Page 46 of Fire Dragon
Chapter Six
If there was a place in hell designed for dragons, it was the infamous ice shower, which was exactly where Liam found himself.
And he wasn’t alone.
Logan had earned the privilege as well.
As a fire-dragon, and when in full-dragon like now, he could take heat in just about any form, but not ice, gods help him.
He fumed as the watery streams of ice began to fall from chutes in rows along the tall ceiling. There had to be hundreds of apertures which meant there was no way to escape the torture.
Logan stomped around the far corner and bellowed. He sent fire through the ice some of which reached Liam, but did little to stop the onslaught.
Within a minute, his thick dragon feet were six inches in freezing slush. He arched his neck and joined Logan in his bellowing.
He and his fellow fighting dragon had gotten into a massive disagreement during battle training and this was where Santos had sent them, in his words and with great irony, ‘To cool off.’ So funny. He was still laughing.
Logan’s entire body shook, a shudder of gigantic proportions.I hate ice.His telepathic voice in Liam’s head sounded like a locomotive rumbling down the tracks.
I don’t know why you should. You’re full of the same damn stuff but coming out of every orifice. Oh, wait. That’s not ice. That’s shit.
When did you become a comedian, asshole.
Another sudden deluge followed, delivered via Santos who sat at the controls. No doubt he’d been listening in on the telepathic exchange. He and Logan both bellowed and blew fire, little good that it did.
Years ago, scientists had determined that an occasional ice bath for a dragon was beneficial to the immune system, in the same way cold showers supposedly helped humans.
Liam would always remain dubious on the subject. As a fire dragon, he ran extra hot. The ice was killing him.
How much longer do you figure?Logan asked.
Too long. But how about we come to an agreement that you stop shoving your damn opinions down my throat.
You mean down that big, fat, black neck of yours? Or your ego?
What’s that supposed to mean?Liam whipped around and faced Logan.You self-righteous bastard.
Logan stomped his right foot which sent vibrations through the entire icy lake that was now up to Liam’s dragon knees.
You need to let your wife go. It’s been eighteen years, Liam. Emma wasn’t wrong about what she said to you.
Fuck you.
They’d already had this argument which was how they’d gotten into the ice-house in the first place.
Liam blew a stream of fire straight at Logan.
A second ice deluge followed, which had Liam yipping and Logan issuing a high-pitched dragon scream.
Yup, their boss was still at the controls and wasn’t having it.
Liam knew Logan was cursing, but he couldn’t hear him above his own telepathic rant. He stomped around and made a complete circle trying to rid himself of the shakes and shudders.
Logan did the same.
Santos’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “Have you boys made up yet?”
Liam stomped some more. Logan followed suit.
