Dragon Actually (Dragon Kin #1)(65)

Annwyl took a deep, shaky breath. The bitch had just ordered her back to Fearghus. Ordered her. Her hands clenched into fists as the rage welled up. She could control the emotion now, but that only made it more deadly. Gwenvael must have seen it. He shut his eyes in resignation.

“And perhaps, lady, you should mind your own business.” Morfyd’s fingers dug deep into her shoulder as warning. A warning she ignored. “What goes on between Fearghus and myself is our concern. Not yours. And you need to remember that.”

She noticed Rhiannon’s children desperately trying to get her attention while Morfyd came dangerously close to tearing her arm off.

“Perhaps you forget who I am.”

“I forget nothing. And pray tell me, lady, how is your mate’s tail?”

At that point, Morfyd threw up her hands and walked back to Brastias’s side while Rhiannon’s sons cringed and the beautiful redhead dropped her head in her hands.

Rhiannon smiled. A disturbing sight to say the least. Unlike her children, her human teeth still resembled fangs more than anything else. “You know, Lady Annwyl, any woman strong enough to impale a dragon as mighty as Bercelak the Great, should be strong enough to go claim what is hers.”

Interesting turn from the queen. Annwyl expected her to rip her head off instead. At least she expected her to try. “I appreciate your concern, lady. But I am at a loss as to why your son did not come himself.”

And save me from his damn kin!

“He foolishly fears that he will bring great risk to your safety. I now know there is nothing to fear. You are a deadly adversary. I doubt anyone here would dare your wrath. I know I wouldn’t.”

Annwyl wondered for a moment if Rhiannon spoke these words just for the benefit of the nobles. But she doubted the dragon would be bothered. The female was dangerously honest—foe or friend. “But since my son is such a—”

“Prat?” Gwenvael offered.

“Insidious harpy?” Briec countered.

“Concerned mate,” their mother spat out between gritted teeth as she silenced them both with a glare. “I have a gift for you.”

Annwyl readied herself. The queen may be honest, but Annwyl still didn’t take anything she said at face value. “Gift” could leave her covered in blood and eyeless. “Really?”

“I offer you my loyalty and the loyalty of all dragons in Dark Plains.”

Annwyl wasn’t sure what that should mean to her. “Oh. That’s very . . . um . . . sweet.”

Morfyd returned to her side and leaned down to whisper loudly in her ear so all could hear. “In case you didn’t know, that means if anyone ever tries to strike out against you or your throne they will bring the entire dragon kingdom of Dark Plains and all our allies down on their heads. It happened once before about one thousand years ago. When the dragons were done, they’d wiped the land clean.”

A jolt passed through Annwyl’s body as some of the humans in the hall began to inch their way toward the exit. And Hamish couldn’t run fast enough. She wondered what he’d originally planned.

Annwyl looked at Fearghus’s mother. “You give this loyalty to me? A human?”

“Yes.”

“Because of Fearghus?”

“No. I give nothing to my children. It all must be earned. And you have earned this. You’ve done very well. Without us. And without Fearghus.” She gave a bored sigh. “Simply put, you’ve impressed me, Annwyl the Bloody. And I do not impress easily.”

“I . . . uh . . . thank you?” For once Annwyl couldn’t think of a thing to say.

Rhiannon waved her hand dismissively. “Yes. Yes.” She turned away. “But my son awaits, perhaps you best get that rump of yours moving.” Rhiannon headed toward the exit. “I must go. Bercelak, too, awaits and he is so impatient.”

“Need to get back to your chain, lady?” Morfyd and Keita coughed in surprise while the brothers simply appeared stunned.

Rhiannon glanced at Annwyl over her shoulder and gave the most sensual smile Annwyl ever witnessed. “Jealous?” Then she was gone.

Gwenvael stepped forward. For the first time Annwyl watched him get angry. “Woman, are you mad?”

“Why does everyone ask me that?”

“Well, you must have impressed her,” Keita added. “I thought for sure she would tear out your throat.” Annwyl remembered those white talons of the queen quite well. “I kept thinking what are we going to tell Fearghus? Then I thought who is going to tell Fearghus? Then I thought we’d make Morfyd do it.”

With a vicious hiss, “Excuse me?”

“Would all of you stop!” Annwyl wiped her hands on her leggings and stared down at her knees. She knew what she had to do. She looked up at the dragons. “I need a ride.”

Gwenvael smiled. Relief seemed to spread through his entire body. He would never admit it but Annwyl knew the dragon cared much for his brother. “Thought you would. I can take you.”

Annwyl raised an eyebrow. “Sure that is wise?”

Gwenvael shrugged. “Good point. Briec will take you.”

“I will not! I’ll not have her smelling like me when she gets back to him. I like my tail.”

“I’ll take her!” Éibhear offered happily.

“No!” both his brothers snapped.