“False. There is one inside Mount Amiata.”
“A dead one,” I riposted.
“Maybe on the outside, but I assure you, its recent activity proved enough to heat and cure my egg enough that I might finally emerge.”
The more Percy spoke, the more I wanted a drink. Instead, I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. “Why did you decide to live with me? I thought dragons laired in caves.”
“Only if there’s no castle available. We prefer the comforts of modern amenities when possible. Hence why I relocated.”
“This chalet is far from being a castle.”
“True, but it will do for the moment. Once I’ve reached a decent size, we shall cast about for a suitable location to take as my own.”
“You’re planning to confiscate a castle?”
“Confiscate?” Percy questioned.
“Steal.”
“Bah. Hardly stealing. Whoever owns it shall be honored that I’ve chosen to take up residence.”
“And if they’re not?”
“Then I guess they won’t have a place in my retinue. Only the loyal are allowed to serve me.”
“What happens to those who aren’t?”
“They serve as an example.” A matter-of-fact reply that implied a deadly outcome.
“You kill them?” I asked to be clear.
“If you’re not with me, you’re against me.”
I snorted. “Are all dragons natural born dictators?”
“Yes. After all, as a superior species, we know best.”
Completely delusional. I cocked my head. “Speaking of your kind, exactly how many other dragons are there?”
“You tell me.”
“You don’t know?”
“How would I know? I’m barely just hatched,” Percy exclaimed.
“What of your mother?” Nicky interjected softly.
“My maternal progenitor is most likely long passed. But if she lived, I’m sure she wouldn’t let me starve.” Spoken with a pointed look in Nicky’s direction.
“I take it that’s a hint for lunch.” Nicky headed for the stove where a tray cooled and a pot steamed.
“Was I being too subtle?” Percy snidely asked.
“I made some pasta in a cheese sauce for lunch, and you have a choice of biscotti or torta for dessert.”
“Both!” Percy declared.
Nicky set Percy and Zaza up on the floor picnic-style, giving them each a bowl of pasta and a fork for stabbing.
