How to Drive a Dragon Crazy (Dragon Kin #6)(114)

“I told you not to leave your weapons out. The dog can only resist temptation for so long.”

“They’re excellent battle dogs,” Zarah explained. “Absolutely loyal to their masters until their last breath. I had one for years that I adored. Although he smelled and insisted on chewing up diamonds. I could never take him into the jewelry district with me because he’d leap up on the displays and gobble up all the diamonds.” She shook her head. “Never liked the rubies, though, which I always found much prettier.”

“See?” Izzy asked Éibhear, sounding quite proud. “He’s a dog from a mighty line of battle dogs.”

“He smells,” Éibhear reminded her. “Even after you bathe him, he smells and he drools and we won’t even discuss the gas problem.”

“Ahh!” Zarah cheered. “I’ve got something that will help with the gas.”

“But not the smell and drool?”

Zarah grimaced a little at Éibhear’s question. “That you’ll just have to learn to live with, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah, you’ll have to learn to live with that, Uncle Éibhear,” Zachariah grumbled while the other males glared.

Éibhear began to look over at Izzy, but he saw her twist her lips and he knew she was trying not to laugh. And if he looked at her now, they’d both laugh and be unable to stop. So he kept looking straight ahead and praying that this damn dinner would end soon.

“Do you think I’ll be able to meet with Haldane tomorrow?”

“We can try,” Layla said, walking Izzy down a hall filled with bedrooms. Éibhear had left Izzy alone for a couple of hours with her family. She didn’t know where he’d gone. He’d simply slipped out—for such a large man, he did move like a jungle cat—and she hadn’t seen him since. But she appreciated it. She appreciated the chance to get to know her birth father’s kin. To hear stories about him as a young man and to hear about his love for a young Talaith. Even then her mother had been a beauty and, according to Maskini, a rebel. She’d fought against the Nolwenn restrictions from the very beginning and had been admired for it. When Izzy’s father had died in battle and Talaith, pregnant with Izzy, had gone missing, the family had been devastated. Izzy knew it bothered them to hear her call Briec “Dad” or “Daddy,” but they also seemed to understand that he’d been the only father she’d really known. And, more importantly, he’d been a good father to her. He’d protected her and Talaith. They cared more about that than what Izzy chose to call anyone.

“Haldane has never been—”

“Human?”

Layla laughed. “Some might say.”

They stopped at the last room at the end of the hallway. “Listen, Izzy, the family was wondering about Macsen—”

“I’m so sorry he ate that chair.”

“No, no. That’s not really a problem. But we were wondering if you’d mind if we borrow him tomorrow for a bit.”

“Borrow him?”

“We have several females at the Imperial Guards Dog Kennels that are currently in heat. Maybe we could drop him off on our way over to the temple. Maybe leave him for the night?”

“You want to have my dog alone with a bunch of lusty bitches?”

“I like to occasionally bring in some new blood,” Layla said around a little laugh, “and Macsen is an exceptional specimen.”

Izzy frowned. “He is?”

“For our battle dogs, yes. In fact, you could probably sell him to a private breeder for an astounding amount of gold.”

“Oh, I’d never give him up, but . . .” Izzy frowned again. “Really? You want Macsen?” She shook her head. “Anyway, I think he’d be more than happy to help out the Imperial Guards.... He’s giving that way.”

“Of course he is.” She pushed open the bedroom door. “You can sleep here for the night.”

“And Éibhear?”

“He’s down for the night in a room up the hall.” Layla cleared her throat. “Father insisted. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

Izzy stepped into her room, but stumbled to a stop.

“Is something wrong?” Layla asked Izzy, her face etched with concern.

“Uh . . .” She rubbed her nose. “No. It’s . . . um . . . lovely.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No, no. Not at all. I’m fine. This is great. Thank you.”

Layla smiled at her. “Iseabail . . . I can’t tell you how glad I am you found your way home.” Izzy began to speak, but she cut her off. “I know you can’t stay. But maybe you can visit? Spend some time with the family? I look at you and I see my little brother. I don’t want to lose that again.”

Izzy hugged her newfound aunt. “You won’t.”

“Good. Good.” Layla stepped away from her. “Sleep well, Izzy.”

“You, too. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Layla walked out and Izzy closed the door, turned, and folded her arms over chest.

“Are you insane?” she whispered to the dragon in human form sprawled on her bed.

“Who knew your Desert Land family was tougher to get around than my own? They put me on the other side of the house!”