Dragon King Of Treoir: Belador Book 8

by Dianna Love

Reese jumped.

  The guys were laughing. Kellman said, “We should take you. We wouldn’t have to build a fire, but Evalle would be so sad if you went with us.”

  “Oh.” Feenix put one fat little digit on his lip. “I thay here.”

  “That’s what we thought.”

  A buzzer sounded.

  Kellman said, “Okay, Feenix. That’s our ride at the front door. See you when we get back.” He lifted Feenix into the air and the gargoyle flapped his bat-like wings.

  Reese panicked. “Wait?”

  Kellman asked, “Why?”

  “I really need to get out of here. I said I’d wait for everyone to return, but I’ve got an appointment and I need to know how to leave the building.”

  Kardos eyed the ten feet between them. “Can you walk to the door?”

  No. “Uh, I got myself stuck in this corner somehow. I was up here visiting and bam, just got stuck.”

  The brothers exchanged a loaded look. Kellman said, “If you’re stuck there, Storm put you there, which means no one here will lift a finger to free you even if we could and we can’t.”

  “No, that’s not what happened—”

  Kardos laughed out loud. “Don’t try lying around Storm. If you can’t convince me, you have no chance around him.”

  With that they left with Kellman asking, “Did you leave Evalle and Storm the note?”

  “Yes. It’s on our kitchen counter. Stop being so anal.”

  There went the first people she’d seen who might have helped her find her medallion if she’d actually planned a strategy instead of sitting here silently griping.

  Reese shook her head at that idea. Even if she’d been ready, it never would’ve happened. Not with this tight-knit group. She needed that medallion for any hope of escaping.

  Slumping down on the chair, she was ready to scream, but Feenix was happy again so she just grumbled under her breath.

  Twenty minutes later, she heard voices.

  Footsteps came upstairs. Storm walked in, took stock of Feenix first, who had been playing at the far end of the room. The gargoyle called out, “Thorm!”

  Storm said, “Hi Feenix. You okay?”

  “Yeth.” Feenix returned to whatever had been entertaining him.

  That one word must have confirmed that Reese had behaved, because Storm didn’t inquire further. He walked over, cleared the ward and said, “Let’s go downstairs.”

  Her energy churned, but nothing like before. If she made a run for it, she doubted even Evalle could stop Storm from taking her down.

  Miserable demon. She followed him back to the conference room where he handed her off to Quinn, saying, “She’s all yours, buddy. Evalle hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours. We’re going to eat, grab some rest, and I’ll be in touch tonight once I check the cemetery.”

  “That works. Thank you.”

  Storm walked out of the room. Evalle’s voice joined his. Reese listened as their voices drifted upstairs along with their footsteps.

  When she brought her gaze to Quinn’s, he said, “None of us are convinced that you’re here by accident. Now is the time to come clean. I don’t need Storm here to determine whether you’re telling the truth. If you don’t convince me otherwise, I’m handing you over to VIPER to put in lockup while we figure out what to do about these killings.”

  That put her heart in her throat.

  She couldn’t negotiate from a point of weakness. That meant she needed something to trade him. She took a stab, saying, “Whether you believe me or not, I’m not aligned with those people you fought in Midtown and Piedmont Park. This seems to be a big issue between the Beladors and the Medb. If they’re looking for Kizira’s body and you know where it is, why don’t you tell them and solve the problem?”

  Even better, tell her and solve all her problems.

  “No one knows where it is. The body has been stolen.”

  Did the news ever get better? She considered all that had transpired and asked, “Are you looking for the body?”

  “Yes.”

  “If I could help you find it, would that buy my freedom?”

  His stern face lost its rigid edges. “What do you mean by help? Can you locate it?”

  “Depends on if I can touch somewhere that the body has been. I have a gift of vision.” It wasn’t as simple as that and her remote viewing gift had flaws, but why complicate a negotiation with negativity?

  If he was trying to hide his surge of interest, he failed. Everything about him had stayed calm, but his eyes filled with hope.

  Not that she wanted to crush that hope or ruin her chance for freedom, but she had to qualify one thing. “Remember when everyone wanted to know how I killed the demon and I said my powers were tied to a medallion I lost? I can tap my gift if your people can find it, but they have to hurry because the medallion has a shelf life.” She wasn’t sure that was true, but time was absolutely of the freaking essence for her.

  Quinn’s forehead smoothed when he relaxed. He reached in his pocket and withdrew a cord with her medallion dangling from it. “I’ll give you one chance to prove that you’re telling the truth.”

  Chapter 17

  The realm of Tŵr Medb

  Maeve studied the water flowing over her decimated scrying wall. The rare gems of all sizes and colors still sparkled.

  All that failed to hold her attention when her gaze kept being drawn to the huge blackened area and holes where only shards of the largest gems poked out at odd angles.

  That arrogant dragon had destroyed her scrying wall.

  Not her wall. She had better taste.

  That idiot Flaevynn, the woman who had reigned as queen in Táur Medb until Maeve reincarnated, had created the garish wall.

  Thankfully, Maeve’s return had forced Flaevynn to blink out of existence.

  Lights from hundreds of candles in her private chamber struck the jewels that remained, creating a brilliant glow on the gaudy display. Certainly not a structure Maeve would have created, but that wall had held information from the six hundred and sixty-six years of the last queen’s existence, which Maeve needed now more than ever.

  A swish of sound behind her announced the doors to her chamber opening.

  She looked over her shoulder as Cathbad the Druid strolled in with a consoling look on his handsome face.

  He said, “There you are, darling. I’ve given you space to come to terms with your loss. It’s time we talked.”

  “Talk?” She swirled around, her feet floating inches above the floor. “My wall is destroyed and my throne was stolen. They. Stole. My. Throne!” Her gaze went to the empty spot where her dragon throne had sat for two thousand years. She was not finished with Daegan.

  Not by a long shot.

  “Yes,” Cathbad said, continuing toward her. He lifted a hand to her cheek. “I know the anger you carry and I wish to share your burden, but that won’t happen until you’re ready to look forward instead of behind.”

  She hissed and spun up into the air.

  Energy flashed away from her in fiery red lightning bolts, striking everywhere. Candles melted from the burst of heat. Stones on the scrying wall exploded. The walls of her chamber shook and groaned from her anger.

  Staring down at Cathbad from high above him, she snarled, “Do not lecture me on when to let go of my anger, druid.”

  Unfazed by her show of might, Cathbad smiled. “Ah, but you mistake my words, love. I am not telling you to let go o’ your anger, but to channel it so that you may receive your pound of flesh.”

  Floating back to eye level with Cathbad, Maeve said, “A pound of flesh will not satisfy my hunger for vengeance. Daegan owes me for the rest of his life.”

  Cathbad lifted his hands in supplication. “Do not shout at me. I did try to encourage you to kill him when you could have in this tower. He was at your mercy in this realm.”

  “Kill him? That would be too simple a payment for his debt. Most of the two thousand years he spent as a throne passed whil
e you and I slept. I barely got to enjoy any of it. I had practically no time to watch him suffer. He dared to betray me then tried to kill me. No, he will be my throne again, but it will be far worse this time.”

  Heaving a sigh, Cathbad relented. “Very well. Let’s get busy figuring out how to accomplish that.”

  “I want more than just having him back. So much more.”

  Cathbad gave her a measuring look. “I can’t wait to find out what’s churning in that beautiful head of yours, Maeve. I’m just glad I’m not on the receivin’ end.”

  She didn’t acknowledge that one way or the other. No one was safe from her wrath until she had her hands on Daegan again.

  When the silence dragged out too long, Cathbad took to pacing. “We’ll need a way to ambush him for any hope of catching him unaware in the human world.”

  “I can’t go after him there. He’ll be waiting for a chance to kill me.”

  Spinning on his heel, Cathbad said, “That’s not so easy to do. But killing him will be just as difficult, from what I recall of dragons.”

  “That’s not what I have in mind for him.”

  “Now, Maeve, we may only get one shot at the bastard, and if that’s the case, you do want to destroy him, don’t ya?”

  “No!” she roared, shaking the entire room again, but much worse this time.

  “Maeve, calm down. You don’t want a repeat of—”

  Her head warped out of shape and she grew six feet taller. Red, black and silver flashed around. She screamed, her throat burning from the sound. “I will have him back! That dragon will not be allowed to live, or die, only exist. Here!” Her eyes burned liquid red.

  She lifted her fists and shoved them down as if hammering a table. Power exploded from her, blasting Cathbad fifty feet away to where his body slammed the wall. He hung there a moment, groaning, then slid to the floor.

  Her heart thundered in her chest. She wanted to burn everything in sight. She could do it, too. Wreck this tower. She would—

  “Maeve, darling, you ... you must control yourself or you will lose this battle.” Cathbad walked slowly back across the room, dusting himself off and straightening his shirt.

  She grabbed her head. It throbbed from the power overload. Glaring at him, she demanded, “What are you saying, druid?”

  “That you can’t face an enemy as deadly as Daegan and be out of control,” he replied with more steel in his voice this time. “You want to win, then you must hold your power in a tight fist until we need it unleashed. I don’t know what is causing this reaction, but you’ve done this twice in two days. I can’t protect your back if you allow him to goad you and leave yourself at his mercy.”

  He was right, damn him.

  She’d lost control once before, right after she’d returned from a Tribunal meeting to find her private space ransacked and her dragon throne gone.

  Her reaction had been three times as bad then, killing two of her guards, but that was natural culling if they couldn’t hold up to a strike.

  Outside this realm, she would be vulnerable, but even more so if she lost track of where she was at any moment, which would allow Daegan the perfect chance to attack. She might die from an overload of her own power.

  But she needed to kill someone, needed to watch blood flow.

  The only thing protecting Cathbad was the blood deal they’d made to protect each other while they were waiting to be reincarnated in current day. And there was the fact that he was also stronger in this realm.

  He could take that hit and walk away.

  He might not be so fortunate if this had happened in the human realm. Then where would she be without him? Who would watch her back?

  Shrinking back to her normal size, she shook off the remnants of anger that clung to her and took a steadying breath. She would make Daegan regret escaping this room.

  When Maeve’s throat cooled to where she could speak in a normal voice again, she told Cathbad, “Daegan might win a battle, but he will lose the war and there will be one ruler.”

  Pinching his chin in a thoughtful pose, Cathbad nodded. “Now you sound like the woman I made a pact with to rule the human world.”

  She never agreed to share that rule. Cathbad could remain, so long as he was of value to her. “You said you came to talk. What is your idea?”

  “We need to find out what is going on in the human world. What has happened now that Daegan is there.”

  “If he’s there,” she amended.

  “Where else would he be?”

  “Treoir Island.”

  “You think Macha would welcome him to the island?”

  “No.” Maeve laughed. “No more than I would in her shoes, but he has the right as the first son of King Gruffyn to take Treoir back from Macha if he managed to get into that realm and to break my curse.”

  “I did not know he could claim the island at this point. When did you plan to tell me this?” Cathbad’s grin dissolved into a foreboding expression.

  “When you needed to know.” She shrugged. “Stop looking at me that way. I have not betrayed you.”

  He spoke softly with a chilling edge. “No, you told me you needed help creating a prophecy that would create gryphons who possessed Belador and Medb blood in this era. I did my part and there are now Alterants evolving into gryphons. You told me you wanted a partner who would sleep for thousands of years with you and reincarnate when the gryphons rose and the prophecy was fulfilled. I agreed. You told me you wanted to conquer Treoir Island and take control of that power, but you never mentioned that Daegan could take the island simply by right of birth.”

  “Well, now you know. What’s your point?”

  He didn’t answer at first, just stared so hard he should be driving holes through her chest. “Time and again, you refused to kill that bloody dragon and now he’s more powerful than ever if he’s on Treoir. We could have killed him, and then the only thing between us and conquering Treoir would have been Macha.”

  “She’s not much easier to kill than Daegan.”

  Cathbad’s fury boiled over. He shoved his arms up in the air and opened his mouth, spewing out a black, swirling cloud that wrapped the room and shrouded Maeve. Her skin crawled at the feel of it, but she wouldn’t blink while he showed his power.

  Demonic wraiths shot back and forth through the room.

  Five of them surrounded Maeve, gaping mouths filled with pointy teeth ready to rip into her.

  His power did give her pause, but he’d be a fool to harm her in her own realm.

  “Call down your dogs, Cathbad.”

  He still stared up and his arms remained extended. The shrieking went up a notch.

  She had the uncomfortable thought that she might have pushed him too far this time.

  But he would never see her sweat.

  “Call them down or you breach our agreement,” she warned.

  Seconds stretched. The wraiths snapped their jaws, moving closer to her.

  Cathbad jerked his arms down and shouted a word as old as time. The wraiths sucked backwards into a miniature tornado that spun itself into dust and dissolved into a smoky cloud.

  “Are you through?” she asked, sounding more bored than anything.

  Smoothing his hands over his perfect hair first, he straightened his sport coat and said, “You need me, Maeve. Don’t ever forget it.”

  She seethed. “I need no one. We have an agreement. If you no longer wish to uphold your end, say so, but do not ever assume that I need anything or anyone.”

  Confidence purred in his voice this time. “Ah, but you do. You think I don’t have a few secrets of my own?”

  “I’m sure you do.”

  He started toward the door, which meant passing her. He slowed next to her and whispered, “You’ve unleashed a dragon who can kill a deity if he finds a mate.”

  “I doubt he finds another dragon in this day and age.”

  “Oh, are you so sure about that?”

  She turned to Cathbad and realized
she was close enough to enjoy his sculptured mouth, if she hadn’t been so angry. “Are you telling me you know of another dragon?”

  “I’m not telling you anything. Just as I’m not saying that I may know how to kill Daegan. Think about that when you go down to collect Kizira’s body.”

  “Me? I can’t go somewhere he might have the upper hand.”

  “Then you should think about that before you play games with me, Maeve. One of us has to collect the body when Quinn delivers it, or the Beladors may call foul and default. You have no scrying wall. You need Kizira’s body to get your answers.”

  Chapter 18

  As a leader, Daegan rocked in Evalle’s book if for no other reason than making her life easier by teleporting her and Storm to arrive inside their building in the middle of the day.

  Too bad Daegan couldn’t snap his fingers and make this a happy Saturday afternoon like most couples were enjoying.

  She followed Storm up to their residence on the top floors, which were far above the conference room she had no desire to visit right now. Not after having a conflict with Storm over Reese.

  He’d checked on Feenix, handed Reese over to Quinn and called a time-out for them. She hated the brittle silence between them, but appreciated that Storm would never lose his temper in front of her friends.

  Sure, he’d wanted to kill Reese at one point, but that was a natural reaction to someone he’d thought was a demon.

  There’d been a time when he’d kept his anger locked down and avoided pushing her. She didn’t want him to hold back.

  Not that she wanted him to be angry with her, but she’d come a long way in this relationship and would not backslide. Both of them needed to vent at times and both of them deserved to have their say. They were a pair of strong personalities. Storm had pushed her to be honest with him at every turn.

  She wanted his honesty as well.

  He opened the door and held it for her. Always a gentleman when it came to her.

  She took two steps in and turned. He closed the door with a click then leaned back against it with his arms crossed.

  She crossed hers. “You might as well get it off your chest. You’ve been stewing since you walked in and found Reese in the conference room.”