The queen watched Annwyl for several long moments. “You are an interesting . . . thing. I think I understand what my son sees in you.”Annwyl swallowed. “Son?”“You didn’t know?” Annwyl slowly shook her head. “Yes. I think all my children are quite unimpressed with their rank among dragons.”“Yes. Apparently they are.

A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.

Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.

Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.

Please don’t hug me. Please don’t hug me.But she did. And now Bram had two sets of black eyes glaring at him.Finally, he said out loud, “It’s not me! I swear!” Rhiannon laughed and leaned back from Bram. “So cute! Isn’t he cute, Bercelak?” “No.”“Bercelak’s only teasing.” “No, I’m not.

Now she sat in their dining hall, a book in her lap but unread while she stared blankly across the room.Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.

Briec removed hisclothes and slipped into bed with her, wrapping his arms aroundher waist and snuggling her from behind.“Izzy?”“That’s just ridiculous,” he growled.She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It could have beenworse. I could have said Gwenvael.”“And forced me to kill my own brother.

She snores,” Morfyd warned.“I do no such thing!” Annwyl yelled back.“Like a bull in rutting season.”“When we get back to Garbhán Isle…don’t speak to me.”“Trust me, Annwyl, that will be a pleasure.

Now”—she leaned in a bit—“would you like to go flying with Grandmum before we take you home, so you can watch her toss cows around for no other reason than her own amusement?”“Sounds unnecessarily cruel.”“Exactly!” Rhiannon used her tail to place her granddaughter on her back. “See? Already you’re learning what it means to be part of this family.