Feel the Burn (Dragon Kin #8)(101)

She walked off and they watched her until Gaius asked Kachka, “How did you get down here so fast?”

Frowning, she shrugged. “I have no idea.” Kachka studied the ground at her feet. “And this,” she said, gesturing with her hands, “was hot and covered in flame.”

“Right. To melt the gold.”

“But now it is cool. And eyes are gone with brown woman.”

“Yes.”

“Because she is a god, is she not?” Kachka finally asked.

“Yes. I believe she is.”

“She looks like Izzy and Talaith. Are they gods too?”

“No.”

“But she was?”

“Yes.”

“I think you are right. There is something about her . . . But why did she give you sword?”

“Because I gave her one when I thought she was a poor soldier for hire.”

“You made an offering to a god and she gave you a plain boring sword you could get at any blacksmith?”

Gaius opened his claw and studied the sword. “Apparently.”

“That is disappointing.”

“It is.” Gaius got to his back claws, stretched his sore neck again. “We should get back to Brannie and Aidan.”

“Doubt they need us but . . . sure.” She gestured to Gaius. “Did you know you were covered in pieces of gold?”

“Oh.” He glanced at the gold that had hardened on his scales. “Go over there,” he told her, gesturing to a large crucible about fifty feet away.

Kachka did and Gaius dropped to all fours, covered himself in flames, and did a good dog-shake to get all the gold off.

Once done, he lowered himself to the ground. “Get on.”

“You will let me ride your back like horse?”

“No. I am not a horse. I am a dragon and king. So shut up and get on my back.”

And using his hair to climb onto him, Kachka teased, “And such a moody king.”

The battle was still raging in the cavern when Kachka returned with a now-human Gaius, plus Marina and Zoya.

“There,” Kachka told Gaius. “Many of your kind to kill with your new gods-given sword.”

He lifted the blade, studied it. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Maybe it is magickal sword,” Marina suggested. “One with great power.”

Gaius slashed the blade through the air a few times before shaking his head and admitting, “It’s not a magickal sword.”

“No,” Kachka and her comrades agreed.

Brannie slammed a dragon down on the ground and rammed her sword into his neck. Once he stopped moving, she stood, searching for another victim. But she saw Gaius and Kachka first.

“You made it!” she said.

Gaius nodded at two dragons. “See those two over there?”

Brannie nodded. “Aye.”

“They’re my cousins and loyal to Vateria. Kill them both.”

“Okay,” Brannie said, rather happily.

“She likes her job,” Marina noted.

Gaius agreed. “She really does.”

The suns were high in the sky by the time they made it out of the mountain on the Southland side. Gaius expected a great battle to still be raging. Instead, he found a massacre.

He faced a sheepish Brannie. “They didn’t wait twenty-four hours.”

“I see that.”

“It worked in our favor, though,” Aidan pointed out.

“I thought Brannie told you to shut up,” Gaius reminded Aidan.

“Yes, sir.”

“You see I’m trying to make a point here.”

“Which I do understand, King Gaius. But it might be more effective if it wasn’t a bunch of Cadwaladrs slaughtering the fanatics that aren’t already dead.”

“They’re not all Cadwaladrs,” Brannie noted. “It’s my Uncle Rhys’s battalion.”

Aidan cringed and Gaius gawked.

“Your uncle Rhys? Rhys the Hammer?”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah. I see him over there . . . ripping that dragon into two distinct pieces.”

“So in future . . .” Gaius prompted.

“I’ll think before I contact me mum.”

“That’s all I ask. This works in our favor today, but next time it could be an entire village of uninvolved humans that your Uncle Rhys goes after. And that would just make us look bad. So . . . keep that in mind. Yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Brannie and Aidan walked away to help the Dragon Queen’s battalion finish off the rest of the fanatics, and Gaius smiled down at Kachka.

“As a king,” he explained to her, “you’re always teaching the young.”

“You are full of much shit, dragon.”

Gaius laughed. “I know!”

Chapter Thirty

Queen Annwyl sat beside Queen Rhiannon on the stairs that led to the Great Hall. Together they silently watched the day-to-day goings-on of Garbhán Isle. Annwyl didn’t know how long they’d been there.

Finally, Rhiannon said, “So it’s begun.”

“Yes. They attacked the Stone Castle in the Western Mountains. We’ll know more when Gaius gets back with Brannie and the others. They should be here soon.”