Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

once, she stripped off the ridiculous blouse but left the corset, using her power to make it look like a metal breastplate. She imagined a bold headdress and collar, weaving the image over her, then used illusions to paint her face and plait her hair.
    "Sabine, you must hurry!"
    "Must I?" She stalked up to the woman. "Don't you ever call me by my given name again! I'm Rydstrom's queen- your queen. We're married whether he wants to admit it or not." She started away from the commotion, saying over her shoulder, "All the best with that."
    The demoness hurried after her, with her eyes watering. "B-but you said . . ."
    "Look, is it really my place to save the lives of people stupid enough to run into a canyon and get cornered by
    a dragon? Yes, I'm egotistical, but who am I to challenge natural selection?" It wasn't her fight-
    "Ai-bee!" a small voice echoed in the distance.
    Sabine stilled. Puck was among the trapped demons. The little punk, who didn't have the sense not to be dragon food, had just called her name.
    Which meant he'd just made her situation into one of two options: self-loathing if she risked her neck to save him or a bad day if the punk died. She exhaled. Maybe even worse than a bad day.
    Turning toward the chaos, she muttered to herself, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

    The woman clasped her hands to her chest. "Oh, thank you!"
    In answer, Sabine lunged at her and snapped her teeth. "In no way am I doing this for your thanks." Then she carried on. So stupid . . . so bloody stupid.
    Yes, Sabine had the ability to talk to animals.
    But what if the big bastard didn't want to chat?
    "I . . . didn't remember," Rydstrom told Durinda. And I still don't. But Sabine had voiced her suspicion of exactly this, and he'd vehemently denied it. Which meant he'd unintentionally lied to her.
    "Well, this certainly is uncomfortable." Durinda stared straight ahead. "It was centuries ago, and I understand there were . . . many."
    Had the demoness been trying to rekindle an affair? He'd assumed she'd just been kind to help him familiar-ize himself with the place. He'd thought she'd merely enjoyed reminiscing. "It was indeed long ago."
    They rode on in onerous silence, but when they reached the rise over the camp, he found a scene that defied description.
    In full Sorceri regalia, Sabine appeared to be muttering to herself as she shoved people out of her way while storming toward a dragon. The beast was poised to attack a cornered group-with Puck among them.
    Drawing his sword as he spurred his horse, Rydstrom charged down the hill toward her. He'd never reach them in time.
    When Sabine neared the beast, she yelled for its attention. Rydstrom's heart dropped when it rounded on her in a rippling flash of muscle and crackling scales.
    "No!" he bellowed. "Get away!"
    The beast hissed, darting its forked tongue. Yet she faced it with her chin up and shoulders back, raising her palms. Heat blurred the air above her hands. When it swept its paws, she leapt over them, then ducked under its swatting tail. "Hey! That was close! Stop this now!"
    The beast slowed its tail, seeming to glower in confusion.
    Rydstrom dismounted his horse in a full run. As he closed in on them, he could hear her talking to the dragon. She'd said she could speak to animals. Could she hold it off?
    "That's better. You don't want to feed upon me," she murmured. "Though I am the tenderest, I'm also poisonous." She chuckled as if at an inside joke. "Don't be cross with us, great one." She cautiously reached up and petted its gleaming scales. It jerked back, yet then allowed another stroke. "We didn't know this was your home." The beast chuffed air.
    Sabine glanced at Rydstrom, her eyes glowing bright in her mask of kohl. "Do you think it could eat me in one bite?"
    "Move away from it!"
    "So you can strike this exceptional fellow down?"
    "To protect you, yes!" Rydstrom hated the idea of killing one such as that, but he readily would.

    "I've got this. Luckily, one person here had the sense to free me-against your orders."
    Could she control it? He didn't want her in jeopardy, but she looked as if she was having . . .
    fun. He motioned for those cornered to begin slipping out.
    The beast tensed. "Keep talking," Rydstrom muttered to her as he helped Puck and another away. Almost everyone had escaped.
    Sabine continued, "Confession time, dragon. One night last summer, when my sister Lanthe and I were really bored, we almost sent all the creatures from Grave