Light Dragons 03 - Sparks Fly

Waste my time! ” I gasped, shoving at his shoulder. “I cannot believe that you would call my visions a waste of time!”
    “You are being emotional, Ysolde,” he started to say, but I slapped both hands on his chest with a glare that by rights should have stripped his hair off his head.
    “I am not being emotional!” I yelled. The echo of my voice along the wood-paneled hallway was quite audible. Baltic’s glossy dark chocolate eyebrows rose. “Fine! I’m emotional! I can’t help it. I’m hormonal right now.”
    “Are you having your female time? You were not earlier. Did it arrive since then? I hope it will be over soon. I do not like having to wait for it to cease,” he said, passion firing in his eyes.
    “People can hear us downstairs, you know, and you haven’t quite embarrassed me to death. Would you, perhaps, like to inquire as to the state of my bowels?” I took a deep breath when he looked about to do just that. “What were we talking about that didn’t involve my bodily functions?”
    “Your being emotional. It is a good thing that I am a wyvern, and thus am able to control my emotions where you cannot.”
    “Oh, I like that-”
    “It is just like that time at Dragonwood when you tried to geld me with your eating dagger. You were most emotional then, as well. You remember that, do you not?”
    I frowned for a few seconds as I tried to dig through what remained of my memory. “No ... at Dragonwood? I tried to geld you? Are you sure?”
    “Do you distrust my memory?” he asked. There was something about the innocent look on his face that made me suspicious, but there was nothing I could say to challenge his statement.
    “Your memory of the past has never been in question, no, although you didn’t remember what you did in the vision we just saw,” I said slowly. “If you say I tried to cut off your noogies, then I assume I did so, but I’m also sure I had a very good reason for doing it. What did you do that made me so annoyed?”
    “You are going straight to the meeting and back again,” he said, totally ignoring my question and setting me down to escort me down the narrow stairs to the main floor of the pub. “The driver will wait outside for you. I would accompany you myself, but the builders are ready to leave the country, and I must check with them before they do so.”
    “You are getting more and more like Drake Vireo every day,” I told him, alternating between annoyance and pure, unadulterated love. I decided it was better to indulge the latter rather than the former, and accordingly gave the tip of his nose a little lick before waving at Pavel as he stood talking to three men whom Baltic had engaged to begin the process of restoring Dauva.
    “I am infinitely superior to the green wyvern,” Baltic said loftily, nodding to one of the blue dragons he’d hired as drivers for us. “And you must remember that I will do anything to keep you and Brom safe.”
    “I know that, and I appreciate what it cost you to borrow some of Drake’s men to watch over Brom and me while you and Pavel were tracking Thala, but as I told you before you left, we’ll be fine. There’s no reason for Thala to want to harm Brom, and really, that goes for me, as well. As for you ... well, she went to the considerable trouble of resurrecting you, so despite that whole situation of her blowing up the house on top of us, I don’t think she wants to kill you. I think she was just frustrated, and angry, and felt cornered, and let loose on us because of that, not because of any murderous intent.”
    “She did an exceptionally fine job of making me believe otherwise.”
    I touched his shoulder. Although Thala’s destruction of the house hadn’t killed us-dragons being notoriously difficult to kill-it had done so much damage to Baltic’s back that even today, he still bore scars. “Well, I should say she has no reason to want to kill you, so therefore, she can’t gain anything by offing me. After all, you’re not like the other dragons who cork off if their mate dies.”
    Baltic, who had been frowning at my slang, instantly switched into seductive mode, something he was wont to do whenever I mentioned the newly discovered fact that he was a reeve, one of the very rare dragons who could have more than one mate. “I would not survive your death again, chérie ,” he murmured against my lips, bathing me in a light sheen of his dragon fire. “Not a third time. It is for that reason I insist