The Fire Lord's Lover Part 27

Dominic spun when the balcony doors blew open with a gust of wind that couldn't be natural. He swept Ca.s.s behind him and raised his arms. A long black snout pushed into the room, red eyes blinking from the pile of ash to the scepter within Dominic's hands.

"Quickly," Ador said. "Change your clothing."

Had the dragon gone mad? "What, why?"

Those huge red orbs turned to his wife. "Through that door, yes, I knew you would be quick on your feet. Any coat will do, yes, the black velvet, plenty of lace, as Mor'ded prefers."

Ca.s.sandra returned to Dominic's side, holding out one of his father's more elaborate coats. He found himself stripping off his uniform and shrugging into the clothing without thought.

"Devil take you, Ador. Why am I putting this on?"

The dragon snorted with impatience, a gust of sulfur-tinted air that made Ca.s.s wrinkle her nose. "They felt the change in the magic barrier, b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You'll need to talk to them."

The dragon had gone mad. "What for? To beg the elven lords for mercy? I'm done with that-not that it would make a difference, mind."

"Do I have to explain everything?"

"You needn't bother with your help now. Where were you a few moments ago?"

"Stop it," snapped Lady Ca.s.sandra.

They both turned their gaze on the exasperated woman.

Ador sighed. "That was your battle to fight, fire lord. And now that you've proven worthy, I am free to help you."

Dominic crossed his arms over his chest, the scepter tucked within the velvet. "d.a.m.n. What good will it to do speak with the elven lords? And how do I manage that anyway?"

Ador backed his snout halfway out of the room, extended one long claw inside, and tapped the crystal rock that sat next to the door. "The Imperial Lady La'laylia made this stone for the elven lords to communicate with one another. Did you think we dragons flew back and forth between sovereignties as messengers?"

Dominic stepped forward, studying the translucent stone. He'd often seen his father place his scepter within the cavity on the top of it, but he'd just a.s.sumed he'd kept it there for safety. That it protected the scepter somehow.

"What did you mean," said Ca.s.sandra, "when you said the elven lords felt a change in the barrier?"

"The scepters are united to maintain the magical barrier around England, and they are tied to the magic of the elven lord who wields each one. When the b.a.s.t.a.r.d used it, his magic infused the rod and changed the protection."

Dominic frowned. "Weakened it, you mean?"

"Ah no. Do not underestimate yourself, fire lord. Your power is a match for your father's, but your human blood taints it enough to make it slightly different. The elven lords felt the switch."

The general erased all expression from his face. It was time to call on his skills of war. "So I try to negotiate with them?"

The sound of stone grating on stone as something akin to a laugh sprang from Ador's throat. "You can't negotiate with the mad ones. No, my dear b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You will convince them that you are your father."

"I will... what?" Dominic felt Ca.s.s's arm on his sleeve, and he turned to look down at her beautiful face. Her soft brown hair hung in straggles about her cheeks from Mor'ded's yanking out her coiffure, and he could not help but reach out and smooth it back. Her skin felt like the softest of rose petals.

"You do look enough like him to manage it," she said. "It might work, love."

A slim hope, but hope nonetheless. Perhaps Ca.s.sandra's G.o.d had indeed found a way to allow him to continue to protect her. To allow him to love her until they grew old and content, dangling their grandchildren on their knees. Grandchildren who would never be sent to Mor'ded's version of Elfhame.

"How do you make it speak to the other lords?" he asked, touching the cold smooth stone.

"Place the scepter in the hole at the top, yes; allow it to slide all the way down into the groove. Lady Ca.s.sandra, please step back. Farther. We do not want you within the range of the fa.r.s.eeing. They will be suspicious enough as it is without wondering why Mor'ded allows a human to stand by his side. Good. Now look closer at the stone, fire lord."

"Quit calling me that."

"As you wish. b.a.s.t.a.r.d, it is."

Dominic refused to rise to the dragon's needling. In an odd way, he felt grateful for it. Annoyance masked his fear. If he failed to convince the lords that he was his father, he would doom all of Firehame. And although he looked a great deal like Mor'ded, he was ten years younger and had a more muscular build from his years of warfare. And he did have a human heart; Ca.s.s had finally convinced him of that. If he allowed a flicker of it to show in his face or voice...

Dominic took a deep breath. Hadn't he spent his entire life masking his humanity? He could do this. He had to.

With the scepter within the stone, Dominic could make out odd carvings on the face of the gem that didn't look like natural striations. Like the door on Father's chamber, a map had been carved in the surface, a small map that looked like the spokes of a wheel with a very distorted outline. He recognized each section and recalled the name of the elven lord who ruled the sovereignty.

Ador had been watching him carefully. "First you must press the piece that represents your sovereignty, Imperial Lord Mor'ded."

Dominic winced at the name but knew he would just have to get used to it. Better the dragon reminded him of this now.

"This will open the vision of you," continued Ador, "and allow you to call up visions of the other elven lords... if they have done the same."

Dominic pressed Firehame on the map, and immediately all the other sovereignties lit up in their respective colors. Blue for Dewhame, green for Verdanthame, gold for Dreamhame, silver for Bladehame, brown for Terrahame, violet for Stonehame.

"As you can see," murmured the dragon, "they are all demanding to speak with you."

"Which one first?"

"Mm. Dewhame, I think. Breden is close enough to send his dragon if he doesn't hear from you soon."

Dominic nodded and pressed the blue piece on the map. Immediately an image of the Imperial Lord appeared within the translucent surface of the stone, his silver-white hair hanging damply against his head, a spray of mist curling about his shoulders.

"Mor'ded," snapped Breden. "Why the h.e.l.l are you messing with the barrier?"

Dominic narrowed his eyes, smoothing his face to calm. He should have thought of a likely excuse before he'd started the fa.r.s.eeing, but h.e.l.l, he was used to thinking on his feet. And it would do him good to outwit Breden. He would not forget that the Imperial Lord had kidnapped his wife.

"You are overreacting," replied Dominic, tilting his head in imitation of his father when he spoke to an irrational human. "I had to draw on the scepter's powers to take care of a difficult problem. There may have been a... slight resonance in the scepter."

The warped vision of Breden's face stiffened to a mask of indignant arrogance. "What problem?"

His father would never divulge any weakness. "That's not your concern. I have taken care of it- that's all you need know."

"Several delightful possibilities come to mind," said Breden, his right hand idly toying with a ball of water. "I had a b.a.s.t.a.r.d girl worthy of Elfhame slip through my fingers, and it's rumored that she hid in Firehame."

Dominic didn't blink.

"And then there's that champion of yours-did he overreach himself, Mor'ded?"

"As I said, the problem has been taken care of. And I have several other elven lords waiting to speak with me, Breden." The storm lord laughed, crus.h.i.+ng the ball in his hand, water spraying between his fingers. Dominic reached over and pressed the blue area of crystal, breaking the connection. He looked over in amazement at Ador. "He believed me. He thinks I am my father."

The dragon snorted, puffs of gray smoke swirling from his nostrils. "Of course. People see what they expect to see-even elven lords."

With a bit more confidence, Dominic pressed the violet portion of the map, and the elven lady of Stonehame flickered into view. "What is it, La'laylia?"

The painfully beautiful woman in the crystal frowned at him. "You interrupted my... pleasure, Mor'ded."

"My apologies. It will not happen again."

She leaned forward, revealing a generous bosom barely concealed by a bodice of netted diamonds. Large violet eyes glittered with as much brilliance as the stones she wore. "You know better than to interrupt the feed to the barrier. Perhaps you sought to garner my attention?"

Had his father and La'laylia once been lovers? Were they now? Dominic could only guess and chose to follow the elven lady's lead. "Perhaps."

She smiled, revealing even white teeth, except for two rather pointed canines at the corners of her fulllipped mouth. She held up an odd-shaped gem, with too many honed edges for Dominic's taste. "You are looking exceptionally... healthy. Bored, my pet?"

Dominic c.o.c.ked a brow, hoping to look arrogant while hiding his alarm that La'laylia had noticed his youth. "Not yet enough to taste the pleasures of your bed, La'laylia. Just seeing your loveliness will have to sustain me."

She laughed, low and sultry, making Dominic swallow hard in reaction.

"Ah well. When you can withstand the sharper pleasures, my lord, I will be pleased to provide them. In the meantime, I will have to amuse myself with the humans." And with that, her vision faded from the crystal.

Dominic breathed a sigh of relief. And then spoke with Mi'cal of the green scepter, Roden of the gold, Lan'dor of the silver. None of the elven lords seemed to even suspect he wasn't Mor'ded. And the elven lady Annanor of the brown scepter did not appear to care. Unlike La'laylia, she only radiated a strong distaste for Dominic's father, quickly closing their connection once he rea.s.sured her that nothing threatened the power of their rule.

Dominic straightened his back, stretched his arms and shoulders, relieving the tension in his muscles. Faith, he'd grown used to having men's lives depend upon him in the battlefield. But having to perform this sort of subterfuge, with thousands of innocent lives hanging in the balance, was a different sort of game. He supposed he would have to get used to it.

"But for how long?" he wondered aloud. "How long before I am found out?"

"The elven lords rarely meet in person anymore," said Ador. "With the exception of La'laylia, who craves the pleasure of a challenge in her bed. If you do not disturb the power of the scepter again, they will not suspect you."

"They have spies, Ador. Father has several of his own within the courts of all the sovereignties. The elven lords love rumor and gossip."

"Ah well. Unless they have a specific reason to believe such an improbable story, they will dismiss the rumors. You must move carefully, fire lord. Do not think that this will be easy."

Dominic backed into the room as Ador took wing, the blast of air making his father's coat-no, his coat-flap wildly about his waist. When had his life ever been easy? And why would he expect it to be any different now?

He brushed his hands across the velvet and frowned. He disliked the dramatically flared skirts of his father's coats, the excessive ornamentation and flamboyant colors. But he supposed it would be a minor thing to get used to, compared to the enormity of the task that awaited him. Dominic strode back to the crystal and removed the black rod from within it, feeling the hum of the scepter's magic vibrate all the way down to his boots.

How much magic would he now be capable of wielding? He thought of the black swath burned straight through the heart of London and resisted the urge to fling the scepter from him. Would the power turn him into another version of his father? Would he become so consumed with the glory of it that his humanity would again be hidden from him?

No. For he had Ca.s.sandra. He had her faith and her goodness to guide him. She'd become more than a lover, more than a friend. She guided his conscience in all things; for he'd abandoned his so long ago he could no longer be sure of right and wrong. He hadn't realized he'd led only half a life until he fell in love with her. She completed him.

Dominic turned to her, standing all alone across the enormous room, her soft brown eyes looking almost frightened. Of him?

"What is it?" he demanded.

"You looked so much like Mor'ded for a moment. When you spoke with the other elven lords, I could not see a difference between them and you."

He crossed the distance between them in a trice. She did not start, having grown used to the superior quickness of movement with which his elven blood had gifted him, but she trembled when he reached for her, shying away from the scepter in his hand.

Dominic frowned at the black thing. "I suppose I will have to do something about this. I can make a sheath for it, like my sword, so it cannot accidentally touch you. Although I do not think it will harm you unless you try to wield it. How did you know?"

She blinked. "Know what?"

"That I would be able to use it."

"I... I wasn't sure. But you said you had formed a connection, and Ador said it was the key, so I hoped that you had enough elven blood to wield it."

"I have always admired your intelligence." He grinned, but she didn't return it. Dominic tossed the scepter across the room to land unerringly on Mor'ded's bed. His bed.

He held out his arms to her again. Yet she still trembled.

"You have never been afraid of me, Ca.s.sandra."

"But I've learned to fear your father."

"And I am not he. I never will be, as long as I have your love. Would you withhold it now, when I need it the most?"

Tears formed in her eyes. "No. No, of course not, Dominic. Nothing can stop me from loving you."

And she flung herself into his arms, and he held her tightly, feeling his heart melt with the tears that soaked the front of his s.h.i.+rt. "Don't fret, love; somehow we will make this work without losing ourselves in the process. But there is much to be done, and I will need your strength to help me. Can you do that?"

She looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes. "Of course I can. It's just that I almost lost you and then gained you back, all in a few moments, and then worried about what you might become with that scepter in your hand... Fie! Enough of this nonsense. What needs to be done, my lord?"

"I'm not-well, I suppose I am now. I shall have to get used to being called a lord, although I shan't like it. This is going to be harder than we can both imagine, my dear. So first I need you to kiss me."

Her eyes widened but she lifted to her toes, and he bent his head. For a moment her lips seemed hesitant beneath his, but he pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers twining in his hair as she was wont to do, and her mouth melted beneath his. Dominic pulled as much sustenance from that kiss as he possibly could before he let her go.

He strode over to the bed, retrieved the scepter, and proceeded to burn the swan-shaped surround, the coverlet quickly catching fire, flames dancing merrily across the surface. He did the same for the rest of the remaining furniture excepting the desk, which might contain information he could use, and the crystal. His father had hidden many secrets from him and it might take him years to discover them all.

"I will not have it said that the champion did not put up a good fight," he murmured. "Now then, my love. You can have the servants clear the room of ashes and redecorate to your heart's content. I may have to sleep here, but I want as little of him left in this room as possible."

"What shall I do with the ashes?" she asked, eyeing the pile that comprised Mor'ded's.

"Have the servants take them all to the refuse pile... no, better yet, I shall spread them myself in the false Elfhame. It will be fitting that Father joins his victims."

His wife nodded. d.a.m.n, he supposed he would have to think of her as his mistress now. He could not afford any slips of the tongue. What a tangled web they would have to weave.

"I must see to my men. In this ridiculous garb. I must convince them that their general is dead and that I will be taking over the supervision of the army myself."

"You can tell them that you no longer trust another to do it. That Dominic betrayed you."

"Indeed. I'm now grateful I kept myself aloof from the men. They should not suspect... but the rest of the court... and the people..."

"Shh, love. One thing at a time."

He picked up her hand and brushed his lips across it. "It will be a miracle if we manage the charade for a day."

"You hold the scepter."

"Better yet, I hold your heart. I will manage it, Ca.s.sandra."

"We will manage it. With G.o.d's help. By the time you return to your room this evening, you will no longer recognize this place."