Rocor (Dragons of Kratak Book 5)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  “Yeah, like planting evidence and framing people,” she said. “At least, if you listen to my clients.”

  I laughed again and this time, it felt a little more normal and a little less forced. Piper had always been able to talk me down from any ledge and make me feel better when things were going sideways. It was something I loved about her.

  “Maybe you should call them though,” she said. “Just in case. Maybe they can send out a few more patrols and keep an eye on the area.”

  “Yeah, you might have a point,” I said. “I'll do that.”

  “Great. You should absolutely do that,” she said. “Now, back to my original point in calling – you are going out with Quint.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I haven't decided yet.”

  “That's okay,” she said. “I decided for you. And you're going out with Quint.”

  “Why is it that important to you?”

  She laughed. “Well, remember last night when I said I was going to get you laid?” she asked. “Well, I'm pretty sure Quint could do the job. Did you see that guy? I mean, talk about drop dead gorgeous.”

  “Maybe you should go out with him,” I said. “You seem pretty into him.”

  “Oh, I'd do him in a heartbeat, don't be a fool,” she said. “But he wasn't into me. He was into you. As that old song goes, he only had eyes for you, my dear.”

  “Now, who's being a fool?” I giggled.

  “Yeah well, I'm not the one he asked out,” she said. “Or gave his business card to. That would be you. So, you are going to go out with him.”

  I laughed. “You're persistent.”

  “I'm a lawyer,” she said. “It's in the job description.”

  “I dunno, Pip –”

  “I do know,” she cut me off. “Getting out and having something resembling a social life would be good for you. Seriously, Astrid, I worry about you sometimes. Your aversion to – people and life in general – it kind of scares me.”

  “I don't think it's all that scary,” I said. “I think what's scarier are people in general.”

  “That's what I'm talking about, hon,” she said. “I mean, what if something happens to me – God, forbid – I worry that you're just going to become this recluse. I joke about you being a shut-in, but it's really not all that far off the mark. If something were to happen to me – I really don't know what would happen to you and it worries me.”

  “It's not all that bad,” I said.

  “Other than me, who do you go out with, hon?” she pressed. “What other connection to society – and the world – do you have?”

  I thought about it for a moment. “Well, there's always Pete.”

  She chuckled. “Yeah, that settles it. You're going out with him,” she said. “So, when you hang up with me, you call him. Thank him again for a wonderful evening last night and make some plans to see him again.”

  “Wow,” I said and grinned. “Anything else I should do while I'm at it?”

  Piper seemed to think it over for a moment. “Well, a cut and a style might not be a bad idea,” she said. “Maybe go out and get yourself some dresses that just ooze sex appeal.”

  “Yeah, because that's really me.”

  “You should've seen yourself last night,” she said. “And the way Quint couldn't keep his eyes off you. Yeah, I'd say that's you, babe.”

  I laughed. “I have to go,” I said. “Some of us have to work today.”

  “Sucks to be you, hon,” she replied. “I'm gonna lay in bed for a couple more hours and then head out for a leisurely breakfast somewhere that has a patio. It's a gorgeous day.”

  “You suck.”

  “That's why the boys love me,” she said. “You should try it.”

  “Goodbye, Pip,” I said. “Love you.”

  “Love you back.”

  I disconnected the call and felt a chill wash over me. Still holding onto the phone, I walked back over to the front windows, half expecting to see the two men from earlier peering back in at me. But the street outside was empty, save for a few people taking walks, joggers – the usual weekend morning traffic.

  Still , I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. That there were eyes on me somewhere out there. Hidden. Waiting.

  But waiting for what?

  I folded my arms over my chest and watched the street scene outside for a few more minutes before deciding that they weren't out there. Unlocking the door, I flipped the sign over to the “open” side, and started my day.

  Chapter Eight

  Quint

  It had been a couple of days since my dinner with Astrid and Piper – and I couldn't get her out of my head. No matter what I was doing or how busy I got, at some point, Astrid's face – her laugh, her smile – something would go flitting through my mind.

  Frankly, it was getting a little distracting.

  I checked my phone, hoping that there would be a call or text message from her, but as with the other million times I checked, there was nothing. I sighed and dropped the phone onto my desk, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of me. Running a restaurant was hard – but it was also very enjoyable.

  Being a Warden didn't keep me anywhere nearly as busy as I would have liked – surprisingly enough in a city like LA – so I'd needed to find something to occupy my time. Given my love of good food and good wine, a restaurant seemed like a natural fit.

  “You're behaving like a teenage girl, you know.”

  I looked up to see Alynna standing in the doorway of my office. Alynna was one of my lieutenants and an absolutely fierce warrior of the Ice Clan. Most people tended to underestimate her – to their peril. When people saw Alynna, they focused on the fact that she was tall and thin, with soft feminine curves. They saw a woman who put some time and effort into her appearance, always looking very stylish and well put together. She was olive skinned and exotic looking, with crystal blue eyes that were startling in their beauty and long, midnight black hair. Alynna was a gorgeous woman.

  But what they didn't see because they couldn't see past her beauty, was that when the chips were down, she was an incredibly capable fighter. She was well versed in different forms of martial arts, could wield a sword better than almost anybody else I knew, and was as quick and light on her feet as she was ferocious. There was nobody that I'd want by my side in a battle more than her.

  “A teenage girl?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

  She smiled and walked into my office, dropping down into the chair across the desk from me. She casually put her stiletto-boot clad foot on my desk and looked at me.

  “You take very few lovers, Quint,” she said. “And of those few, I've seen even fewer get under your skin. But the look on your face as you checked your phone just now – it looked like a teenage girl waiting for a call from a boy she has a crush on.”

  I laughed. “And you can discern that based upon nothing more than a facial expression?”

  She looked at me, a playful glint in her eyes. “I'm very good at reading people,” she said. “You know this.”

  She was right. I did know that. Her ability to read people was uncanny and oftentimes a little unnerving in its accuracy. She was a woman of many talents and I, for one, was very glad to have her on my side.

  “Well, this has been an entertaining conversation,” I said, “but did you stop by for anything other than to mock my love life?”

  “Lack of love life, you mean,” she teased.

  I shook my head but couldn't stop my grin. “Fine,” I said. “What can I do for you, Alynna?”

  “Well, you can call this girl you're mooning over, for starters,” she said. “Take her out, show her a good time – get yourself laid in the process. Trust me, I think you'd be a lot less moody if you were gettin' some regularly.”

  “Thank you for the advice, I'll take it under advisement,” I said. “Is there anything else?”

  She looked at me for a long moment, as if gauging whether or not to continue prodding me on the subject. Alynna was
a good woman and she cared about me. She mocked me, but I knew it was coming from a good place. We were close – she was like a sister to me – and wanted to see me happy. But I didn't think that happiness was exactly congruous with the life of a Warden.

  She nodded to herself as if coming to a decision. Taking her foot off my desk, she crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap, her face shifting from playful to business.

  “I've been hearing some whispers around lately,” she said. “The Shongtal are working on something big, apparently.”

  “Yeah, I came across four of them in a warehouse the other night,” I said. “Questioned one of them and didn't get much. But I'd overheard them talking about somebody – they called her the key to their plan. Thoughts?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing solid yet,” she said. “But from what I've gathered, this has something to do with closing the Dragon Doors forever.”

  “Sealing the Doors?”

  She nodded. “To be honest, I don't know how reliable the intel is at this point,” she said. “It's all just rumor. I don't even know if the Doors can be sealed. But from the scraps I've gathered, the Shongtal think they can. And they're trying to do just that.”

  I sat back in my seat and ran a hand through my hair. “Huh,” I said. “I never thought about that as a possibility. But if it were possible, it would give the Shongtal complete dominion over the human's world.”

  She nodded. “It would give them an endless supply of food,” she said. “If they are able to lock the Dragonborn out of this world, it would be like setting up their own private garden.”

  It was a bold strategy, a smart one. But was it even possible? And if so, how did this mysterious woman play into it? I had a thousand questions and needed to find some answers. Which meant I was going to have to take a little business trip.

  “Looks like I'm going to have to go back to Chondelai,” I said. “Ask some questions of the Keepers and see what I can dig up. I'll need you to keep an eye on the territory while I'm away.”

  “It's a good idea. Before you go though, you have one task to complete,” she said.

  “What's that?”

  “Call the girl,” Alynna said, a warm smile upon her face. “Call her, set up a date, and then go see the Keepers.”

  I grinned and shook my head. “You are nothing if not persistent.”

  “It's one of my better qualities,” she said. “As is my carefree spirit – which, if you hadn't noticed, is a very nice balance to your grumpy, brooding nature. We are the yin and yang, my friend. We complete one another.

  “Get out,” I said and laughed.

  She stood up, still grinning like a fool. “Don't be that teenage girl,” she said. “Be a man. Be a Warden and take action.”

  I picked up my letter opener. “I could stab you with this.”

  She shrugged, unconcerned. “You could try,” she said. “Like so many others have.”

  Alynna turned and sauntered toward the door. Before she got to it though, she turned and looked back at me, her face suddenly serious.

  “If the Shongtal are successful,” she said. “We're going to be in really big trouble.”

  I nodded. “Which means we need to make sure they fail.”

  “I believe in you, Quint,” she said.

  “And I believe in you, Alynna,” I said. “We're going to be okay.”

  She nodded and then turned, walking out of my office. I leaned back in my seat again and steepled my fingers beneath my chin. It was a worrying turn of events, I had to admit. If there was a chance they could seal the Doors, that would spell doom not just for those of us trapped on this side of them, but for all of humanity as well.

  I would go back to Chondelai and get some answers. But as I pondered the questions I needed to ask, Astrid's face intruded into my thoughts. Again. I looked at my phone and sighed. No call. No text. I didn't have her number or even know her last name. I couldn't have called her if I'd wanted to.

  I cocked my head and thought about it. I did know the name of her bookstore though. And that was someplace to start. I opened a search browser on my computer and punched up the website for The Attic. I took a virtual tour through the shop – it was impressive. It had a fantastic diversity of authors – as well as a nice collection of rare first edition books.

  Then I called up another page and there was Astrid's face, looking back at me. I stared into her light brown eyes set in her flawless milky white skin and at the long red hair spilling over her shoulders. She was a striking woman – but there was more to her than that. The connection I'd felt between us – the one I'd been obsessing about for the last couple of days – was one that almost felt familiar, in a way. But try as I might, I still couldn't put my finger on it.

  Alynna's taunting echoed through my head and although it made me smirk, I grimaced at the small nuggets of truth tucked away in her barbs.

  Yeah, I was acting like a teenage girl. And it was time to do something about that.

  Chapter Nine

  I pulled to the curb and shut my car off, looking at the street around me. Getting out of the car, I looked at the array of charming little shops and boutiques that lined the street. Couples strolled along hand-in-hand, families walked together – it was an idyllic little neighborhood.

  And then it hit me.

  I had no idea what it took me so long to make the connection or how I'd forgotten that key piece of information I'd gleaned from interrogating the Shongtal fighter, but for whatever reason, it had slipped my mind. And I was kicking myself for it.

  I was standing on Fluker Street – the place the Shongtal said he'd seen this woman, this key. And the woman had been a curvy redhead with pale skin. Could this key to their plans be – Astrid? Could that explain the instant connection I'd felt to her? Could that explain the enigma that she was?

  My mind was spinning with the connections and the possibilities. With the ramifications of what was happening. Checking the address for the bookstore on my phone, I hurried down the street, keeping a sharp eye out for the Shongtal. If they knew who she was, where she worked, it would only be a matter of time before they moved on her.

  And I wasn't going to let that happen. I wasn't going to let anything happen to her.

  The Attic was located about halfway down the block. From the outside, it looked absolutely charming – and seemed to fit with Astrid's personality. It was low-key, unassuming – sort of shy, in a way.

  The whole street had something of an old-time feel to it, like a street from a quieter time of life. It was all red brick and there was no neon or garishly lit signs to be seen. The street wasn't filled with modern trappings and sort of looked like Main Street somewhere in Smalltown, USA.

  An awning hung out over the front of all the shops and tastefully decorated wooden signs hung above the doors, announcing the name of the shop inside. It was quaint. Somewhat subdued. And I really liked it.

  As I approached the door, I felt that nervous flutter in my stomach again. I cursed myself under my breath. Astrid had quite the profound effect on me. Maybe Alynna had been right – she was turning me into a teenage girl.

  Mentally kicking myself once more, I opened the door and hurried through, before I could get a case of nerves and run back out again. A bell above the door tinkled as I stepped inside and I made sure to close the door behind me.

  I breathed deeply and smiled. I'd always enjoyed the smell of bookstores. The air always had a certain quality you never found in any other store. To me, it smelled like knowledge. Passion. It was a heady aroma that I would never get tired of. I often sat in my library at home, just to enjoy the scent of the air inside.

  I froze and felt my stomach turn a flip-flop when Astrid came out of the back room. Her hair was down, spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall of fire. She wore a loose fitting white top – I thought I'd heard it called a peasant blouse before – and a flowing blue skirt that hung to her ankles. It was quite the contrast to the Astrid I'd seen all dolled up that
night at my restaurant, but she was no less stunning to me.

  She froze and looked at me with wide eyes, as if unsure if she should approach me or run away screaming.

  “H – hi,” she said. “Quint. It's – nice to see you again.”

  I took a breath and let it out slowly, quietly, trying to regain my composure. Alynna's voice echoed through my mind and I used it to steel myself. To remember who I was. I wasn't some gangly, awkward teenage boy. I was a warrior of the Fire Clan. A Warden. I was fierce. Battle hardened. I was a fighter.

  With fire and a renewed sense of confidence surging through my veins, heating me from the inside, I looked at Astrid and smiled.

  “Hello, Astrid,” I said.

  She looked at me curiously. “W – what are you doing here?”

  I gave her a small smile. “Would you believe it if I told you I was looking for something to read?”

  A small laugh escaped her. “No,” she said. “I wouldn't.”

  “Fair enough,” I replied. “Actually, I'd been hoping that you'd call. That we could go out for dinner sometime. But then I thought that perhaps it was a little presumptuous of me to expect you to call, so I thought I might stop by and ask you again in person.”

  She looked at me, fear and confusion warring in her eyes. “A – ask me what?”

  I chuckled. “To dinner,” I said. “I'd like to take you to dinner. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?”

  She looked positively terrified – but I got the sense that there was more to it than my invitation. I opened my senses and tried to get into her mind. To see what it was that was causing such fear and anxiety within her.

  “Are you okay, Astrid?” I asked.

  She looked at me, her eyes widening. “What do you mean?”

  “You just look – frightened,” I said and then pitched my voice lower, looking meaningfully to the back room. “Is there somebody here? Somebody who's threatening you?”

  She looked at the back room she'd just exited and then looked at me. As comprehension dawned on her face, she let out a loud guffaw of laughter.