“Ever wonder why?”
“Ever wonder why what?”
“Why your Magick seems to be lacking?”
“No. I just assumed I was born that way.”
Ghleanna, a black dragon and several decades older than Bercelak, raised one glossy black brow. “Perhaps.”
“What does that mean?” Rhiannon had no patience for word games with the lower classes.
Instead of answering the question, Ghleanna asked one of her own. “You do know that your mother was with our father . . . long before any of us were born, of course.”
“Ghleanna!” her younger sister admonished.
“What? I don’t think it’s a secret.”
“It’s not.” Rhiannon sipped her wine. “From what I understand there are few of a certain age who have not lain with your father.”
“True enough,” Ghleanna laughed. “My father has a way with all females. It’s in his blood.”
“And passed down to all of you, I suppose?”
“A couple of our brothers. And one of our sisters.”
“And Bercelak.”
Both sisters spit out their wine.
Rhiannon looked between the two women, one eyebrow raised. “Something I said?”
“Bercelak who?” Ghleanna demanded as she wiped her chin.
“
“Well . . . yes.”
“He’s
“Father’s very jovial and happy,” Maelona explained. “Whereas Bercelak is very . . . um . . .”
“Sour and impossibly cranky?”
“That’s not fair, sister.” Maelona looked at Rhiannon. “He’s always been nice to me.”
“He’s been nice to me, too,” Ghleanna interrupted. “But he’s still not exactly the life of anyone’s party. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile.”
“Mother said he used to smile . . . you know . . . until father,” she shrugged, “well . . . you know.”
Ghleanna took another gulp of wine. “Father’s way of raising us differs from most.”
“You do learn to stay on your guard. I’ve never been captured or harmed during battle.”
“Aye. That’s true.”
Curious at what their reactions might be, Rhiannon admitted, “Bercelak smiles at me.”
Both sisters froze at Rhiannon’s words. Then they slowly turned to face her.
“He smiled? At you?” Ghleanna asked softly.
“Aye. A few times yesterday. And once before many years ago.”
Ghleanna’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it was Bercelak?”
“I think I’d know. I’ve only been held captive by one black dragon these days.”
Maelona shook her head in wonder. “That’s fascinating. I’m not sure any of us have seen him smile . . . ever.”
“I thought he was physically incapable.”
Rhiannon frowned at Ghleanna’s words. “Well he’s not,” she snapped.
Wait. What was she doing? Why did she feel the need to defend the bastard? Gods! She was pathetic!
With a growl, Rhiannon walked away from the two females, leaving them to chatter to each other in low whispers.
Bercelak took his mother’s hands. “Please. Trust me.”
“I trust you, son.” His mother’s gold eyes shifted to the female of his dreams. “It’s she I do not trust.”
She pulled one hand away and her cool fingers carefully slid along her son’s jaw. Right where Rhiannon had clawed him the previous eve. Healing nicely, it still felt a bit sore. “What is this? Did she do this to you?”
“I angered her.”
“Is this going to be your life? Praying you don’t anger the crazy bitch because you fear she’ll kill you in your sleep?”
Bercelak looked at his mother in mock surprise. “Why, Mother. I’m shocked at your words.”
“You sound like your father.” She went up on her toes to get a better look at his wound. “I won’t tolerate her hurting you, my son. I’ll kill the bitch first.”
“Weren’t you the one who tried to cut father’s throat before he Claimed you?”
“He deserved it. You, however, do not.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know my son. I know all my hatchlings.” And she protected all of them. Even from their mad father. “Can’t we get you someone else? Someone . . . kinder?”
“I don’t want kinder. I want Rhiannon.”
They both watched as Rhiannon walked across the room, a goblet of wine in her hand. A large dog ran up to her and she crouched beside it. She ran a hand over its hide and then leaned in and sniffed it.
“Rhiannon?” he called out softly. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “No.”
“No what?”
“He’s a pet. Not a treat.”
She frowned. “Pet?” She let out an annoyed sigh and stood up, walking around the beast.
He smiled at her confusion over human living and he heard his mother gasp.
“What?” he asked, looking down into her beautiful face.
“She made you smile.”
“Aye. Rhiannon always makes me smile.”
Shalin dropped her head against her son’s chest. “Dark gods, I’ve lost you forever.”
Bercelak rolled his eyes. “I think, Mother, that’s a tad extreme.”
Sipping her wine, Rhiannon looked around the hall she stood in. Bercelak didn’t take her to some mountain fortress to meet his kin. Ailean kept his family in a castle. A gorgeous castle nestled in a valley between the Taaffe Mountains of Kerezik. But this seemed a strange way for any dragon to live. The only way to enter the building was to shift to human. No one in dragon form could get through the doors.
Rhiannon had heard many tales about Bercelak’s father, Ailean the Wicked. In fact, details about his many, many,
He even had human servants who seemed to have no fear of the dragons they served.
Strange.
“Well, well, well,” a great voice boomed behind her. “My son’s female.” Before Rhiannon had a chance to argue that particular point, a large hand slapped her on the back as way of greeting. She stumbled forward, thankfully right into Bercelak’s arms; otherwise she would have ended up face down on the marble floor.
Bercelak helped steady her. “Are you all right?”
“Aye.”
“Fragile little thing, isn’t she?”
Growling, Rhiannon turned around to face the one behind her, but she froze on the spot and stared.
This had to be Ailean. Built much like Bercelak and all Bercelak’s brothers, the dragon had blue hair streaked with the white of age that reached down his back and swept across the floor. His sharp silver eyes looked back at her with curiosity as sinfully full lips tilted into a smirk that made her knees weak. All this explained why his offspring were so beautiful—their father was that and so much more.
No wonder her mother had taken a tumble in this dragon’s bed. He had to be at least in his fifth or six hundredth winter and yet he was strong, powerful, and deadly attractive still.
When she didn’t say anything, simply stared at him, Bercelak nudged her shoulder.
“Say something,” he near snarled between his teeth.
