by Lucy Lyons
“Thank you, I’ll stand.”
“Sit,” he said more firmly. “We have matters to discuss.”
Steph stepped forward though every instinct told her to flee. This was a mistake.
She sat in the chair.
“I was telling Mr. Kaur that you have an unusual relationship with Ryan.”
“Oh,” said Steph.
“Yes. You do not know this but you have abilities that most people do not. You are part of ancient race, the seneschals. These humans can speak telepathically to dragons.”
“Oh, I know,” said Steph coldly. “And is this why you hired me?”
“Yes.”
“So you could pair me with one of your clients’ dragon children?”
"I told you, Ivan, that Steph would be a tremendous asset.”
“What do you mean, pair?” said Mr. Kaur.
“As Steph has undoubtedly found out, the bond between seneschal and dragon is strong. The seneschals act as intermediaries between dragons and humans. In a successful pairing the seneschal has great influence over the dragon, helps him to perceive matters in a more human centric way.”
“And you want me to influence Ryan Kaur how?” Steph spoke these words coldly.
“Well, what his father wants for him, to settle into the role of heir of Kaur Industries, to become the successor that Ivan here always wanted.”
“So you can pull the puppet strings?” asked Steph.
“Come now. It’s not as bad as that. We want to make sure that any weapons that Kaur Industries develops can’t seriously injure dragons. We also want to see the research the government has on dragons.”
“What you are talking about is treason,” said Steph indignantly.
“Come now, Ms. Brooks. Technically, no. You should know this. We are not doing these things as agents of a foreign power."
He was right. But that made no difference to Stephanie. “No. Just against the interests of our country.”
“Please, Ms. Brooks. We live in a multinational world. The concerns of one nation is not more important than the rest.”
“No. The interests of your client is paramount whether or not they mesh with the nation's.”
“Quite so,” her employer said. “And your client as well. You are part of the firm, Ms. Brooks.”
“Am I?” said Stephanie. “Let's fix that. I quit.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ryan
“May I enter?” said a feminine voice.
Ryan turned from his examination to see a woman that looked like a younger carbon copy of the queen of the dragons.
“Hello,” said Ryan.
The woman smiled. “It is nice to meet you, brother.”
“I guess that isn’t a surprise. You look exactly like the queen. What’s your name?”
“Reanne.”
“Reanne. Not Princess Reanne?”
She shook her head and laughed.
“Here among our kind such titles do not exist.”
“I guess I’m disappointed then. I expected the title Prince Ryan. Though I kinda expected it since we have a queen.”
“Queen more designates her role as the progenitor of dragons. Female horses are mares, chickens, hens, and--"
“Female dragons are queens.”
“Yes, the ones that procreate.”
“I see,” said Ryan.
"We give her respect because she is eldest among us and created most of us.”
“In giving her respect, I assume that means she leads you?”
Reanne dipped her head and her smile fell.
“Yes. She is our leader, though we are many throughout the world, though here the dragons are extremely loyal.”
“I imagine. Still, I get that she has influence in many corners of the globe.”
“What do you mean?
“She placed her dragon children with the families of the rich.”
Reanne bit her lip. “You are correct in that you are not alone.”
“And why did she do this?”
“For the same reason she takes any action. To protect us.”
“Because the more dragons in positions of power, the more influence she has to direct the course of events?”
“Yes.”
“And those of us out there, who don’t know who we are, who suffer from a sense of being incomplete all of their lives—this does not concern her?”
“She expects the dragons will return home eventually and learn their heritage.”
“And expects us to embrace it?”
“She sees no other outcome.”
“Rhea could be wrong there.”
Reanne put her hand on Ryan’s arm. “It is not good to challenge our mother. Not only is she powerful, she has the support of many strong dragons.”
“Yes, Calvin warned me I am one of many and that Rhea does not have a human women’s maternal instincts.”
“I don’t understand.”
Ryan studied Reanne’s face and saw she did not. How would it be different to grow up among dragons? To accept attitudes not human as utterly normal?
“That she has no compunction against killing one of her own.”
“She can do worse, Ryan. You do not want her to lock you in a room with iron bracers upon your wrists preventing you from changing your true form.”
Reanne laid a bundle she carried and put it on the bed.
“I brought clothes for you to wear at dinner. Later Calvin will come and show you the palace and introduce you to those that live here. We have many female dragons in residence, especially now during the mating season. You might find one or two of them pleasing. That would make mother happy.”
Reanne gave him one last smile before leaving his room while Ryan stood in shock over the casual mention of mating season. Did the dragon queen expect him to mate with a female dragon?
He was totally out of his depth here. Though he was dragon, as his transformation attested, he did not know what being a dragon meant. What did this dragon queen expect of him?
“You’re not dressed,” said a rough voice from behind him.
Ryan turned lighting fast toward the voice to find Calvin standing inside his doorway.
“Does anyone knock here?
“You are the only one here that does not sense the approach of other dragons.” Calvin spoke simply but to Ryan it sounded like a rebuke.
“You are correct,” said Calvin responding to Ryan’s thought. “But I do not criticize you. But you should dress for dinner, young dragon.”
“This,” he said pulling the robe up by the collar, “is dinner dress?”
“Yes, and for later.”
“And what’s after?”
“You’ll find out,” said Calvin cryptically.
Ryan kept his back to the dragon shifter as he stripped his clothes and threw on the dark floor length robe. He turned and faced Calvin.
“How’s this?”
“It will do,” he said with sarcasm in his voice. “Come along, young dragon. And mind your tongue. The queen isn’t as forgiving as I am.”
Ryan followed Calvin through the intricate hallways of the palace. Each wall had an elaborate mural painted on it depicting dragons and humans. There were scenes of bloody conflicts, dragons with their heads severed from their bodies by enterprising human warriors, and dragons burning villages and towns. Ryan stopped in front of one where a dragon was on top of a woman whose face drawn in terror.
Calvin picked at his arm.
“Come along,” he said.
“Is this,” said Ryan, “how dragons see humans? As creatures to prey upon?”
“The relationship with humans is complex,” said Calvin.
“Look, I get that you are a man, er, dragon of a few words, Calvin. But my head is ready to explode here.”
“This was how it was before, young dragon. We are the elder race and our kind watched the rise of humans from beast to sentience. And for a long while we lived in harmony with the younger race.”
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br /> “How?”
“As their teachers and masters. We taught them to mine the riches of the earth and they repaid us for our help by tithing what they mined. But humans turned greedy and wanted all they mined and this caused conflict for many centuries. We created the seneschals as a bridge between dragon and human and for a while it worked.”
“And why did that change?”
“Another time young dragon. We are here.”
They entered a huge cavern that was lit with hundreds of candles. The walls were white washed and double row of widely spaced and gilded columns ran from one end of the cave to the other. A long table covered in linens dominated the center of the room overshadowed only by another one set perpendicular to one where Rhea Gentrix sat.
Other dragons in human form gathered in groups throughout the cavern.
“Ah, here is he is,” called Rhea. “My citizen, let me introduce my son, Ryan, the first of the resettled children to return home.”
Immediately every eye was on him, but contained few welcoming glances. The women examined him with cool calculation. Men moved protectively to the women they stood next to.
“Tough crowd,” he muttered
“Be careful of what you say,” said Calvin. “All dragons have your hearing or better.”
“Good to know,” said Ryan. He raised his hand. “Nice to meet all of you.”
“Come, Ryan,” said Rhea. “Sit next to me and we shall talk. And everyone, let us eat.”
Servants poured out from doorways on the right-hand side of the cavern bearing plates of food as Ryan settled in the left-hand chair next to the dragon queen. Calvin sat on the right hand of the queen while Reanne came to sit next to Ryan on his left. Reanne gave him a quick glance but her eyes held an unhappy look.
“I’m glad you’ve met Reanne. You should get to know her better seeing you have much in common.”
“Like you are our mother?"
“Ryan, I have told you,” said Rhea with her lips curled in disapproval. “That is a human term. I am your progenitor, yes. But dragons view this matter differently than humans. But I forgive you. Living among humans you naturally have human ideas on many subjects. I hope we can disabuse you of those. We want you to be a full member of our community, don’t we, Reanne?”
“Yes, my queen,” said Reanne. But her back was stiff and even when a servant placed a plate of food before her she did not reach for it.
“Reanne, why don’t you greet your sibling?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Forgive Reanne. She approaches her mating season and it common for a dragoness to lose her appetite, and her manners.”
“I’m sorry, Ryan,” said Reanne.
“There that is better. Give him a kiss, Reanne.”
Ryan hardly knew what to expect, but Reanne leaned in and pressed her lips to his. But her kiss felt cold and unwelcoming. Not that he had an appetite for any woman other than Steph.
“Steph!” thundered Rhea. “Why are you thinking about this human?”
“My queen,” said Calvin. He had put his hand on Rhea’s arm but she shook him off.
“Ryan?”
Ryan turned his head and stared into Rhea’s furious eyes.
“She is my lawyer,” he said coldly.
“Lawyer? From the human firm?” snarled Rhea. Her eyes flashed and Ryan could swear he saw flames in them.
“Yes.”
“The seneschal,” Rhea said more coldly.
“Yes.”
He shut down his thoughts but felt a pressure on his thoughts as if someone was trying to enter to his mind. Ryan glanced at Rhea who was staring at him with great intensity. Alarm spread in a cascade up his spine. Calvin had warned him not to reveal his relationship with Steph and now the dragon queen was trying to steal that information.
Ryan stood and kicked back the chair.
“Get out of my head, Rhea,” he said.
“You will do what I say,” said Rhea. “You will give me access.”
“Over my dead body,” he said.
“We can arrange that,” said Rhea. In a lightning fast movement, she stood. Her chair fell and clattered on the floor of the cavern. All in the dinner party stopped and watched Ryan face Rhea. She spread her arms and suddenly a great golden dragon stood before him with her wings spread open. Rhea roared her anger and the walls of the cavern trembled.
Ryan caught the thought of the great dragon and it was ugly. Rhea imagined snapping Steph in half in between her jaws.
He would not allow it. Ryan opened his mouth to speak but instead it came out as a roar. His eyesight shifted and his skin burned as it turned to blue scales and black claws. Rhea hissed at Ryan and the sibilant sound frightened Ryan. Again he opened his mouth to scream at Rhea, but instead white fire lanced from his mouth and blasted the dragon queen.
Dragons in human form screamed at the sight. Rhea roared but more in anger than real pain and Ryan saw she outclassed him. Other dragons many of whom he supposed loyal to Rhea surrounded him.
Ryan flapped his wings in agitation trying to figure out what to do. Calvin was at the queen’s side speaking to her but the dragon shook her head menacingly.
Change and run, said another voice in his head. We will cover for you.
He turned his head to Reanne, and she nodded. For a minute, he panicked not remembering how he shifted back the first time he was in dragon form. Then he remembered Steph and how the urge to comfort her overrode his doubts about his abilities. He thought of Steph now and how he needed to get back to her and his body burned again but this time he stood before Reanne as a human.
“Run,” she whispered urgently.
And he did.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Steph
Fury overtook Steph’s mind. Hearing that Mr. Watins didn’t care about the interests of their country, a sudden cold spread from her gut through her body. Raised a Marine’s daughter, being a Marine herself, loyalty to her country ran through her like her life’s blood. She spit out her resignation without thought and without care for her financial future. Steph didn’t care that her student loans wouldn’t get paid off, or that she had just shot her career in the foot. She couldn’t stand to be in the room with this traitor one more minute.
She turned and stalked toward the door, shaking in her shock and indignation.
“Wait!” called Ivan Kaur.
But Steph didn’t stop. She just made the door when Ryan’s father caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
She stopped in her tracks and gave him a frosty stare.
“Look,” he said dropping her arm, “I don’t like any of this either. My former lawyer here put me in the middle of some very nasty business.”
“Kaur,” said Watins in a warning voice, “you do not want to drop us as your representatives.”
Ivan Kaur turned to Watins who glared at the industrialist.
“I don’t? Why would I keep attorneys that lied to me and my wife and gave us a dragon child without revealing that little fact to us? Manipulate me, my son, and this blameless young woman here? To make sure we don’t develop weapons that work against dragons? Get your sorry ass out of my house, Watins.”
Watins face turned beet red.
“You’ll regret this, Kaur.”
“I swear to the Almighty, Watins, that if you do one thing that harms me or mine, you are going to find yourself at the other end of a government investigation. That I can promise you. Out!”
Watins stormed out to of the room. Kaur crossed the room and picked up his phone.
“Make sure Mr. Watins is shown off the property. Thank you.” He settled the handset into its cradle with a click.
Steph stared at Mr. Kaur. She saw a bit of Ryan in him, a bit of his brashness and take-charge attitude. Kaur huffed out a breath and then looked at Steph.
“Well, it seems I’m without representation, Ms. Brooks and you are without a job. Looks like we have a mutual need.”
For the second time she
was shocked. “I’m just a first-year associate, Mr. Kaur. I’m not qualified to represent you.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You’re honest, which to me is an essential quality for the people I employ. And you aren’t afraid to stand up to the big guys, which is another one.”
“Still, I just don’t—”
“Stop doubting yourself. Besides which the role I have in mind for you is more as a liaison between Kaur Industries and whatever firm we hire. Believe me, when word gets out that I fired Peters, Watins and Roe, they will all come calling like the whores they are. No, I’m worried about Ryan. He’s in a hell of a mess right now. First fleeing the scene of an accident can potentially put him in prison. The reports of him kidnapping you have been hard to dispel.”
“Well, I’m here now.”
“I’ll call the governor and let him know that that is just the media latching onto a sensational story.”
“You can do that?”
“Sure. We play golf all the time. Hang on.”
Kaur dialed a number and Steph heard the voice of the governor on the other end.
“Yeah. The media’s gone a little overboard. Ms. Brooks is my employee and was with Ryan during the accident. He was more concerned about getting her help than worry about the car, so he called our helicopter service and airlifted her to hospital. We are terribly sorry for the misunderstanding.”
“The witnesses at the hospital were quite certain they saw a dragon,” said the governor.
“No. Dragon Helicopter service. I’m sure it was a miscommunication.”
“I’ll talk with the commander of the State Police and wave him off the kidnapping aspects, but Ryan has to turn himself in for the other charges.”
“I understand. He will. Thanks Governor.”
“Okay. Just as long as we meet on the links this weekend. I want the chance to win back that last thousand you stole from me.”
“Sure thing. See you then.”
Kaur looked at Steph and grinned. “Well, that was relatively cheap. All I need to do is suffer the indignity of letting him beat me at golf and giving back a thousand that I rightly won. But for Ryan I’ll suffer that.”
“Even knowing he’s a dragon, you love him?”
“Ms. Brooks, since the first time I saw his fuzzy little head I loved him. Regardless of his biological parents, he’s my son and always will be.”