Furee Born: The Dragon Mage Series Book IV Read Free Page B

to do so does not change your actions here; why should it change mine? 
I proclaim her mine to defend.”
    The other man seemed to
grow in his fury.  “Challenge me, hatchling, and I will not care that your
father protects you. I will be bringing you back to him in pieces.”
    “You aren’t taking them.”
    Brax launched himself at
the younger dragon, his cry of rage turning to a roar of intent as he shifted
in midair to dragon.  Adair was just seconds too slow in his shift and found
his dragon at a disadvantage when he was taken up into the air on sharp talons
and then smashed into the ground, causing a percussion to resonate in every
direction for miles.  Then the real fight began.
    Asha saw the bloody
fight, and the other three dragons turn on Furee at a roar from Brax.  She knew
what followed.  Brax would leave Adair for dead at the end of this fight and
head into the forest after Clare and Riva.  His attempt to claim Clare would
fail when Theron, Lord of Seatown, entered the fight in her defense.  He would
kill Brax.  Riva would heal Adair as he lay dying.  The dragon knights would
come, but they would be too late to make a difference, and her brother, Lord
Theron, would be taken before the dragon council for killing Brax.  The dragon
knights and the Houses Fire and Water and, surprisingly, Lord Topa of House of
Air would take a stand against the laws.  Theron would proclaim all mage to be
under his protection.
    Asha watched it all to
the conclusion.  She knew all this, had witnessed some of it firsthand, and the
rest through other dream walks. What am I missing?   She went deeper into
the weave that followed.  What she found had her returning to her body
abruptly.
    ***
    Asha opened her eyes with
a gasp, not surprised to find herself held tightly in her mate’s arms. 
Everyone in the meeting room at her brother’s castle in Seatown was looking at
her, dragons and mages alike.  She caught her mate’s glittering topaz eyes.
    She grimaced, “I did it
again, didn’t I?”
    He shrugged his broad
shoulders.  “At least this time we weren’t in the middle of something good.”
    And we managed to stay on
our feet and not scrawled ignobly across the stone floor ,
he added in her head through their mate bond.  Remembering the aches and pains
from more than one tumble, she had to agree.
    Lux, the dragon warrior who
had traveled with them from Dracon, chortled.  “I was going to say at least you
weren’t flying, but ‘something good’ brings so many possibilities to mind.”  He
slapped Braedon on the back, and both he and Asha nearly went flying from the
impact. 
    At seven-feet-plus, Lux
was a massive muscled beast of a man who towered over the much shorter mage
warriors and huntsman of Seatown.  If that was not enough to attract attention,
he had blue hair the same color of his dragon scales when he shifted. Like
nothing human, in the sun it shown like liquid sapphires when he moved.  His
eyes were the ever-changing blue-green of ocean waves.  She had seen him when
he was angry and the waves in his eyes looked like storm-tossed seas under dark
moody skies.  He talked loud, laughed louder, and rarely took anything too
seriously.  The giant battle axe he carried across his back was the size of a
human child, and she had seen him use it in battle and laugh while he cleaved a
bloody trail through armies.
    Unlike the earth tones of
her mate’s huntsman’s leathers and soft boots, Lux wore black leather with high
boots.  Lux’s top was not the soft supple tunic the mages favored, but a vest
that cut a deep v showing off hard muscle and man.  Whereas the huntsman and
mage warriors of Seatown wore a sword with a variety of other blades, his belt
was wide leather and bare of sword or sheath.  He was scary enough anyway, with
the giant axe and the ability to shift into a house-sized blue dragon.  Covered
in diamond hard scales and gifted with talons and teeth, more steal would