What the hell was that?
“Okay… that was effing weird. Where did he go?” She glanced around, half expecting him to manifest behind them. “What just happened?”
Brogan inclined her head to Medea’s sword. “’Tis the gold of your blade and hilt. It’s his weakness. With that, you could have maimed him.”
Medea gaped at her. “You couldn’t have told me that before he charged?”
“Wasn’t allowed to say it until you found it on your own. I’m forbidden to.”
“Well that just sucks!”
Brogan smiled. “For me more than you, my lady. Believe me.”
She had a point.
And Blaise had yet to set her back on her feet. In fact, he seemed reluctant to let her go.
“My lord?” Brogan blushed profusely.
Blaise hesitated. “Not sure I should let you down. You seem to keep finding trouble whenever I do.”
Medea looked away as a strange tenderness went through her at how adorable the two of them were. Especially when Brogan wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest as if content to stay right where she was.
But Falcyn wasn’t so kind. “Blaise! Set her down! Now!”
Medea popped him on the arm as Brogan appeared stricken by his sharp tone. “What is your problem?”
Falcyn gestured at Brogan. “He doesn’t know where she’s been.”
Was he serious? “Oh my God, Falcyn! He’s not some two-year-old child and she’s not a piece of candy he found on the floor that he stuck in his mouth!”
“Well, that’s how he’s acting. He looks at her like he could eat her up.”
“And you’re acting like a baby. Get over it. He’s a grown dragon. He’s allowed to be nice to any woman he wants to.Withoutyour permission or approval, you know?”
Falcyn’s nose actually twitched and flared. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he groused like that two-year-old she’d just mentioned.
Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head. “He always acts like an old woman. I’m used to it. He’s the same way with Illarion. Max is just as bad, if not worse. At least they no longer try to burp me after my feedings. Or check my nappy.”
Brogan laughed as Blaise finally set her back on her feet, but he kept her tucked by his side.
And yet there was a profound pain deep inside Falcyn’s eyes that Medea didn’t miss. What was that dark shadow that haunted him so?
Before she could ask about it, Brogan drew their attention to the stones that, when they stepped back, Medea realized formed a half-broken demonic face suspended on pedestals over a deep, fiery abyss.
“Well, that’s different.” And the dais was impossible to reach.…
Medea arched a brow. “I take it that’s the portal we’re looking for?”
Brogan nodded. Her mood now was subdued and quiet. Gone was any hint of the playful sprite she’d been a few seconds ago.
Medea cast a dry stare to Falcyn. “This is when having a flying dragon would come in handy.”
Falcyn snorted. “So would rope… and a gag.”
Before she could stop herself, Medea swept a hot, seductive glance over his long, lush body. “A rope and a gag come in handy forlotsof things, princess,” she said suggestively.
“Ew! Hey, brother over here, and I do not approve of this entire line of conversation with my sister! Back to a G rating, folks.”
