Light Dragons 03 - Sparks Fly

me. I love you too much to be frightened of you.”
    “That is your first mistake,” he growled a second before his mouth descended to mine. I gave in to the heat of his desire, wriggling against him even as I welcomed his fire with my own, allowing the two to blend together into an inferno that I knew would burn bright for an eternity.
    Or until the next time one of us was killed.
    “Wait a minute,” I said, pulling back and frowning when a thought occurred to me. “You were just resurrected.”
    “That fact has been established, yes.”
    I bit back a very rude word. “Dammit, Baltic, that means you’re back to being younger than me again! I’m a cradle robber! I hate that! Where’s your father? If I were to fling myself off the cliff, maybe he could-”
    The word he spoke was much ruder than mine, but the light of love in his eyes did much to assuage my irritation.

Epilogue
    “I am here-”
    “No one cares why you’re here, you horrible scaly dragon!”
    “I am here to formally disavow all connections-”
    “A lying, cheating dragon! One with horrible fashion sense, and no understanding of anything elemental!”
    “Relationships, past or future, honors, duties-”
    “You wouldn’t know honor if it bit you in your great big butt!”
    “Cy, really!”
    It was a struggle, but I managed to keep from giggling along with Aisling. Next to me, Baltic sat tense and unhappy. I didn’t have the heart to break it to him that he was about to become a whole lot more unhappy. Instead, I took his hand and rested it on my stomach. Instantly, his body language changed to one of seduction.
    “And responsibilities owed to or from the individual known as Cyrene Northcott, naiad and all-around pain in the ass.”
    Cyrene gasped and sputtered. “You’re the pain in the ass! I’m sorry I ever let you sully my pristine self, you horrible, vile, disgusting-”
    “Cy, really, that’s enough.” May frowned at her twin across the long oval table, but Gabriel, at her side, was clearly fighting a smile.
    “Henceforth from this moment on, the sept of the black dragons, and I, Konstantin-”
    “Big ass!”
    “Nikolai-”
    “Water hater!”
    “Fekete no longer claim Cyrene Northcott as a mate.”
    Cyrene, who had been held back by Mikhail, Kostya’s weedy guard, screamed and stamped her foot. “Fine! I don’t want you anyway! You’re arrogant, and self-obsessed, and ... and ... and selfish in bed.”
    Kostya, standing at the sárkány table, ground his teeth, but did not respond to Cyrene’s slurs.
    “The weyr no longer recognizes Cyrene Northcott as your mate,” Gabriel said, his lips twitching slightly. “I believe there is one other bit of business to be conducted before we conclude this sárkány , and partake of the lovely meal that Ysolde has cooked for us.”
    “Pavel did most of the work,” I said quickly, casting a grateful smile at where he sat on the other side of Baltic. “He made the most divine Peking duck. I hope you’re all in the mood for Chinese food, because it’s all I can think of lately.”
    “Chinese sounds yummy,” Aisling said, beaming at me. “And I totally hear you on the cravings. When I was having the twins, potato chips were all I wanted. Didn’t matter what flavor-I wanted them all.”
    “I believe we’ve strayed from the point,” Gabriel, who was taking his turn to head up the sárkány , gently observed.
    “Yes, we have. The point is that Kostya is a big fat baby pants, and I am formally demating him, so he can’t kick me out as his mate,” Cyrene said, breaking free of Mikhail. “He’s a horrible dragon, and if you had any sense, you’d boot him out of your precious weyr. Not that I care anymore because I’m through with dragons. Totally through with dragons. Really, really through.” She stopped, her eyes on the blue wyvern Bastian, who immediately donned a worried expression.
    Gabriel cleared his throat. “If we could return to official business? It’s my understanding that we have an application for a new sept to be accepted into the weyr.”
    Everyone looked at Baltic.
    He glowered in return.
    I leaned in and whispered, “You promised.”
    “I did not. You told me I would do this, and I, not wishing to upset you, agreed.”
    I pinched his side. “The sooner you get it done, the sooner we can eat all that lovely food that Pavel and I have spent all day cooking.”
    “I do not desire food,” he said in a low growl with just a hint of