Flight of Dragons(67)
“A sword without a hilt.” He sighed. “I don’t know how I’m going to fix it.”
Balthazar had an idea. “You’re more than welcome to use Dad’s.”
Thorsson’s eyes widened. “Are you insane? I wouldn’t dare.” He hesitated, his face white as a sheet. “Sir.”
He laughed. “I’m not using it. Are you using it, Lancelot?”
His brother didn’t bother to hide his smile. “I’m not using it.”
“There, it’s settled. And I’m sure you’ll find a way of fixing your ancestor’s sword. I just wanted you to know that you have a replacement to use for the time being. I trust that’s sufficient?”
Thorsson looked like he was ready to cry. “It is. Thank you, my lord.”
He turned to Eva. “You took a very big chance.” He paused. “Very big.”
She lifted her hands. “The odds were good.”
“You mean shaky.”
“It was better than waiting for Ti to show up and kill you.”
“I was here too, you know,” Lancelot spoke up.
“I know, but how long could Balthazar depend on you and Thorsson? I don’t understand dragon family drama, but with us humans, the strongest always win.”
Balthazar needed to talk to her privately. “Eva, come with me.” He stood up and reached for her hand.
In the gardens, their fingers entwined as they strolled amongst the fragrance and the beauty, he stopped her. “Eva, I—” He felt his throat swell with emotion and cleared it. “I want to thank you…”
“Stop.” She placed a finger on his lips.
He kissed it, then bent his head down to crush his lips against hers, pouring his gratitude, his passion and his love into that single, explosive contact. He held her for several minutes until she squirmed and drew back, gasping for air. Her full lips were swollen and her brown skin glowed. But it was her eyes that caught and held his attention. Sparkling like jewels, she stared at him with an expression he had only dared dream about.
“I know you need to talk to your father, let him know you’re okay.”
“Yeah.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s been a strange couple of days.”
Balthazar smiled. “That’s an understatement.”
She smacked his arm. “How the hell should I say it?”
“Tell him we caught the bad guy, and everyone’s safe and sound.”
Suddenly, her expression changed to panic. “Oh my God, the artifacts. Papa’s going to skin me alive when I tell him they’ve been destroyed!”
“The dragon vase is in one piece. Thorsson put it in the living room.” He thought of an idea. “I’ll take the both of you to that village I told you about, if you’re interested.”
“Actually, I was sort of hoping you’d give me one of your jewels from your hoard. That would take Papa’s mind off everything else for a while.”
“I’ll think about it.” But he didn’t need to—he’d already decided on what to give her. A smoky quartz crystal.
“I saved your life,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a slow, leisurely kiss. “Don’t you think you owe me something in return?”
Balthazar growled and kissed her again, the man and the dragon appreciating the warm, willing body pressed hard against his. “Oh, I definitely do, and I’m not lying about that.”
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The Dragon’s Stolen Bride
By Sadie Haller
Heat rating: 3
After years of being held captive by dragon, Freya Stillwell receives the key to her happily ever after.
Prologue
“Brogan, please—”
“I’m sorry Graeme, but it’s been more than half a year with not so much as a hint of her. You have responsibilities at Iron Hill and you’ve already been gone too long. It’s time to let her go.”
Present Day
“Enough, Walter. I’m tired of you continually trying to marry me off. Either go bother someone else or bugger off to the afterlife.”
“But my lord—”