Dragon Soul (Dragon Falls, #3)(64)



One of the local dogs must have been wary of strangers, because I heard a spate of barking coming from the other side of the big building.

“Huh,” I said to myself, giving the ship one last look before turning to face the town. Maybe it had been the lunch bell or something. Okay, time to get some shopping done so I could go molest a certain brand-new dragon.

I retraced my steps to the center of the village, hearing more barking. This was louder, and accompanied by some snarling, no doubt the local dogs fighting over a bit of food. I glanced around to see if I could locate them, bracing myself for the sight of feral dogs, but still didn’t see any signs of life.

Until I rounded one of the buildings, and then stopped dead in my tracks. Beyond the edges of the village proper, scrubby little shrubs swayed in the wind, petering out to nothing after a few dozen yards. And bounding over the dusty shrubs, heading straight for me, was the most ghastly sight I’d ever seen—a big gray and black dog. No, not dog, a beast! A nightmarish hell beast with slavering jaws, bloodred eyes, and murder in its heart.

My murder!

“Ack!” I turned on my heel and ran like hell down the center of the town, screaming as I did so. “Help! Monster! Carnivorous monster! Someone help!”

The village was dead silent except for my screams and the snarls and slavering panting of the hell beast as it bore down on me, its footfalls dulled thuds on the packed dirt of the village. I rounded the last corner to the ship, and took a chance at glancing behind me. The monster—the approximate size of a pony—was about twenty feet back and closing fast.

There was no way I was going to make the ship in time. I had a choice: I could either stand and face the horrible beast or I could be torn to shreds trying to reach safety.

I was a dragon, dammit. I was a kick-ass dragon, and kick-ass dragons did not run from monsters, no matter how many nightmares they were made of.

I caught a flash of movement from the depths of the ship as I skidded to a stop and spun around, whipping my cutlass from where it was stuck into my sash. “Right. If I’m going down, I’m going to do it with style.”

The dog’s eyes lit with an unholy joy when it realized I was standing still, and it gathered itself in a massive leap, obviously about to flatten me before it ripped me into a million bloody bits. I yelled as I lifted my sword, hoping to catch it either in its throat or in its gut, when suddenly I was hit on the side by a blurred shape. I went flying a good fifteen feet, landing in a patch of prickly grasses, cracking my head on a rock. It took me a minute to gather my wits, but when I sat up, rubbing my head, I beheld the most amazing sight.

Rowan was fighting the monstrous beast.

“Rowan?” I asked, getting to my feet, my admiration unbounded as I watched him wield my Xena sword, parrying the monster every time it lunged at him with snapping, razor-sharp teeth. “Great Caesar’s goatees, Rowan—watch out!”

Just as I spoke, the monster’s body twisted, knocking the sword out of Rowan’s hand. I rushed forward with my cutlass raised high, but I underestimated Rowan. He swung around in a roundhouse kick that had connected with the beast’s neck with a nauseatingly audible crack, before using both hands to pound on the monster’s back, slamming it into the ground with a force that sent dust flying up in a cloud around us.

I choked, coughing like mad, and squinting as I dashed forward, prepared to help Rowan just as soon as the dust settled enough to see.

“Sophea!” Rowan’s voice was hoarse and interrupted by a spate of coughing. “Sophea, are you all right?”

“I’m here. I’m okay. Where’s the hell beast?”

“Gone. He just disappeared.”

I stumbled forward, blind in the cloud of dust until I saw a dark shape loom up in front of me. I hesitated for a minute, then flung myself into Rowan’s arms, and kissed every part of him I could reach. “I thought I was a goner for sure. And then there you were, and you were awesome. Goddess above and below, Rowan! Where did you learn to do that?”

“I have no idea,” he said, panting and coughing and kissing me all at the same time. “I suspect it was the dragon part of me, because all I could think of was grinding that thing into the dust. You’re sure you’re all right? I didn’t mean to shove you so hard, but that thing was almost to you.”

The same low horn noise sounded from the ship as I patted down his arms and chest, just to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way. “I’m glad you did. I mean, I may be a badass almost dragon, but you’re a badder-ass full dragon. That was seriously awesome, but don’t you ever do it again! You scared at least ten years off my life.”

“I scared you? I scared the shit out of myself,” he said with a little laugh, and then kissed me, really kissed me, his body getting into the act to the point where I forgot the near-death experience we’d just shared, and focused on just how hot were the flames he built within me.

People emerged from the big building, trailing out chatting and laughing just as if nothing momentous had occurred. They passed us, calling their congratulations to Rowan for defeating the first challenge, all of which we heard, but really didn’t pay attention to, because the kiss had turned into something deeper.

“Our feet are on fire,” I said breathlessly a few minutes later, when we managed to pry ourselves apart.

“Up to the knees,” he said, then kissed me again. I melted against him, wondering how I had ever existed without him.

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