Page 28 of Dragon Lord
The dragon stomped toward her, angrier than she’d ever seen him.His eyes were bloodshot, thick smoke curling from his nostrils.He looked ready to devour her.
Might have been smarter to fight with him once he turned human.How far to midnight?It had to be near.
She wished she still had her sword.She shouldn’t have thrown the blade.She should have run the beast clear through.
Run and live to fight another day.
Einin ignored the thought.She stood her ground as the dragon reached her, pulling back his lips to reveal fearsome fangs.She braced herself, expecting him to tear into her.But in the blink of an eye, Draknart was suddenly man, naked and…aroused.
Her feet wouldn’t move.
Another long step brought him toe to toe with her, their breaths mingling.His dark gaze burned with everlasting flames.
“I’m sorry.”His anger disappeared.His tone was now a pained plea.“Forgive me, Einin.”
So as not to fall into his eyes, she closed her own for a moment.It didn’t seem possible, but suddenly, she found Draknart the man even more overwhelming than Draknart the dragon.
Heat radiated off him.His faintly smoky, masculine scent surrounded her.His breath was uneven, ragged.
“Einin,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
He might have said more, but a different voice—deep and resonant—filled the clearing like rumbling thunder.“I thought she was to be my gift.”
Einin’s eyes snapped open.Who said that?
She didn’t get to see.She was nearly knocked off her feet as Draknart swept her behind him in an instant.
He fell to one knee, the movement awkward as if not entirely voluntary but as if he’d been pressed to the ground by an invisible hand on his shoulder.
“Greetings, Belinus,” he said through gritted teeth.
Belinus!
Cold fear coursed through Einin’s veins in a mad rush.The god truly was here.An ancient god!
“You said the gate opens only at twilight,” she whispered to Draknart, dizzy with fear.
“For us,” he whispered back.“The gods come and go as they please.”
She was suddenly as scared to look as she was eager to see the god the priests claimed had been long vanquished.She gathered her courage at last and dared peek around Draknart, into the otherworldly, mystical light that emanated from the stone circle.
Where was the god?Was he the very light?
An impossibly tall, vaguely human shape took form, gliding between the two largest boulders.He was too beautiful and too terrifying at once, and entirely too bright to be beheld by human eyes.
Einin dropped her gaze.Her limbs were trembling.Her throat was so dry, swallowing hurt.
“Let us see her, then,” said the god, and oh, that voice again, as if the words were spoken by the very wind, everywhere at once, filling the entire clearing, and filling her chest too, making her gasp for air.
Blind panic pushed Einin to run, but Draknart held her in place.“I will bring you another, Belinus.I swear to you.”
“On your dragon’s honor?”The god chuckled darkly, the sound edged with danger, sharp, sharp edges that could slice a sword in half.“Einin of Downwood, step forward.”
She had no choice in the matter at all.Shefeltthe words inside her.Her legs simply moved, until she stood halfway between Draknart and the god.Draknart struggled to rise.He managed, for a moment, only to fall back again.Einin could see him only from the corner of her eye.She kept her gaze cast down.She didn’t dare to look at the god’s terrifyingly beautiful countenance.
“Isn’t she a sweet one?”Belinus’s voice slithered along her skin, and she felt that terrifying pull again.
She could not stop her feet, but she reached for her sword as she passed by it and raised the blade in front of her.She grunted in frustration when her arms would move only halfway up.Anger bubbled up through the swamp of fear in her stomach.
