Supernatural. Part 41

G.o.ds. Sea Dragons. Sea Dragons were surrounding her. Why? Were they trying to kill her? Or, even worse . . . experiment on her? The Fins had been known to do that sort of thing. They considered themselves intellectuals and superior to all other dragon species-the way all the other dragons considered themselves superior to each other. But where those on land were content to kill each other in battle, the Fins tended to avoid conflict. But those who strayed too far into their watery territory might be used to test out the Fins' many potions and poisons and all manner of terrible things.

Moments from unleas.h.i.+ng her flame to remove the Fins from her presence, a familiar and welcome face leaned over her. "It's all right, Ghleanna. They're here to help you. Just relax. Sleep." Without her making one move, Bram had known what she was planning and had eased her discomfort. Such a useful dragon, that one. And so very cute.

"Sssh. Sleep." He stroked her hair with his talons. "Shut your eyes and sleep."

And, feeling much safer, that's what Ghleanna did.

It had taken much work from not only the surgeons but the Empress's personal wizard guild to save Ghleanna's life. While the wizards kept her heart beating and her brain functioning, the surgeons had worked quickly to repair her lungs and the damaged artery caused by that traitor's weapon.

And for that, Bram would make sure Feoras paid dearly, for Bram's mercy only went so far.

Now he sat beside Ghleanna's p.r.o.ne form and held her claw in his, waiting for her to wake. But he was anxious and with good reason. When he'd seen Kleitos scurry from the cave, smiling and giggling like a child, Bram knew no good could come of it.

It had been a few decades since Bram had been in the underwater lairs of the Fins, and it had been under very different circ.u.mstances. Circ.u.mstances he had no intention of repeating. This time, however, he was no hatchling of a dragon. And this time he had so much more to protect. But he wasn't talking about b.l.o.o.d.y truces or alliances.

"You dare," Helena's voice softly demanded from behind him, "bring that here? Into my court?"

Getting to his claws, exhaustion making him much slower than usual, Bram said to the monarch, "I do not understand, Empress."

"That," she said again, pointing at a still-unconscious Ghleanna. "You brought that here. Abusing my good nature"-her good what?-"and risking my subjects."

"I still don't understand-"

"A Cadwaladr!" she bellowed. "You brought a Cadwaladr into my palace!"

s.h.i.+t.

"Kleitos said you called her Ghleanna. Is that Ghleanna the Decimator? Sister of that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Bercelak?"

"Empress-"

"No! I don't want to hear it!" She pointed her talon at Ghleanna and ordered her royal guard to, "Kill it. Before it awakes and destroys us all."

"No."

The Empress's eyes narrowed on Bram. "Did you say no to me?"

"I did and I apologize, but no one touches Ghleanna. We are unarmed and unable to fight, asking for your protection. So to kill us now-"

"But you didn't give me all the facts. You simply brought that fighting dog into our midst like it was a harmless puppy."

"She is wounded and has much healing to do. I don't see what kind of threat-"

"She's a Cadwaladr. Don't pretend you don't know what that means, peacemaker."

"Aye. She's a Cadwaladr. And my protector and my friend. Not only that, she's directly tied to the Royal House of Gwalchmai fab Gwyar. Harm her, Empress, and Queen Rhiannon will not stop until your vast ocean is nothing but a boiling pot of Sea Dragon stew."

"Like her mother then, is your young queen?"

"Actually," he sighed, "no. She's nothing like her mother, which means she won't hesitate to do what she can to destroy you should you harm Ghleanna. I a.s.sure you, you'll not have the same inaction you experienced with Adienna."

"Is the Cadwaladr her pet?"

"No. She's Rhiannon's sister by mating. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d Bercelak, as you called him, is Rhiannon's consort. And as we both know, my Lord Bercelak forgives nothing. Harm his sister and I won't be responsible for what he does. And trust me when I say . . . he'll do something."

"So I'm supposed to allow this low-born creature to wander around here among us? Untethered, unmonitored?"

"Ghleanna owes her life to you. Like all Cadwaladrs she takes that debt very seriously. As do I."

"Which means what? Exactly?"

"It means I never forget those who've helped me."

"Is that right?" The Empress's eyes narrowed, her mind calculating as always. "Still . . . we can't take the chance."

She motioned to Kleitos and he stepped toward Ghleanna's p.r.o.ne body, a blade in his hand.

"Take another step"-Bram warned, stopping Kleitos in his tracks-"and I'll flay the scales from your bones."

One of the guard's placed the tip of his pike against Bram's throat and Bram moved his gaze to Helena. "Do you really think I'd let this piece of metal stop me?"

"Interesting," she murmured, and Bram realized too late it was a test. She didn't want to challenge Rhiannon-who did?-but she wanted to see how protective Bram was toward Ghleanna. How much she could possibly use his protectiveness to her own ends.

Annoyed with himself, Bram looked away and that's when he saw that Ghleanna's eyes were open and staring at Kleitos who, at the moment, was blissfully unaware of her.

He could have warned Kleitos; it would have been the merciful thing to do . . .

Yet it was much more entertaining to watch Ghleanna raise her claw, slap the blade from Kleitos's hand, pull back, and punch him directly in the snout. And she broke something in that snout. Something important.

Roaring in pain, Kleitos stumbled back, both claws around his damaged appendage, tears leaking from his eyes.

The Empress, now standing behind another contingent of guards who'd moved in to protect her the way Ghleanna and her kin had moved in to protect Bram, observed, "I see your pet needs a leash, peacemaker."

"Forgive her, Empress. She's still unwell. Not in her right mind."

Helena stepped around her guards and whispered, "You can stop smiling, Bram. I'm sure Kleitos got the message." She smirked and motioned to one of her guards. "Fetch Euthalia."

The guard ran off and Helena studied Ghleanna, who'd pa.s.sed out once more. "So many scars." She shuddered in distaste. "An abused pet it seems." She gritted her fangs. "Kleitos. Honestly. Stop all that blubbering."

A few minutes later a sorceress arrived. "You called for me, Empress?"

"Do you have what we discussed earlier, Euthalia?"

"Aye, my mistress." She held a large gold ring in her hand.

"Excellent. Put it on her."

"Empress-" Bram began but Helena cut him off with a slash of her front claw and he was forced to watch while the sorceress stepped beside Ghleanna and fastened the ring around her throat.

And while they all silently observed, the ring grew smaller and smaller-as Ghleanna s.h.i.+fted to human. When it was over, Ghleanna was in her human form with a gold collar around her throat. A collar that would keep her in her human form for as long as Helena wanted.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Either this, Bram the Merciful, or I allow my guards to cut her Land Dweller throat and I take my chances with your queen-and you. Your choice."

Bram had no option but to nod. "The collar, Empress."

"That's what I thought."

Helena headed toward the exit. "Take him and his pet to one of the rooms we keep for human visitors," she ordered her servants. "They can be human together."

Then she was gone.

"I wish she'd allowed me to cut the Low Born's throat," Kleitos told him, copious amounts of blood leaking from his nostrils, his entire snout slightly off. He slithered closer to Bram and hissed, "I would have enjoyed watching the life drain from your barbarian wh.o.r.e."

That's when Bram headb.u.t.ted the b.a.s.t.a.r.d again. You know . . . on principle.

"Owwww! Why do you keep doing that?"

Chapter 8.

Ghleanna awoke with a snarl and demanded, "Why am I human?"

"Calm yourself or you're likely to open your wound again." Bram stood next to her. He was also in human form, dressed in a plain cotton s.h.i.+rt, black breeches, and black boots. They were in a rather large bedroom with a closed door. She'd guess it was locked.

"Answer me." And her voice sounded weak to her own ears. "Why am I human?"

"Why do you think?" He sat down on the bed. "Because you're a much bigger threat when you're dragon."

"When last I woke, some Fin was standing over me with a blade."

"Aye. You handled him, though."

"Good." Ghleanna tried to sit up, but she was too weak to do it on her own and Bram wouldn't let her. With his hands against her shoulders, he gently eased her back to the bed. "Relax, Ghleanna. You're not going anywhere until that wound heals."

She panted from even that small exertion but she hated feeling like this. Like she couldn't defend them both if need be.

"You look exhausted," she told him. "Have you not slept at all?"

"Not much. But that's all right."

"Where are we, Bram?"

"Palace of the Sea Dragon Empress Helena."

"I thought an Emperor ruled the Fins."

"He did-until his untimely death. Now it's Helena's empire to rule. And, unfortunately, Helena has heard about you, I'm afraid, or at least your kin. Hence your current human form."

Bram reached over and brushed her neck with the tips of his fingers. That's when Ghleanna realized something was on her. She touched her throat, felt the metal around it.

"A collar? They put a collar on me?"

"It's a sorcerer's tool that's keeping you human. It'll be removed when we leave. Is it uncomfortable?"

"Not really. But it annoys me to know it's there." Ghleanna closed her eyes in disgust. "But no less than I deserve. I've f.u.c.ked this all up royally."

"What are you talking about?"

"This." She glanced around the room. "This is all my doing. Because I was weak and stupid."

"How the h.e.l.ls can you blame yourself for any of this?"

"Who else should I blame?"

"G.o.ds, I don't know . . . the traitors who set upon us perhaps?"

"I should have listened to Rhiannon. I should have insisted on more warriors."

"None of us took this seriously except Bercelak and Rhiannon. And even they never thought there would be such an attack."

Ghleanna let out a breath. "But I should have known."

"Why you?"

"Because I'm smarter than all of you when it comes to general evilness and trickery. There are Elders who have many Dragonwarriors and soldiers in their debt for one reason or another. If they wanted to stop you from making this trip, they're the lot who could do it. I should have remembered that and planned accordingly. But I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and trying to recover from that b.l.o.o.d.y hangover."

"There were forces greater than you or I who were busy trying to stop us, Ghleanna. I realize that now. Those who will never accept Rhiannon as rightful queen. To stop me, to have me killed, would reflect very poorly on her and her young reign. Now here." He slipped a hand under her shoulders, lifted her a bit, and placed a cup against her lips. "It's water. Drink it."

"Sea water?"

"Is this a time to joke?"

Who said she was joking?

She sipped from the cup Bram held, relieved it was clean drinking water.

When she pushed the cup away, she asked the question that she dreaded the answer to-yet she had to know, "My brothers?"

"It sounds as if they're alive and well."