“Sure, I am. It’s what my brother always told me. Besides, I wouldn’t worry about the others. You have Tanis dragon fire.”
“What’s Tanis dragon fire?”
“I’m Tanis and you have my fire. Pretty powerful stuff as you saw. It stops evil unicorns dead in their tracks.”
Dash paused then cursed as he realized what was happening. She was becoming real to him. Worse, she was charming him in a dangerous way.
He was starting to care about her. The last thing he wanted to do.
Liabilities were a danger to him. Because when he put one life above others, he made mistakes.
Like with Renata.
But he owed this particular dragon his life. She’d stayed with him when she should have run.
No, she’d stayed with him when anyone else would have run.
“Thank you, Tanis.”
“For what?”
“Standing by me.”
“It’s all good, Dash.” She took the white horns gingerly and put them in the bag, trying her best not to get the blood or tissue on her hand. “Why are we keeping these, anyway?”
“So that trophy hunters can’t sell them, or a sorcerer use them for nefarious purposes.”
That made sense, until she thought of something. “You know, you can use my flames to completely incinerate their bodies and the horns, right?”
Dash winced as she reminded him of something he should have thought of himself. Damn it. But then, those weren’t his powers, so he wasn’t used to thinking about them.
You just incinerated them. How could you forget?
’Cause his mind was on other things. Now, he looked like a complete, fucking idiot to her. So much for being the intelligent, suave leader of the Thirteen Kingdoms.
Smiling, Tanis leaned into him. “This is the part where you say, ‘Oh crap. I didn’t think of that.’ Then you apologize for making me handle unicorn cooties. Yeah?”
He didn’t want to laugh. He really didn’t want to and yet found himself bursting out into laughter at her playfulness. Thank God, Halla or Ryper wasn’t here. They’d never believe he could laugh like this.
“Sorry I made you handle unicorn cooties.”
The look on her face was so adorable that he snickered again.
What is wrong with me?
Heneverbehaved like this. Not even when he’d been a colt.
She handed him the bag. “You can pull them out yourself. I’ve handled enough unicorn for one day, beast.” She shivered in an exaggerated manner.
Trying his best to not let her charm him anymore, he took the horns to the bodies and then incinerated them.
Then, he turned back to her. “We do need to get going.”
“Waiting on you, beast.” She pulled her sack over her shoulders. “And can I let you in on a secret?”
“Sure.”
“Get my brother’s skull back to my sister-in-law, and she’ll help solidify your kingdom.”
