’s merely human and needs her rest.”

“It’s not a problem,” Maskini told him. “We can send my troops out tonight to do some recon around the city. We’ll have more information for you in the morning so you won’t have to waste any time.”

“Excellent! Hear that, Izzy? This is just what we need.”

Although Maskini couldn’t quite make out the words, she sensed that her granddaughter was not agreeing with the dragon.

“My lady—”

“General.”

“Right. Well, General, will you be able to fit my comrades and Branwen in your beautiful home for the night? Or should I find them accommodations in the city?”

“They can stay here.”

Rachel looked at her. “They can?”

“Of course. The three males can stay with you, dragon. And Branwen can stay with Izzy.”

She saw the immediate disappointment on the dragon’s face. “Oh. Branwen won’t get her own room?”

“We just don’t have the space. Sorry. But I’m sure the, uh,
cousins
would like to share a room together tonight. Eh, ladies?”

“Oh, yes, General,” the lady dragon crowed. “Thank you!”

Now those two, Branwen and the blue-haired dragon, were definitely related and viewed each other as such.

Izzy finally pulled herself from the dragon’s arms, spun around, and slapped at his chest and shoulders with her hands.

Rachel leaned in and whispered in Maskini’s ear, “I certainly hope she’s better in battle than this.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t wait. We should go looking tonight,” Izzy pushed.

Brannie pulled on a loose, white cotton shirt and soft cotton leggings. Her usual clothes for sleeping whenever humans were around.

“Maskini already sent out her troops. You gave them detailed instructions. I don’t know what you think we can do. We don’t even know this city.” Brannie looked over her shoulder. Izzy stood on the other side of the bed they’d be sharing, dressed in the same style as Brannie but her shirt was blue. “You’re anxious, Iz. Why?”

“Don’t know.”

Bran settled on the bed, her legs crossed. Izzy always got like this when she had to wait to go into battle. Like Annwyl, she wasn’t good with the waiting. Unlike Annwyl, however, Izzy could go ages without a good war to keep her busy. As long as she got in her daily training and spent time with her troops, she was fine. But when she knew a battle was imminent, Izzy hated the occasional delay that happened before she could dive in and start the killing. That’s when Brannie had to be careful because it was easy to start fights with her cousin.

“Don’t worry, Iz. We’ll get this cleaned up, get Elisa’s agreement about your sister, and take it from there.”

“Right. Of course.”

Bran knew her cousin had given up that fight much too easily, which made her think there might be something else going on. Something beyond all the doings of witches and sand.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Brannie demanded quietly, so as not to disturb the rest of the house, which had settled down for the evening.

“What are you talking about?”

“You. You’re anxious. Practically crawling the walls.”

“I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Does what’s on your mind have really big hands and blue hair?”

“Let it go, Bran.”

“You fucked him, right?”

“So? It’s not like he’s the first.”

“There’s fucking, Iz, and then there’s something more. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told.”

“And?”

“And, it looks to me like you’ve got something more.”

“With Éibhear? Lord I-Can’t-Get-Too-Close?”

“He doesn’t seem to mind getting too close now. Doing it in front of your human kin, too. With all of them glaring at him. The fact he hasn’t run off screaming I find admirable.”

Izzy chuckled and sat down on the bed. “They probably don’t like him because he’s dragon.”

“They tolerate me well enough. Not an unkind word or terrified scream of panic yet.” Bran studied her friend. “You falling for him, Iz?”

Izzy snorted, shook her head, and said, “Come on, Bran. I fell for that idiot when I was sixteen. Now I’m in love with him!” Izzy grabbed a pillow and began to rip it into shreds, feathers flying all over the room. “
Because apparently my life isn’t ridiculous enough!
”

“Well,” Brannie reasoned, stopping to blow a white feather off her nose, “as long as you’re handling it well . . .”

When the knock came, Uther scrambled across the room—ignoring the fact that he was stepping on actual chests in the process—and snatched the door open.

One of Izzy’s aunts held a tray piled with food and drink. Although she looked ready to bolt at the sight of Uther’s overeager face.

“Is that for us?” he asked; then he smiled.

That didn’t seem to soothe her.

“Uh . . . thought you all might be hungry. And my father wanted to make sure you wouldn’t turn on us in the middle of the night because you hadn’t been fed enough.”

“Good plan!” Uther said, taking the tray from her.

Éibhear quickly stepped to the door and gave his warmest smile. “Thank you so much for this. We appreciate it. And you can tell your father he need have no fear of us.”

“Yeah.” She looked them over. “Right.”

Éibhear watched the woman walk away before he closed the door and rounded on his comrades. “Is there something wrong with all of you?” he demanded.

“Now that we have food . . . no.”

“You’re an idiot.” Éibhear stomped back across the room and, still fully clothed, dropped facedown onto the bed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m trying to ease the discomfort of these people, but you lot aren’t helping.”

“Why bother?” Caswyn asked around a mouth full of food. “It’s not like we’re staying here forever.”

“They’re Izzy’s kin.”

“She seems to get along fine with them.”

“Yeah, but . . . I’m just saying . . .” Éibhear growled. “Forget it. I don’t know why I bloody bother.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to tell us, but you sound particularly pathetic.”

“What he’s trying to say,” Aidan offered, “is that he wants Izzy’s human kin to like him. Unlike his own kin, who can barely stand the sight of him.”

“Thank you for that. That was very nice.”

“What do you care if they like you or not?” Uther asked.

“Because it matters.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“By the gods of piss, blood, and death!” Aidan exploded. “Because he loves her!”

“Oh.” Uther stared at Éibhear. “Why didn’t you say that then?”

Éibhear pulled the linen bedsheet over his head and he was quite proud of himself for not tearing Uther’s head off when the idiot pushed, “Well . . . why didn’t you?”

Chapter 40

It was the blade sliding under her chin that woke Izzy up. Otherwise, she didn’t hear a thing.

With the blade resting against her neck, she slowly rolled onto her back. A Sand dragon in human form stood above her. She could tell by the hair and that bronze overlay. With the curved sword under her chin held in one hand, he raised the forefinger of the other and placed it against his lips.

It wouldn’t have mattered to Izzy. She’d risk a cut throat before she’d let someone drag her anywhere. But the Sand dragon wasn’t alone. He had another dragon, also in human form, with him, and that one held a sword over a snoring Brannie’s chest.

And that was something Izzy wouldn’t risk. So she slowly got up, that blade never far from her throat, and let the Sand dragons lead her out into the city.

Éibhear sat up and as soon as he was awake, the other Mì-runach woke up as well.

“What?” Aidan asked.

“Thought I heard something.” He slipped off the bed and eased the door open. He listened again, but this time Éibhear didn’t hear anything. Yet he knew what he was feeling. Threatened. He just didn’t know why.

Stepping out into the hallway, Éibhear listened again. Still nothing, but he decided to check it out. He eased down the hallway, heard a creak, and stopped. Holding his hand out, Aidan placed Éibhear’s short sword in his hand. With a nod, he proceeded forward. As he reached the turn into the next hallway, he readied his weapon before he strode around that corner—and ran right into Brannie.

“
Gods
.” He lowered the sword he’d almost skewered her with. “What the hells do you think you’re doing?”

“Looking for Izzy, and, Éibhear—”

But Éibhear didn’t wait for his cousin to finish, simply pushed past her and stalked down the hall to Izzy’s room. He threw the door open and went in.

Izzy was gone, but her weapons were still there. Izzy wouldn’t even go out to take a piss without a weapon. Suddenly Éibhear realized the true value of that damn dog that was still at the Imperial Guards dog kennels—Macsen would have alerted them all to any threat near Izzy.

Éibhear sniffed the air. He scented Izzy, Brannie, and . . .

“Éibhear?”

“Sand Eaters. They were here.” He turned and walked past Aidan. “Get everyone up. Now.”

Éibhear had been right. The Cult of Chramnesind was in the sewers but not living in the shit-covered tunnels. They’d built chambers directly off the tunnels, burrowing far into the center of the city. But Izzy still didn’t know what they could possibly want from her or why they hadn’t killed her yet.

Izzy was pulled into a chamber and her wrists bound behind her. With a hand against her back, she was shoved forward.

She could tell the zealots right away. She knew this even though some were dragon, others human, some neither of the two; some from the Desert Lands, others clearly from different territories. But what identified them as the most devoted to their god was the fact that the zealots had blood-and-dirt encrusted bindings around their heads, where their eyes had probably once been, and wore witch’s robes. Some carried wands or staffs.

Those with eyes still in their heads were the converts, she suspected. And, like the zealots, they came from a wide range of species and territories. Some on their knees in supplication, others standing guard. She didn’t know why because they didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her.

“So what do you want?” Izzy asked the room.

“Who is that?”

Izzy turned toward the voice coming from behind her.

“Vateria,” Izzy sneered.

“I asked a question,” Vateria snapped, ignoring Izzy. “Who is this?”

“The one you wanted. Daughter of Talaith.”

Vateria put her talons to her temples and rubbed them, sighing dramatically. “I said she was sixteen winters. Does she look like sixteen winters to you?”

“You said Daughter of Talaith,” the dragon insisted. “
She’s
Daughter of Talaith.”

“The older sister, you idiot.” She threw her claws into the air. “I am surrounded by stupidity!”

Vateria gestured at Izzy. “This bitch has no power. Her sister has the power. She’s the one I want.”

“Well, she’s not here. So what do you want us to do with this one?”

“Kill her.” She started to turn away, but then stopped. “Wait. Stop.”

“They hadn’t actually started.”

“Shut up, human.” She faced Izzy, looked her over. “Yes. Your sister is powerful. She’ll feel your pain. Know your suffering. She’ll come to protect you.”

The Sand dragon behind Izzy sighed deeply. “I guess you’re torturing this one too.”

Izzy had to chuckle. “You sound so bored.”

The She-dragon’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t fear me, do you, human?”

“I already know what you can do. What you’re willing to do. To your own family, if need be.”

Vateria leaned in to get a better look. “Why do I know your face?”

Izzy smirked. “Because I was there when my queen killed your lover—and you couldn’t stop her.”

The She-dragon’s back snapped straight, eyes fierce. “I remember you. Annwyl’s little pet whore who fought the ogres to distract me.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Excellent point.”

Vateria turned away, her tail lashing out. It hit Izzy full on the side of the face and she immediately felt blood drip down her jaw to her chest, but she didn’t fall. She wouldn’t.

The She-dragon looked at Izzy over her shoulder, her eyes widening a bit. “My, my. You are strong.”

Izzy grinned. “You have no idea.”

Éibhear stalked behind the humans, allowing them to lead the way toward the sewers. Izzy’s kin had moved like lightning as soon as they’d heard she was gone, calling in the Imperial Guards and readying them for combat. Now they would take the information that they’d gotten from the scouts Maskini had sent out earlier and track down Izzy.

He refused to think beyond that. Of what might be happening to Izzy. He had to believe she’d be okay because he needed her to be okay.

The Mì-runach were with him, keeping their distance but still, in the most important sense, by his side. They would always be by his side, as he would always be Mì-runach. And knowing that kept him focused because he knew he wouldn’t have to fight alone to get Izzy back.

“You know, you might be going in the wrong direction.” Éibhear slowed down and stopped, slowly facing the owner of the voice. A male. A dragon male in human form. But not a Sand Eater. Nor a Southlander. In fact, Éibhear didn’t know what breed this dragon was. He couldn’t scent anything specific about him, but rather
all
. Although that didn’t make sense, did it?

“Really?” Éibhear asked.

“Hhhm. Just a thought really.”

“Do I know you?”

“Not that I’m aware.”

“Éibhear?” Aidan walked back toward him. “You all right?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He looked at the other dragon. “So you think I’m going in the wrong direction.”

“Just a thought.”

“So you said.”

“Éibhear—”

Éibhear shook his head to silence Aidan. “So what’s the right direction?”

“
Éibhear
.”

“What?” he snapped.

Aidan shrugged a bit, Caswyn and Uther now standing behind him also looking concerned. “Who are you talking to?”

“I’m talking to—” Éibhear blinked, looked at his comrades. They stared at him like he’d lost his reason. Because they couldn’t see the other dragon, could they?

He faced the god, stared hard at him. “Where is she?” he asked flatly.

“They’ve always underestimated you, haven’t they? Big, sweet Éibhear with the heart of gold. They thought you’d be like that forever.”

“Where is she?”

“But Izzy . . . my little Izzy always had faith in you. Even when you were breaking her heart. Even when you were accusing her of all manner of beastly things. Tell me something, little blue dragon, when you find her body, will you feel guilty?”

Éibhear swallowed past what felt like definite panic. “Are you trying to tell me you won’t keep protecting her? That you don’t have plans for her?”

“Is that what you think? That I protect her? Do you have so little faith in my Izzy?”

“She’s not
your
anything. She’s never been yours. Izzy doesn’t belong to anyone.”

“Perhaps. Then again . . . if that’s true, why should I bother helping her?”

Chuckling, Rhydderch Hael turned to walk away.

Éibhear’s mind scrambled and he quickly called out, “What about your precious Vateria?”

“What about her?” the god asked, walking away, his long hair dragging in the sand-covered cobblestones.

“You still need me to find her, don’t you? The word the Nolwenn used was ‘rescue,’ I believe.”

The god stopped. “What about your poor Izzy?” he asked, not bothering to even look at Éibhear.

“Izzy can take care of herself.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Aidan snapped.

Éibhear raised his hand, silencing his friend.

“You still need me to do that, eh?” Éibhear pushed the god.

“Try where you started,” the god cryptically told him.

“What is going on?” Aidan asked.

Brannie ran toward them, her arms spread out from her body. “Oy! You lot? What are you doing?”

Éibhear looked at his cousin. “Go with the Guard into the tunnels.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Just do as I say, Brannie. Protect them. There’ll be Sand Eaters all over that tunnel. Now go.”

Brannie let out a frustrated growl, spun around, and ran back toward the others.

“And what are we doing?” Aidan asked.

Éibhear looked in the direction the god had walked. “What we’re supposed to do.”

“Which is?”

“Rescue that bitch, Vateria.”

“But Izzy—”

“Isn’t our problem. I made a commitment to the Nolwenns.”

Caswyn stared at him. “Are you kidding?”

“No.”

Uther stepped closer to him. “You want to rescue Vateria over finding Iseabail?”

“I’m Mì-runach. I made a commit—”

“
For the love of the gods, shut up about that!
” Uther bellowed.

“Wait, wait.” Aidan stepped between them, faced Éibhear, studied him. “You sure about this, mate?”

“I’m positive.”

Aidan blew out a breath. “Then let’s go.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Stop asking questions,” Aidan barked at the others, “and let’s just move. Now.” He looked at Éibhear, nodded. “We’re with you, Éibhear. Mì-runach to death.”

“Uh-oh,” Vateria said. “You poor thing. You’re bleeding. It must hurt so.”

Izzy laughed. She couldn’t help it. And Vateria laughed with her, but Izzy knew there was no real humor in it.

“What’s so funny?” Vateria asked her.

“I was just thinking how strange it is.”

“How strange what is?”

Izzy leaned in a bit. “I’m supposed to be rescuing
you
.”

“Rescuing me? From what?”

“The crazed zealots.” Izzy glanced over at the eyeless ones. “Isn’t that right?”

“Darling girl,” Vateria said, slowly moving around Izzy. “Why would you need to rescue me from this? I’ll admit,” she went on. “It’s not what I’m used to. I do prefer the comforts of my homeland. But this . . . this will lead me back there. This will be my army. And after I claim what’s rightly mine in the Sovereign Provinces . . . I’ll be coming for your bitch queen. And she will know pain.”

“The woman’s been dead. Then brought back. And then went about raising children referred to as the Unholy Ones by many priests—and surviving said unholy children. So you really can’t believe that
you
are going to scare
her
. Do you?”

“And you’re not going to scare me.”

“But I already have. Because you know I’m right.”

“No. You’re not.”

“Then prove me wrong,” Izzy suggested. “Leave.”

“What?”

“Leave. Walk out. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“You don’t really think this will work, do you? Trying to convince me that—”