She and Brastias walked off, but as soon as Fearghus releasedAnnwyl she yelled after them, “We’ll do our best to be good littlemonarchs.”Morfyd swung around so fast, fangs showing, that Annwylstumbled back and then dodged behind Fearghus.“My, aren’t we the brave queen, my love.”“Shut up, mate.

I’m so in love with you, Braith,” he told her, and she felt in her bones that he meant every word. “And do you know why?”“I have no idea,” she replied honestly.“Because I am such an amazing dragon that I know I richly deserve a She-dragon as wonderful as you. See?” he asked, grinning at her. “How could I not love you when you’re so clearly made for me?

I see why our little Braith likes you.”“Does she?”“Can’t you tell?”“I’m male. I have no idea what you females are thinking.

The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father’s suffering and the female who caused it.I do love that woman.

He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since he’d buried his head between her thighs. A year since she’d punched him in the face.

Braith lifted his head from her shoulder, kissed him. Centuries and her kiss still made him as weak as one of her fists to the face.

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.

My husband tried to have me burned at the stake and youbrutalize your brothers on an hourly basis, which makes them notwant to be too close to you for very long. What does that tell you,Briec the Arrogant?”“That they’re jealous of our greatness.

Well, when you give me an offer like that, Addolgar the Cheerful, I don’t see how any female with a passionate love of hammers can turn you down. . . .