A Tale Of Two Dragons (Dragon Kin 0.2)(20)

Taking the hint, Addolgar stood and waited for Braith to follow. She placed her chalice on the table, thanked his mother, and followed him up several flights of stairs to his room. He held the door open for her and Braith stepped in.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

Braith did no more than nod before she crawled onto the bed, dropped her head to the pillow, and closed her eyes.

Worried, Addolgar watched her for several moments before he stepped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him. He turned around, but took a surprised step back when he found his mother standing there. His shoulders hit the bedroom door hard.

“Hello?” a sleepy-sounding Braith called out.

“It’s all right, Braith,” he told her through the door. “Go back to sleep.”

Addolgar took his mother’s arm and led her down the hallway.

“What are you doing up here?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

“You’ll need to keep an eye on her. She says very little, that one, but I can tell—there’s all sorts of things going on in her head.”

“You don’t trust her either?”

“I don’t trust her not to throw her poor, foolish ass on the altar of her mother’s honor. She’s a Penarddun, Addolgar. They are . . . a special kind of royal. I met her aunts when I lived in Devenallt Mountain, and . . . well . . . honor means everything to them. Which I do appreciate, but this girl is trusting that bitch Addiena to do what is right, which is the stupidest thing she could ever do. So don’t let her sneak away from you on this trip.”

“I won’t, Mum.”

“Good.” Frowning hard, she studied the floor. He knew his mother was thinking about something, but he didn’t expect what she said next. “I like her.”

“You do?”

“I do. And I know exactly what she’s doing. I used to do it, too, when I was forced to spend time with Addiena. There’re all these things you want to say but you keep to yourself out of fear or guilt or whatever.”

“Because of Addiena?”

“No. Not for Braith. It’s that father of hers.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I’ve never liked him. Not at all. But he is dangerous. Maybe not physically to you, but he’s not above using others to get what he wants. Keep that in mind.”

“I will. And I’ll stay outside her door to make sure she doesn’t sneak away from here during the night.”

“Excellent plan. I’ll bring you some food so you can eat up here.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

Finally smiling, Shalin went up on her toes, then stretched her arm up so that she could pet Addolgar’s cheek. “My handsome son.”

She winked at him and went down the stairs

“Don’t let that compliment go to your head, brother,” Bercelak said from behind Addolgar, and it took all of Addolgar’s training not to scream and run away. Did the dragon ever make a sound? The big, overbearing bastard. “Mum says the same thing to all her sons.”

Addolgar faced his brother. “What are you doing up here?”

“Can’t I spend time with my own brother just to catch up and talk about old times?”

Thinking on that, Addolgar finally answered, “No.”

Braith was allowed to sleep in Addolgar’s room for the night. She didn’t mind. His room smelled nice. But she had no delusions she was trusted. Not with Bercelak pacing the hallway outside her door while Addolgar rested against it all night long. The brothers never said a word to each other, but they never left either—although for different reasons she was sure. Bercelak, because he still saw her as a traitor even if it had been his suggestion to take her to Arranz’s home deep in the Black Woods about fifty leagues from here. And Addolgar, because he was afraid she would still leave this place in the middle of the night to turn herself over to the Queen.

She would have, too, but there would be no getting past the Cadwaladrs undetected. She did not have the skills for sneaking around. She didn’t lumber as some dragons did, but one could definitely hear her coming and going.

So, instead of fretting about it all, Braith slept until she heard a soft knock on the door. She immediately sat up and Addolgar stuck his head in. He smiled at her, looking surprisingly refreshed since he’d spent the entire night on the floor outside the door.

“We’ll be leaving in about fifteen minutes. That enough time for you?”

Braith nodded. She didn’t primp like some females did. “Are we going as human or dragon?”

“Dragon to start. But bring clothes and a bag for human travel. Just in case, Ghleanna left some clothes for you on that chair over there.”

“And my father?”

“Brigida thinks he may have headed north.”

“North?” Braith let out a breath, horrified. “He’s heading toward the Northlands? To the Lightnings?”

“Perhaps. But don’t worry about that now.”

Easier said than done. Had her father actually joined forces with the Lightning dragons of the Northlands? The vilest, most brutal dragons and one of their greatest enemies until the Iron dragons had reared their curled-horned heads not too long ago.

Braith threw off the fur covering and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood, stretched. And that’s when she realized that Addolgar was still standing there . . . watching her.