You’ve got to be fucking kidding me …
“Don’t you ever die?” Urian asked as he saw the demon Kessar.
How many times were they going to kill this bastard and have him come back?
Raking a sneer over the demon dressed in black-on-black designer snobbery, Falcyn glanced to Urian. “So, Slim, who isthisdesigner asshole?”
The demon quirked a grin at Falcyn’s question. “That’s Mr. Asshole to you, dragon.”
“Sure, punkin. Whatever floats your shit.”
Medea poked Falcyn on the shoulder before she rose up on her toes to whisper in his ear. “You might not want to antagonize him.”
“Says the woman who knows me not at all. Trust me. I’ve pissed down the throats of monsters that make this posh-boy look even lamer than what he is. On my scared-o-meter, he doesn’t even move the needle.”
Kessar smiled grudgingly. “Which is why you’ve held your dragonstone longer than any other dragon in history. Now be a good boy, hand it over.”
Falcyn snorted derisively as he raked a less-than-impressed stare over him. “Uh … hell to the no.”
A slow smile spread over Kessar’s chiseled features but didn’t quite reach his red eyes. “Give us the stone and I’ll tell you how to save your sister.”
Urian froze at those words. While it was true that the dragons had dozens of siblings, there was only one sister he knew they actually cared about.
The same one he did.
“My sister’s dead. And if you pull a Narishka on me, I swear, demon, I’ll eat your heart for lunch and burp it for dessert.”
“I don’t know what Narishka did, but your sister was turned to stone. So while she’s not technically living, she’s not exactly dead, either.”
“Blaise? Did you know about this?”
“No. I was told she went down fighting against Morgen.”
Urian listened intently. Were they or were they not talking about Xyn?
Medea placed her hand on Falcyn’s forearm in a comforting gesture before she leaned against his back. “Kessar is a treacherous bastard. Don’t trust him. He wouldn’t know the truth if it bit his furry little ass off.”
She was right about that. It could be a trick.
Urian held his breath.
Falcyn curled his lip. “So posh-boy’s the gallu leader the Sumerian gods turned against. Bet that ruined your day, huh?”
Kessar sneered. “You should know, son of Lilith.”
Blaise sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth. “Never, ever …everbring his mother into things. That’s just a good way to get your ass kicked, as he tends to madly lash out whenever you mention she-who-should-never-be-named.”
Falcyn gave the demon a wry grin. “You should listen to my brother, demon. At least I know my mother’s name. Which is more than you do.” He swept a grimace over Kessar. “And if you know that much about me, then you know who and what fathered me. So if I were you, I’d run before I decide to pull the wings off you for fun and pin you to a wall somewhere to throw darts at whenever I’m drunk.”
Unperturbed, Kessar examined his claws. “Fine. I take it you’ve no interest in learning where they sent your sister?”
A slow, insidious smile spread over Falcyn’s face. “Oh, I’ll find her. As soon as I eat your brains and absorb the information.”
Before Urian knew what he intended, Falcyn was on Kessar, tearing at his flesh. With an unholy growl, he snatched the demon’s head back and would have ripped out his throat had Kessar not vanished.
Blood dripped from Falcyn’s hands and chin as he sneered up at the dismal sky. “What? Was it something I said? Come back here, you pussy bastard! What kind of demon runs like a bitch over a small bite?”
Urian crossed his arms over his chest as he met Medea’s shocked stare. “And now you know why I had my reservations about seeking out our not-so-friendly dragon for conversation. You just can’t take him out in public. Or private either.”
