Supernatural. Part 45

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"Ghleanna . . ."

"Yes," she hissed. "I understand."

"Good. I need to go." He frowned at her chest. "Your wound is irritated."

"It'll be fine."

"Yes, but-"

"It'll be fine!"

Bram stepped back, raised his hands, palms out. "I'll see you later then."

He turned but Ghleanna caught his arm.

"Ghleanna, I have to go."

"I know. It's just . . ."

"Just what?"

Ghleanna raised herself onto her toes and pressed her mouth against his, her hands sliding into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp.

Bram caught hold of her waist and she thought he meant to push her away. But he pulled her close, held her tight, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Her human body heated, her nipples hardened, her s.e.x became wet. It was all instantly there. And instantly perfect. But then Ghleanna was falling, everything around her spinning.

Bram caught her in his arms. "Ghleanna?"

"I'm all right."

"I'll send for the surgeons."

"No, no. Just bed. I'm just tired." He didn't look like he believed her. "Don't question me, royal. Just take me to the bed and go to your meeting."

Bram picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. With infinite care, he placed her on it, then covered her with the fur.

"Get some sleep. We'll talk more later."

Talk? As far as Ghleanna was concerned they were long past talking. But the peacemaker was skittish. Best not to spook him.

She nodded. "Later then."

Ghleanna watched him walk out, the door closing behind him, and her mind turned.

For the first time in six months, she wasn't thinking of her own misery. She was thinking of others-and how to make their misery worse.

Chapter 10.

When Bram didn't return for several hours, Ghleanna got up again and found some leggings that fit her.

She opened the door-still unlocked-and walked out into the hallway. There were new guards at her door. They turned, facing each other, and slammed the b.u.t.t end of their pikes into the ground.

"My Lady-"

"It's Captain."

"Captain."

"Why are you human?" she asked.

"Orders, Captain."

That was good enough. They probably didn't get an explanation and knew better than to ask for one. "I'm hungry. Any food around?"

"We can have the servants bring you-"

Ghleanna waved that away. "Not in the mood for servants. I need to move around a bit. Or am I still under arrest or whatever you're calling it?"

"No, Captain. We are merely here as protection for an honored guest."

Ghleanna blinked. "Honored guest? Wasn't it just a few days ago that I was the horrifying Low Born that had to be kept human?"

"They still want you human, Captain, but you've been given leave to walk where you'd like."

So the Empress was sucking up-interesting.

Ghleanna started off, but eventually came to a stop. "And you're to follow me everywhere?" she asked the guards right behind her.

"Yes, Captain."

Good. Even better. "Well, what're your names then?" "Anatolios, Captain. This is Demetrius."

"Anatolios. Demetrius. Does the Empress feed her guards and soldiers well?"

"She does, Captain."

"Good. Take me to where you eat."

The arguing turned out to be quite monumental. Full of pa.s.sion and eloquence.

And yet . . . it was also a phenomenal waste of time.

These senators, the representatives of the Fin populace, were arguing the logic of a truce with the Southland Land Dwellers. A very good discussion to have for any ruling body-except that these senators did not rule. They had no power except that which their monarch allowed them. And Helena, like her father before her, allowed very little.

But she enjoyed the arguing, enjoyed sitting on her throne and watching all of them go at it like wolves after a deer carca.s.s, only to overrule them when they were done.

Even more annoying-she wanted Bram to be a witness to her power. As if he cared. As if any of this mattered when he could still feel Ghleanna's skin under his fingers. Still taste her on his lips.

At the moment, that was all that mattered to him.

Bram.

Bram blinked, glanced around. Helena smiled at him.

Br-amm.

That sing-song voice. But . . . but that was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Only immediate kin could communicate with each other among dragon kind. He'd already been in touch with his parents and sister. He'd only told them that he was safe and caring for a wounded Ghleanna. He had not told them where he was caring for her. He knew how they would take it and he didn't want them to worry.

So they wouldn't contact him unless it was urgent-and this female voice was not his mother's or his sister's.

Br-ammmmm.

Good G.o.ds.

There you are, my little ray of suns.h.i.+ne!

Rhiannon? How are you . . . why are you . . . what is happening?

Calm down, Bram. Calm down.

But how?

My witch skills have advanced quite a lot lately. Soon I'll be able to create a s.p.a.ce so we can talk directly to each other. Won't that be fun?

Actually . . . no!

Rhiannon giggled. Oh, Bram. Just so cute!

Ghleanna ate the cooked and seasoned fish and let the soldiers in the hall stare at her. Almost all of them were in human form-orders from their Empress, according to Anatolios. The royal was sucking up to Bram by sucking up to Ghleanna. That s.l.u.t.

But Ghleanna would not worry about any of that now. She had other things to deal with.

"All right," she said loudly, so the entire hall could hear her. And they all tensed a little, watching her closely as she pushed her seat back, stood, and sat down on the long table, her feet in her chair.

"What do you want to know about me?"

"What makes you think we want to know anything about you, Land Dweller?" a Fin from the back of the hall asked.

"Because I killed Grimhild the Vile. The Lightning warlord."

"That's a load of-"

"I tore him open from bowel to throat. I wear his horns on my battle helm and his scales are hammered into my s.h.i.+eld. His teeth are a decorative necklace I wear at family gatherings."

Another Fin stepped forward. "And what makes you think we'd believe that?" He stepped as close as he dared, appearing tough to his comrades, but still out of arm's length. At least he was out of arm's length for dragons who'd rarely fought as human before. "What makes you think that we'll believe a little t.w.a.t like you brought down Grimhild the Vile?"

Ghleanna slammed her foot down, breaking the wood chair into pieces. She picked up a leg and swung it. The soldier, unprepared, tried to block the blow with his arm, but Ghleanna spun, changed her trajectory, and sent him flying back twenty feet or so.

Biting pain hit her at the site of her recent wound, but she ignored it. Convincing herself she felt no pain, she tapped the chair leg against the palm of her hand and said, "Grimhild called me a t.w.a.t, too."

She smiled. A little. "So . . . would you lot like to hear how I brought the big b.a.s.t.a.r.d down?"

Why, Rhiannon, are you in my head?

First my question . . . are you all right?

And that's what was different between Rhiannon and the old queen. Rhiannon actually gave a s.h.i.+t about her subjects.

I am perfectly well, Rhiannon. And Ghleanna is healing.

Good. Bercelak . . . he never says it, but he adores his sister. As do you, I think.

As do I . . . you know.

A soft laugh. My dear, sweet Bram. But . . . that female. The Empress. What does she want from you?

I don't know- Don't lie to me, peacemaker. You wouldn't be alive if she didn't want something.

Why did he bother trying to hide anything from Rhiannon?

She wants a truce.

With me?

Aye. She's quite . . . adamant about it. I can try to put her off until Ghleanna is at full strength but- No, no. See what her terms are.

My Lady?

I am not my mother, peacemaker. I can be reasonable. It's a new time for us all. A new time of hope and of change and of- You want access to the coast so you can attack the Lightnings, don't you?

And it is time for those barbarian Lightnings to bow down before me.

You want me to arrange peace with one breed so that you can destroy another?

Get me my truce, peacemaker. Make me a happy monarch.

And then-Rhiannon was gone.

Ghleanna walked out of the army dining hall, Anatolios and Demetrius behind her.

Supernatural. Part 45

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