Page 94 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
Maggie
Takes two to tango, Scarlett
I hate you all.
Lydia
What if we have ice cream?
I might hate you a bit less.
Do you actually have ice cream?
Rosalie
It’s not strictly ice cream but a pretty good substitute.
What are you waiting for? An invite?
I don’t care Dexx is presently haunting the halls of his sector growling at everyone and having no time for me to berate him about Drex’s treatment. I want to see my friends, and if they have something like ice cream, all the better.
Not that I have cravings or anything. It’s far too soon for anything like that.
Doesn’t stop me drumming my fingers on every available surface until all my friends are escorted into my quarters by two stunned looking Sarkarnii warriors.
I’m instantly smothered in hugs from my friends.
“Cut the crap. Get out the goods,” I growl.
“Oh, she’s growing Dexx’s spawn and has taken on his attitude.” Rosalie chuckles.
“Promises were made,” I retort.
Lydia delves into a bag she’s carrying, one which looks like tin foil, and pulls out a canister and a spoon.
“It’s vanilla…sort of. The only flavor we could make,” she says apologetically.
“I’ll take any flavor and wait? You made this?” I ping off the lid with the spoon and dig into the white gloop underneath.
It’s certainly cold and has a hint of cream and vanilla. I’m not going to argue against it in case Lydia takes it away.
“So,” Rosalie says after I’ve eaten the ice cream in silence for a while. “Do you have any explanation for what’s been going on?”
“Like what?”
“Like the fact the Sarkarnii have been blowing things up left, right, and center?” Maggie says. “Kerra says Darax hasn’t told her anything…”
“Oh, so this wasn’t a social visit or a mission of mercy.” I jab the spoon at her. “It was fact finding.”
Lydia tosses more canisters out to everyone and sets some spoons on the table next to her.
“One minute we were in Dante’s sector, surrounded by mayhem, then Darax’s warriors came, insisted we return to his sector, which meant we had to carry this one...” Maggie pokes Rosalie.
“Why?”
“Because she has a thing for Dante,” Lydia says in a singsong voice with a wicked smile.
“I do not,” Rosalie says emphatically. “He’s like an overgrown, and I meanovergrown,puppy with explosives.”
