Last Dragon Standing (Dragon Kin #4)(125)

“You need to trust me, Fearghus,” she said, unable to outright lie to her eldest brother about something so important.

“I do trust you, Keita. That’s what has me worried. You’re not usually this…obvious. And the strength and speed with which this rumor has spread has the earmarks of Dagmar Reinholdt all over it. Yet I know she likes you.

So then why would she say anything that could put you in such trouble?”

“Give me a little time. Please.”

“I will.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “But in the meantime, watch your back.”

Izzy took the bowl from Branwen. It was filled with bloody water and would be the fourth one she’d replaced in the last thirty minutes. She walked out into the hall, relieved to see a servant rushing toward her with fresh water and clean cloth.

She started to exchange the bowls with the servant when her mother walked up. “Peg, take that in to Lord Ragnar.” She opened the door and let the servant go in, then took the bowl Izzy still held. She placed it on the floor to one side of the door and took Izzy’s hand.

“Come on.” Izzy let her mother drag her to a room a few doors away.

It was one of the guest rooms, reserved for nobles and kin.

Talaith closed the door and faced her. Izzy had prepared herself for this. She knew her mum would take Éibhear’s side on this. She knew she’d be appalled that Izzy hadn’t been keeping her virginity intact for the “right male,” as she’d told Izzy to do a short time before she’d gone off with the troops. Yet it didn’t matter. Izzy had made her choice quite a few months back, and now she’d stand tall and would not feel ashamed about what she did or what just happened. She wouldn’t. No matter how pissed off her mother might be.

“Are you all right?” her mother asked.

Izzy jerked a little in surprise at the question but caught herself in time. She went for casual disdain, as she liked to call it. “It wasn’t me that got hit, was it?”

Her mother stepped closer, and Izzy waited for it. The accusations, the recriminations. She waited for all of it.

“I’m not asking about anyone but you, Iseabail.” Talaith reached up and pressed the palm of her hand against Izzy’s cheek. “Are you all right?” Izzy blinked several times, trying to hold back the tears she suddenly felt burning behind her eyes. Tears that at one time she could show no one else but her mother. She’d thought that closeness was gone, thought she was too old for all that “boo-hooing” as Ghleanna called it. But with her mother not judging her, just worried about her, and the pair alone in this boring room, she couldn’t hold those tears back.

“How could he do that, Mum?” she sobbed out. “In front of everybody? Gods.” She covered her face with her hands. “Even Dad.” Her mother pulled Izzy into her arms, bringing them both down to their knees so Izzy didn’t have to bend over to have her good sob, and Talaith didn’t have to spend all her time on her toes.

“And what he said to me!”

“I know, luv. I know. That was hurtful and mean.” Talaith rubbed Izzy’s back and let her cry. “And I don’t care how angry he was, just a gods-damn shitty thing to do.”

Knowing her mother understood, and knowing she took her side made all the difference to Izzy. She clung to her mother, her hands gripping the back of her shirt as she cried on her shoulder. She had no idea how long she was going for, but it lasted a good bit. Yet her mum never once complained.

When Izzy finally cried herself out, they sat on the floor, Talaith holding her hands tight in her own.

“Don’t be disappointed in me, Mum.”

“Why would I be?”

“For, ya know”—she turned her face into her shoulder and wiped her remaining tears since her mum held her hands—“not waiting.”

“Not waiting for what?” When Izzy only gazed at her, “Oh…oh!

Right. Waiting. Well, I didn’t exactly wait either, did I? And Celyn is very handsome. Just like your father was when we…” Talaith’s remark faded out, and her eyes grew wide. Immediately Izzy knew what had her mother worried.

“Don’t worry, Mum. I…I take precautions.” Her mother’s wide eyes narrowed, and Izzy insisted, “I do. Honestly.” Although, except for the twins and Rhi, there’d been no other word yet about other dragon-human babes, Izzy had no desire to risk that what had happened to Annwyl and her mum.

To Izzy that was simply too great a chance to take. “You know how much this all means to me, and I’m not at the point where I can do both. A child and making morning formation with my unit.”

“But you will be there. One day.”

“That’s my plan. Then I can decide about having little Izzys running around.”

Talaith smiled. “As long as you have a plan.”

“I always have a plan.”

“Good.” Her mother squeezed her hands. “And do you love him, Izzy?”

Outraged she’d even ask, Izzy instantly replied, “After what he did to Celyn? Not anymore!”

Talaith cleared her throat, glanced around the room, cleared her throat again, and finally admitted, “I, uh…meant Celyn.”

“Oh.” Mother and daughter stared at each other a long moment before Izzy admitted, “This is awkward.”