Supernatural. Part 42

"Sounds?"

"Warriors matching your brothers' descriptions were spotted on the beach chopping the limbs and wings off the surviving traitors. Needless to say the Fins who spotted them did not stick around to verify it was your kin."

"I need to know, Bram."

"I know you do. But you're still weak and the Empress's sorceress guild has protections up. You'll never be able to contact them on your own."

"Unless you want my brothers coming down here and ripping this place apart-"

"I didn't say we wouldn't try." And G.o.ds, he sounded so exhausted. "But you'll need my help."

"Right now, peacemaker? I need you more than I've ever needed anyone. And I'm sorry if I sound like I'm threatening. I'm not. It's just my brothers . . ."

"I know well." His smile was sweet. "And I understand more than you can ever realize." He slipped long, strong fingers into her hand. "So we'll do this together, yes?"

Ghleanna nodded and she felt power flow from Bram and into her, giving her the temporary strength she needed to force her way through the barriers the Fins had protecting this place so she could contact her blood-related kin with her mind.

Sister. Thank the G.o.ds. Addolgar's relief at realizing Ghleanna still lived was palatable, zipping through her like a bright wave. That's when her first tear fell.

Addolgar . . . the others?

Ease yourself, sister. They're fine. But tell me you're all right.

I'm fine, brother. Healing but fine. Are all the traitors dead?

No. And she could feel her brother's anger even at this great distance. Feoras and quite a few others escaped while we killed their comrades. Seems loyalty is in short supply these days.

Good. Then I can kill Feoras myself.

We're coming for you, Ghleanna.

No! You'll be outnumbered and underwater has never been our best battleground.

I'll not leave you to die among the Fins.

I have no intention of dying anytime soon, brother. Call to the Cadwaladrs. Get them ready for battle.

Those who aren't already here are headed this way.

Good. Wait to hear from me. But do not, under any circ.u.mstances, come down here to fetch me. Understand?

Ghleanna- Understand?

Aye. No need to bark so. I hear you just fine.

Then I won't need to repeat myself.

After a moment, Addolgar asked, The royal?

With me. Alive.

Her brother grunted. Good. I owe that b.a.s.t.a.r.d an ale. Hate to have it over his funeral pyre.

That's very sweet, brother.

Go, sister. Rest.

I will. But send a few of the cousins over to Bram's parents' cave and his sister's. It's best we watch out for them as well until Feoras has been dealt with. But tell them nothing. Leave that to Bram.

I'll take care of it. Now get some rest, sister. The Cadwaladrs will be ready when you need us to be.

Ghleanna ended the communication with her brother and relaxed back into the mattress. Through tears of relief, she looked at Bram and told him, "All who betrayed us will die."

Bram nodded and kissed the back of her hand. "And I'd expect no more and no less."

Bram jerked awake, confused about where he was, his gaze searching the room. It wasn't until he saw Ghleanna asleep in the bed, the fur covering her only up to her waist, that he remembered.

He didn't know how the Fins did it. Lived under the ocean's surface in the outcrop of caves they'd discovered eons ago. Bram couldn't tell if it was morning or night. Had the suns come out or was it raining? Was it chilly or warm? He felt trapped in this place and he hated it. And although he could sneak out anytime he wanted-the guards barely noticed him and allowed him to leave the room as he pleased-he knew he wouldn't go, which was why Helena allowed him the freedom of her palace. She knew he wouldn't leave without Ghleanna.

He let his gaze rest on the She-dragon and again thanked the G.o.ds for saving her. She was healing quite well and was looking stronger with each pa.s.sing hour. Aye, the wizards and surgeons had done a good job. But lack of skill, talent, and knowledge had never been a problem for the Fins. They were, in fact, well regarded for their knowledge on a vast wealth of subjects. No, the true weakness of the Fins was their arrogance.

Something that said a lot considering all dragons were arrogant to some degree. As a race they simply couldn't help themselves. But even with their arrogance, most of them knew they couldn't separate themselves from the world around them and still function. They needed humans, they needed other breeds of dragons, they needed the G.o.ds . . . they needed everything life had to offer. Yet the Fins felt they were above all that. They didn't need anything but their brilliance and their ability to live under the vast ocean.

"Do you never rest, peacemaker?"

Bram blinked, realizing Ghleanna was awake and had been watching him. He'd been so busy letting his eyes rove over her exposed body, he'd failed to notice.

"I've slept some."

"Just some?"

"It's not easy to relax."

"Worried the Empress will change her mind?"

"She's been known to."

Ghleanna started to push herself up and Bram came to her side, slipped his arm around her, and helped her until she could lean her back against the headboard. He brought the fur covering up until it covered her chest.

She glanced down and back at him. "Something wrong with me t.i.ts?"

"No. They're perfect. That's the problem."

She smiled. "I didn't know I was such a distraction."

"Then you are remarkably un.o.bservant."

Laughing, she patted the bed. "Sit with me before I get sleepy again."

Bram did, sitting on the edge of the bed. A very respectable distance.

"Here," Ghleanna pushed. "Stretch out next to me."

He thought about arguing but realized he didn't want to. He hated being respectable all the time. Especially since most dragons weren't, so why was he?

To Ghleanna's surprise, Bram got on the bed beside her. He stayed on top of the fur and kept his boots on, but that was all right. She wasn't sure he could handle it if she told him to strip naked.

"I have one question for you, Bram. And I want you to be honest with me."

"Of course."

"Are you in danger here? Should we be getting you out?" Bram gazed at her. "You think I'd leave you?"

"My a.s.signment was to get you to Alsandair and back-alive. If something happened to me along the way . . . well, that's the price one pays when a soldier."

"Unless I know you're safe, there won't be an alliance."

"But-"

"I'm not leaving you, Ghleanna. And we can argue about that until you pa.s.s out from exhaustion or you can just let it go so we can sit here and relax instead. Staring at that blue-green wall."

"Is that algae?"

"It's a design motif."

"And you lost me."

"We Land Dwellers don't have many motifs, so that's understandable."

She glanced around their very nice jail cell. "Are we really under water?"

"Yes. We really are."

"But we're not in water at the moment, right? You know, by some Magickal means that could suddenly go away and I end up drowning?"

"The Fins have gills but they are descended from land dragons. Although they don't like to admit that. Ever. This palace was designed for the Land Dwellers they once were and the human pets they keep now."

"But the walls won't suddenly come crashing in from the force of water, will they?"

"After a millennia? Doubtful."

"So we're safe?"

"We're safe."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure, Ghleanna."

"Then why do I feel like the walls are closing in?"

"It's panic."

"I don't panic, Bram."

"You do now." He put his arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her close, careful of her wound. "Close your eyes, Ghleanna."

"So I won't know I'm drowning?"

"You're not drowning. You're fine. Close your eyes." She did, appalled she was acting so weak, but unable to stop the fear that was coursing through her. "Now breathe. Deep breath in, deep breath out."

She followed Bram's instruction. It helped. But she began to think his stroking of her hair might be helping more.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" she asked when she felt calm again.

"I have."

She wanted to push him for more, but now that the panic was gone, she was getting tired very quickly.

"It's all right, Ghleanna. Sleep. Your body needs it."

"I'm getting better."

"I know." She felt something brush against her forehead and she realized Bram had kissed her. She wanted to ask him to do it again, but she was just so sleepy . . .

Bram eased Ghleanna down into the bed again and brushed her hair off her face. Her color was back on her human form and she was getting stronger. He eased the fur back a bit and studied her wound. It was healing nicely.

Good.

There was a knock at the door, and Bram pulled the fur up to Ghleanna's chin and said, "Come."

The door was pushed open and Kleitos walked in. As human.

Bram smiled, enjoying the knot that could clearly be seen on Kleitos's pasty white forehead and the obvious destruction of his nose. "How's the head, old friend?"

The slithering b.a.s.t.a.r.d snarled a bit, then said, "The Empress requests your presence."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions, Land Dweller. Just come along. I promise your pet will be perfectly safe."

Bram glanced at Ghleanna one last time, unsure of what waited for him outside this room.

He walked to the door and stopped, glaring down at Kleitos. "She better be safe."

"Or what? What will the peacemaking Land Dweller do?"

Bram jerked a little and Kleitos slammed back into the door, trying to get away from him. And to think Bram had at one time been afraid of this dragon.