Light Dragons 01 - Love in the Time of Dragons

about you folk, although there’s been some talk of you lately at the mages’ commune, since Dr. Kostich has been forced into dealing with an uncontrollable, irresponsible wyvern’s mate who evidently is also a demon lord. But other than that—sorry. I’m afraid you have me mixed up with someone else.”
    Doubt was evident on May’s face as she glanced down at Gabriel. “Could you be wrong?” she asked.
    He looked thoughtful as his mother shook her head. “I am not wrong,” Kaawa said with determination. “Although I have seen Ysolde de Bouchier only once before, the image of her is burned into my memory for all time. You are Ysolde.”
    I rubbed my forehead, suddenly tired despite my five-week sleep. “I don’t know what I can say to prove I am who I am. You can ask Dr. Kostich. You can ask the other apprentices. I’m human. My name is Tully. I live in Spain with my son, husband, and sister-in-law.”
    “Husband?” Surprise showed in Gabriel’s eyes for a few minutes before turning to amusement. “You’re married and you have a child?”
    “Yes, I do, and I have to say that I don’t at all see what’s so funny about having a family,” I said, frowning a little at the man named Tipene as he chuckled to himself.
    “Nothing is funny about it,” May said, but even she looked like she was struggling to keep from laughing. “It’s just that Baltic is kind of volatile, and when he finds out that his precious Ysolde is alive with a husband and child . . . well, to be honest, he’s going to go ballistic.”
    “That’s tough toenails for him, but since I’m not his precious Ysolde, I don’t particularly care.”
    “I think the time will come when you will care very much,” Gabriel said, still amused.
    “Doubtful. I have this policy about not wasting time on people who are big pains in the ass, and he sounds like a major one. Oh!” I grimaced. “He’s not . . . er . . . a friend of yours, is he? If that major pain in the ass comment was out of line, I apologize.”
    May choked on the sip of coffee she was taking. Gabriel helpfully pounded her on her back while saying, “No, he is no friend to silver dragons.”
    “Gotcha,” I said lightly as I got to my feet. “This has been a really . . . special . . . experience, but I should be on my way. Thank you for the coffee, and for taking care of me while I was out of things. I appreciate it, but my son has been left alone far too long, and I really need to get him from the neighbor who’s been taking care of him.”
    “I don’t think it’s a very good idea for you to leave just yet,” May said slowly as she and Gabriel exchanged yet another of those knowing glances.
    “Look, you seem nice and all, but I’m getting tired of saying that I’m not this person you think I am—” I started to say.
    “No, I meant that given your physical state, it would be best for you to stay here for a few days,” she interrupted.
    “My physical state? You mean the fugue?” I asked.
    “Is that what you call it?”
    “That’s how the psychiatrist I saw referred to it. I assure you that although the fugues are inconvenient for everyone, once they are over, I’m fine. A little headachy, but nothing serious.”
    “You saw a psychiatrist about these . . . fugues?” Kaawa asked, her dark eyes watching me carefully.
    “Well . . . yes. Once. I didn’t know what happened to me, and thought . . .” I sat down again, biting my lip, hesitant to tell them I had thought I was going crazy. “Let’s just say I was concerned about what was causing me to have them.”
    “What was the judgment of the psychiatrist?” Gabriel asked, also making me uncomfortable with his unwavering gaze.
    I shrugged. “I only saw him once. Gareth didn’t like me going to him.”
    “Gareth is your husband?” May asked.
    “Yes.” I tried to make a light little laugh, growing more and more uncomfortable in the situation. “Why do I feel like I’m playing twenty questions?”
    “I’m sorry if it appears we’re grilling you,” May said with a tight little smile of her own. “It’s just that you took us all by surprise, and now even more so.”
    “If you can tolerate another question . . . ,” Kaawa said, moving over to sit next to me. I shifted on the couch to give her room, the hairs on my arms pricking at her nearness. There was something about her, some aura that led me to believe she was not a woman who tolerated either fools or lies. “When did you see the