The Dragon Who Loved Me Read Free

thinking she’d been hurt during the skirmish—and that’s when the treacherous little bitch head-butted him!
    Gods-damn Cadwaladrs! None—absolutely none —of them could be trusted!
    Vigholf released her and brought his claws to his forehead.
    “What was that for?”
    She was up now, the broken staff of her spear pressed into his throat. “If you get between me and a kill again, you overbearing ox, I’ll tear out your eyes!”
    “I was trying to help, you unbearable she-demon!” he snapped, fighting his desire to shove her back to the ground.
    “Well, don’t! Don’t help! Don’t assist! Do nothing !”
    She reached down and swiped up the other end of the spear. “My father made me this,” she told him, holding the pieces up to him. “My father!”
    “Oh, Rhona.” Another Cadwaladr female, one of the pretty triplets, stepped forward. “Your spear. What happened?”
    “This idiot—”
    “I was trying to help!” he cut in.
    “Shut up!” She cleared her throat, looked down at the ground. Vigholf knew what she was trying to do. Get control. She was Rhona the Fearless after all. The perfect soldier. Or so she believed. In her female mind, soldiers didn’t lose control, they didn’t get angry, they didn’t shout unless it was to relay an order. And all of that was true—in battle. But Rhona was like that all the time.
    To be honest, he was enjoying seeing her lose control for once. Even if it was just a little bit.
    Wanting to see her pissy for a few seconds longer, Vigholf helpfully added, “I’ll have another adorable little spear made just for you.”
    Brown eyes locked on him. “And you can take that spear and shove it up your—”
    “Rhona!” all three triplets cried out, their green eyes wide, their attempts not to laugh weak.
    Snarling, black smoke snaking from her nostrils, Rhona the Fearless stalked off.
    “Bring those bodies back for the commanders,” she ordered over her shoulder.
    “You’re very adorable when you’re angry,” he told her.
    “Shut up!”
    “She’s going to kill you while you sleep,” one of her sisters—Edana, maybe?—warned once Rhona was out of earshot. “Daddy made her that spear.”
    “We’re relatively sure she slept with it,” another said.
    “And you went and broke it. While getting between her and a kill and taunting her.” Another observed. “It’s like you wish for an early death.”
    “I was really trying to help. You lot shouldn’t be—”
    “If you say as females we shouldn’t be out here—”
    “—we’ll cut off your legs while you sleep—”
    “—and let the forest animals have ’em for dinner.”
    One of them patted his chest—Nesta? Gods, who knew—“We like you, Lord Abhorrent. Don’t make us regret that.”
    And having been curious about the answer for the last five years, Vigholf asked, “Rhona likes me too, yeah?”
    “Gods, no!” one said, laughing, dragging two of the bodies away by their back claws.
    “And if I were you, I’d stay away from her until she gets over the loss of that spear,” said another. Vigholf honestly couldn’t tell the three She-dragons apart. “Otherwise, she just might take those pretty grey eyes.”
    “I’m a Northlander,” he reminded them. “I don’t have pretty eyes.”
    The triplets laughed.
    “At least you have them, Lightning. Keep getting between me sister and her glory in battle and you won’t for long.”
    Vigholf grinned, watching the three females drag six of the bodies away.
    “You better get her a new spear,” a low voice muttered behind him.
    Vigholf glanced over at his cousin Meinhard. “Why?”
    “Because I don’t feel like leading you into battle because you’re missing your eyes.”
    “She wouldn’t hurt me. She’s too nice.”
    Meinhard studied the bodies the female had left behind. “I think, cousin, that she’d cut your throat, then go have ale with her kin and not give you another thought.”
    “The Babysitter?” It was his nickname for