Feel the Burn (Dragon Kin #8)(75)

While Zoya used the stream to scrub her face and neck clean, Gaius explained to Kachka, “Two days ago, my only plan, my only goal in the world, was to track down Vateria, with the help of Branwen and the Mì-runach, and cut her throat. That was it. I’ve hunted down every cousin or blood relative still loyal to my Uncle Thracius in order to find her.”

“But now you are here, instead of hunting your cousin.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I met a sword-for-hire on the road, and what she said . . . resonated with me.”

“Resonated?”

“Made sense,” he clarified. “Even my sister tires of thinking about Vateria. Worrying about her. She told me that Chramnesind’s cult killers had been pushed out of Annwyl’s territory and into ours. I came to the temple closest to me to take them on, and found you. I’m a firm believer in signs, Kachka Shestakova. This was not an accident. We should do this together.”

“Just two of us?”

“Well . . . more like you, me, Brannie, your team, the Mì-runach—”

“And Zoya, of course!” Zoya announced, patting them both on the back before walking off. Singing.

“Does she grasp that it hurts when she does that?” Gaius asked.

“No,” Kachka said with a shrug. “Not even little bit.”

Roland Salebiri kissed his wife’s long neck before slipping out of their bed and walking to the large doors. He opened them and stepped out onto the balcony, gazing down at his troops preparing for the upcoming war.

There were many nations who wanted the Whore of Garbhán Isle brought to heel and were ready to join Salebiri, whether they believed in his god or not. Although he didn’t worry. They too would take the blood oath and give their souls to the one true god. In time.

But, until then, Salebiri cared for only one thing. The destruction of the Whore Queen and her brood of Abominations. He’d kill them all in the name of his god.

Hands slid around his chest and soft lips pressed against his neck. His wife was as tall as he, but it had never bothered Roland.

“Come back to bed,” she purred, tempting him as no one else had ever been able to do before.

“How I’d love to. But I can’t. I had a dream.”

“A dream? About what?”

“About you, my love. About you traveling from these lands.”

“Me?”

He turned and faced her, sliding his hands around her waist. “It’s sweet. That you pretend my connection to our god is as strong as yours.”

“Roland—”

“No.” He kissed her cheek. “I have faith in him and he has faith in you. Take what you need. Leave as soon as you can manage. I will not question.”

“Are you sure?”

“I do not deny our god anything. That includes you.”

Vateria had just pulled on her boots when her niece walked in.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Vateria stood, smoothing down the gown that covered her leggings. “Our people ready?”

“Handpicked by me. They’re ready to move when you are.”

“Good.”

Pulling a fur cape over her shoulders, Vateria walked across the room. As she neared the doors, her niece asked, “Are you sure about this, Auntie? Once Uncle Roland finds out the truth about—”

Vateria stopped by her niece, pressed her middle and index fingers against her lips. “Sh-sh-sh,” she whispered. “One must have faith.”

“Yes, but—”

Vateria stepped into her niece, quietly enjoying the way the young She-dragon immediately backed up, her head banging into the door.

“Faith,” Vateria said again. “Understand?”

“Yes. Yes, Auntie Vateria. Faith.”

“Good.” She petted her niece’s cheek. “Then let’s go. Once we have our prize, all will be well.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Once the two groups had moved out that morning, they’d separated, traveling along different routes to a spot predetermined by Gaius. The suns had already gone down when they met again. But the Riders came with several freshly slaughtered boars, ready for Aidan’s flame, and Ivan Khoruzhaya boiled up some potatoes.

While the food was being made, the Riders tended to their horses. Taking them to a nearby lake, getting them fed, and checking them over for any injuries due to the hard ride.

The dinner itself was a surprisingly friendly affair, with stories of Outerplains tribes and dragon clans. The only one who didn’t offer anything was Aidan. He listened. He laughed. But considering they were heading toward his family for help, he’d said little about them.

That’s when, after spending eight months with the dragon, Gaius realized he knew little about Aidan the Divine. Instead, Aidan was brilliant at getting others to talk. At getting others to reveal much about themselves. Even Gaius, who’d learned early on in his life to keep things to himself or between him and his sister, had told stories about life with Thracius and some of his kin.

Yet Aidan revealed very little. And if his brother Mì-runach knew anything about him, they didn’t reveal it either. They talked of their own lives, but never about Aidan’s. Nor did they ask questions.