How to Drive a Dragon Crazy (Dragon Kin #6)(23)

She stopped, faced him. “Aye?”

“That’s it then? You forgive me?”

“Of course I do. Why would I cling to the past?”

“I’m not saying you should. It’s just . . .”

“Just what?” She walked back to his side. “It’s over, Éibhear. You’ve apologized. That’s all that matters. Besides, I wouldn’t hold that against you as I would never expect you to hold such things against me. We were young . . . foolish. It’s the past; let’s leave it there.” Concern showed on her brow. “But you should know that Brannie tells me Celyn may be coming to Garbhán Isle in the next few days. I hope you two will make up as well if you haven’t already. He’s your cousin and family is all, Éibhear. Never forget that.” She turned and headed back to the others. “I’m so glad we’re all done with that.” She spun on her heel, facing him as she walked backward. “Although I wish I could have read your letter. I’m sure it was beautiful.”

Then Iseabail was gone and Éibhear was left with nothing but what even he’d call his own paranoid thoughts and a mass of wet fur and muscle that was flying at his head and knocking him out completely.

“What did you do?” Izzy asked her dog while she worked so very hard not to laugh. And gods, did she want to laugh.

But in answer, all Macsen did was roll to his back, paws up in the air, overly long tongue hanging out of his mouth. That was not a pretty sight, but she loved it just the same.

Izzy returned to Éibhear’s side, crouching next to him. She leaned over and looked into his face. “Éibhear?” She tapped his shoulder. “Éibhear?” She cringed and glanced back at his dog. “He won’t be happy with you, Lord Sneak-Attack.”

She brushed the hair off Éibhear’s face and studied his forehead. He had a bit of a knot there, from when he’d hit the ground, but she doubted there was any real damage done. According to her mother, the males in Éibhear’s bloodline had notoriously hard heads.

Resting her arm on her knee, Izzy pointed out, “At least you’re still devastatingly handsome, you letter-sending bastard.” She shook her head and looked at Macsen, who was now right next to her. “A letter? What am I? His granny?”

Macsen leaned over Éibhear’s head, drool pouring on the dragon’s face.

Many of Izzy’s troops had asked her why she’d kept the dog around. He smelled, he drooled, he ate things he really shouldn’t; plus he snarled and snapped for no obvious reason, and had bitten off a hand or two because those particular hands had gotten too close to his food bowl or a rotting carcass he’d dragged back to camp. But Izzy always rewarded loyalty and Macsen was loyal. Blindingly so.

Éibhear coughed and grimaced, his hands wiping at his now wet face. He lifted his head, silver eyes narrowing on Macsen, then her. “I hate that dog.”

Izzy, trying to comb her fingers through Macsen’s always-matted hair, laughed. “The feeling is mutual, I think. But don’t worry, he’ll get used to you now that we are friends again, you and I.”

The dragon sat up, growling low at her words, but Macsen backed up a bit and growled in return, fangs bared.

When she saw Éibhear’s brow lower, she quickly warned, “One flame touches this dog and you will be sorry.”

“Then get control of it.”

She laughed and stood. “Yeah. Right.”

Still laughing, Izzy returned to the others.

Éibhear watched Izzy walk off—laughing.

What in the holy hells was going on with her? He didn’t believe for a second she’d meant any of that forgiveness she’d so gallantly laid at his feet. Not the Izzy he remembered. Was she merely trying to placate him? Why? She wasn’t known for placating anyone except maybe his . . .

His brothers.

Disgusted at the thought, Éibhear got to his feet and used the bottom of his fur cape to wipe the dog drool from his poor, defenseless face.

Izzy always placated his brothers, especially Briec and Fearghus. And then, of course, there was his father, Bercelak. Izzy was the reigning queen when it came to placating his father. But Éibhear wasn’t his father, nor his brothers. He didn’t want to hear what Izzy thought he wanted to hear. He wanted the truth. He wanted . . . well, it didn’t matter. He just knew he didn’t want this . . . this centaur shit of platitudes.

Family is all? Really?

Deciding they weren’t nearly done with this whole thing, Éibhear started to head back to the others. But before he could take the first step, he noticed Izzy’s dog charging right at him—again—teeth bared, eyes wild.

Gods, really?

“Everything all right?” Brannie asked, her voice low so only Izzy could hear.

“Of course. All’s forgiven.” Then she grinned. “Family is all, you know.”

Brannie briefly closed her eyes before stating, “Oh, that’s brilliant.”

They giggled until Éibhear’s comrade Aidan walked up to them. “Everything all right?”

The females nodded. “Aye.”

His light eyes narrowed a bit, but Izzy, sensing that Aidan was much smarter than the other two Mì-runach accompanying Éibhear, glanced around and called out for her dog.