Silly witch.I cannot speak in my dragon form.
“No lips.”
A chuckle rumbled through his chest. She was right.
“I hope that sound wasn’t your stomach rumbling. Dragons don’t eat people, right? You must eat sheep and small cows or something.”
He’d love to eat her right up.No dragons have eaten a human or a witch in several hundred years.
“So, you aren’t going to kill me?”
Not if you tell me where the reliquary is.
She fell silent again and he almost missed her prattling.She had to be terrified flying through the air, across the middle of the ocean, in the night, in the talons of a dragon. There was a small glimmer of admiration that she wasn’t acting the damsel in distress, one of those screaming Mimi scared women.
On the other claw, she’d stolen the First Dragon’s heart. She deserved every misfortune he could inflict upon her body.
So, so many things he wanted to do to her body.
Another ten minutes and she was shivering enough that the rattle of her teeth worried him. He’d never get her to answer any questions if she froze to death. The warm air from the last gold dragon had faded too fast, and the sunrise was only just warming the sky.
He’d bring their altitude down but the coast was in sight and he didn’t want to be spotted flying over France or Germany.We’re almost to my home.
“Is that where you’re taking me? Where exactly is your home or should I call it a lair? Oh God, do you live in a cave? Am I going to have to live amongst your giant piles of gold coins?”
Good to see hypothermia hadn’t affected her ability to speak. He would begin his interrogation the second he got her inside.I do not live in a cave. I have a villa in the countryside near Prague.
“Really? I’ve always wanted to go to Prague.”
This will be no vacation for you.
“Well, I’m certainly not recommending Dragon Airlines to my friends and family. The service sucks and the inflight food was horrible.”
What a strange little witch he’d kidnapped. Jakob smiled to himself. Interrogation or not, he could hardly wait to see what she’d do next.
He’d get the relic back from her, no doubt, but he was going to have fun doing it.
A few moments later the Volga river came into view and he dropped to only a few hundred feet above the ground. His villa loomed in the distance. He could fly her directly to the second-floor guest room. He would stow her there behind locked doors until she revealed the relic, however, in the back garden stood a haystack for the animals from his summer wheat harvest.
Jakob circled the stack, getting lower with each pass and when they were a few meters above he opened his claws and dropped her directly on top.
She squealed and tumbled into the hay, getting buried in the stalks.
Bullseye.
He landed next to the stack and shifted back into his human form. The hay and area around them glowed with a green light. What the hell was going on with his soul shard? He tucked it into his shirt and called to his enchantress. “Ciara, my little witch, come out of your hiding place and tell me where you’ve hidden my relic.”
“Ack.” Rustling came from inside the haystack.
A light shined out from the stalks, matching that of his shard. Strange. But it guided him to her. “That is not a hiding place.”
“Ooh. You shut up and get me out of here. I’m stuck. All I see are poky pieces of hay everywhere. It’s a hay avalanche. I don’t even know which way is up. Help.”
Jakob reached one hand and arm in, rooted around for a minute and then grasped the shoulder he found. Too bad he hadn’t accidentally come upon a softer part of her anatomy to grab on to. That beautiful heart-shaped ass for example.
Demons be damned, he couldn’t get that particular part of her anatomy out of his head. It didn’t matter one whit if her backside turned him all kinds of on or not. She was a witch and a thief and he would interrogate her to within a whisper of her life or until she gave back the relic.
He clasped the witch’s shoulder tight and pulled her toward him until she popped out of the haystack tumbling head over tail, landing on top of him.