Chapter 21
As she stood back, still holding my hands, I
breathed a slow sigh of relief. Then her gaze fell on my neck and
she reached out to finger the collar. I swallowed. What the hell
was she going to think of me, wearing Hyto’s symbol? Would she
resent me? Would she despise me for being weak?
But as she searched my face, I felt myself
opening up to her. There was something regal yet just about her
energy, and I leaned closer, silently pleading for her to
understand that I had not chosen to allow
Hyto into my life.
“I am so sorry that my ex-husband found his way
to you.” She read my expression thoroughly, and when she’d
finished, she turned toward Smoky and her words came out with a
catch. “I should have denied him sooner. This would not have
happened if I’d paid attention when I first began to notice his
behavior. Shortly after you and your siblings were born, I should
have cast him out. But I wasn’t sure . . . I thought perhaps he was
still young and rash.”
Smoky shook his head. “He’s gone over the edge.
Hyto is lost.”
Finding my courage, I spoke up. “He’s furious at
Smoky and at me. He means to destroy us. He kidnapped me and was
going to use me as bait to lure Smoky in, but with a little help, I
escaped.”
Vishana listened, then crossed her arms.
“Surviving Hyto’s perversions takes a strong spirit. We have to be
cautious. He’s wily and will not give any quarter.” With a glance
past us, she pointed to Iris, Shade, and Delilah. “Introductions,
my Iampaatar. You are not bred from coarse society. You will be civil.”
As I tried to stifle a laugh, Vishana flashed me
a sly grin. “I’m sure you’ve found my son a chore to tame. I
understand you have two other husbands, as well.”
Startled that Smoky had given her that much
information, I nodded. “Yes . . . actually. I hope you
don’t—”
With a harried gesture, she cut me off. “It is
of no concern. In the Dragon Reaches, we, on occasion, allow plural
marriage, and taking a lover is common. But I am surprised at my
son. He was always the most headstrong.” Then, after a beat, she
added, “For him to share you means that his love is stronger than
life. Remember that, Camille. You are blessed. But so is he—for you
to come with him on this hunting expedition tells me you have a
brave heart, and the conviction to stand by your husband is
honorable.”
I had a feeling that honorable was an important word in Vishana’s
household. Turning to my sister, I started to introduce the rest of
them, but my mother-in-law held up her hand.
“Ah, ah, ah! I asked my son to do the honors. It
is his task, and I will not have him turning into a boor. Mind you,
keep control of your household, Camille. Just because he is dragon,
there is no reason for my son to ride roughshod over everyone. Do
you understand? The household rules are set by the wife and to be
obeyed.”
Smoky fumed but said nothing while I let out a
laugh. I’d just been given permission to scold my husband by his
mother.
“If you’re quite done talking about me, please
allow me to introduce my sister-in-law, Delilah Maria te Maria
D’Artigo. And this is Lady Iris Kuusi, priestess of Undutar. And
this is Delilah’s lover, Shade. He is—”
“Half shadow dragon. I can sense it, my son. And
. . . half Stradolan.” Smoky’s mother looked Shade up one side and
down the other. “Fascinating. I’ve never met a half-breed shadow
dragon before. Your kind seldom mate outside the ranks.” There was
nothing inherently rude about the comment, but somehow it felt like
she’d given us a valuable tidbit of information there.
Shade bowed. “Honorable Lady Vishana, I am
pleased to make your acquaintance. Please accept my
services.”
“You are soft spoken and well mannered. Teach my
son a lesson or two, if you would. I fear that living alone for so
many centuries has made him pigheaded. But he is a good man, and
I’m proud of him.” Vishana glanced at the top of the slope. “Well,
then. Shall we find Hyto and take him down? I don’t have all day to
dawdle, and I’m in no mood to prolong this battle.”
I stared at her. “You’re coming with us, then?”
I hadn’t been entirely sure what she was here for. I’d been
hoping, but hope doesn’t always spring
true.
“Oh, yes, my dear. I’m here for a fight, and I
won’t leave while Hyto still stands. Come then. Iampaatar, lead us
to the battle. Camille, protect yourself. I will not lose a
daughter-in-law the day I meet her.”
And so, with Smoky carrying Iris in the front,
we headed up the mountain to the crest of the slope, as the snow
fell silently around us.
Delilah fell in beside me, with Shade bringing up
the rear. She leaned close. “I never thought about the fact that my
future mother-in-law might be a dragon also.” She seemed
thoughtful.
I nodded. “From what Shade says, though, you may
never meet her.”
“What should we watch out for with Hyto?”
Delilah fingered Lysanthra—her silver dagger. No use using an old
iron knife on Hyto. Dragons weren’t vulnerable to the metal. I
didn’t want to tell her that no matter what side you came in from,
he was dangerous, but that was simply the fact.
“Whatever you do, keep away from his hair. Which
means distance attacks, which you don’t have.” I bit my lip,
thinking maybe we should have brought Rozurial. He had all sorts of
tricks up his sleeve.
But then Delilah surprised me. She pulled a
handful of little round red balls out of her pocket. I recognized
them immediately.
“Roz’s fireballs! When did he give you those?” I
loved Roz’s gear—coveted some of it, actually. But he never gave me
any of his baubles, probably because of my predilection for making
the wrong things go boom.
“This morning, before we left. Nobody wanted to
be left behind.” She bit her lip, the tip of one of her fangs
piercing the skin. A drop of blood oozed out and she licked it
up.
“I know. But we can’t focus on our job if we’re
trying to protect the others.” And there it was: If everybody came,
then we’d be not only leaving two unprotected members of our family
at home—along with Hanna, Georgio, and Estelle—but we’d be so busy
trying to make sure that Hyto didn’t hurt them, we’d all end up
dead.
Smoky stopped and held up his hand. We were near
the top of the hill. We paused, then started again. The woods here
were silent, and a pall fell over me. The tension of the forest
rose; it was as if some silent intruder had taken root. The
elephant in the room that nobody wanted to talk about.
My breath came in puffs as we ascended the last
fifty feet of the trail, which led to a plateau. Cresting the top,
I stopped cold. There, about fifty yards away in the clearing,
stood Hyto and Asheré. They weren’t alone. In front of them stood a
mountain troll and several hungry-looking wolves.
As we approached, Hyto stared at Vishana, his
expression shifting. “What are you doing here? This is not your
fight. Get out of my sight, sclah.”
I looked up at Smoky. He was scowling, barely
holding himself back. “He just called my mother the equivalent of a
cunt.” His nails sprang into talons and he began to tremble.
Grabbing his arm, I shook my head. “We have to
get rid of the riffraff first. Cannon fodder—to weaken us.”
Hyto sauntered forward. “My son, how does it
feel to know what I did to your wife? She loved every minute of it.
When I was fucking her, she screamed out my name—not yours. And
then begged me for more.”
I caught my breath. “He lies.”
“I know,” Smoky said, cautioning me as I brought
out the horn. “Save it for him, after we take care of the
others.”
Turning to the troll and wolves, Hyto said,
“Save the dark-haired girl and my son for me. The others you may
destroy at will.”
The wolves trembled, and I realized they were no
ordinary wolves, but goblin steeds. Trained to destroy, with
glowing red eyes and snarling muzzles that showed long, razor-sharp
teeth. Delilah let out a cry and I sensed her beginning to shift.
Within seconds, a black panther stood next to me, and next to her I
saw a ghostly leopard. Our sister Arial had come to join in the
fight.
Smoky pushed me behind him as Iris moved in by
his side, her wand at the ready. She had a look on her face I’d
never before seen—dead anger. And I’d seen Iris pissed off before,
but this look . . . I stepped back.
Shade moved forward and held up his hands—I
couldn’t tell what he was doing, but it was death magic of some
sort. That I could feel into my bones.
And then the wolves leaped forward, and the
troll moved in.
I shoved the unicorn horn back in my pocket—no
use wasting the energy on creatures we could take care of in other
ways. One of the wolves leaped toward Delilah, and she engaged it,
tumbling into the snow, grappling it with her front paws. The wolf
snarled, its long teeth flashing dangerously near her throat.
Iris didn’t wait—she sent a wave of frost
forward toward the rest of the wolves. Even though they were used
to the cold, the temperature around us suddenly dropped a good
fifty degrees and the wolves slowed.
Shade whispered a charm, and a veil of smoke
began to drift out of his fingers, aimed at the troll. It caught
several of the wolves in its wake and they yipped, painfully, and
backed away, whining.
The troll began to lumber forward, howling as
the smoke hit him. Sparks flickered against his skin, and I
suddenly recognized the spell. It was far too advanced for my Moon
magic, and Morio had no clue on how to use it. Called Sparking
Smoke, the cloud carried a bevy of painfully hot sparks forward to
engage the enemy.
Smoky moved forward, toward the troll, and the
troll roared to life, swatting him hard with the side of his hand.
Smoky whirled, his trench flying behind him as he lashed out with
both talons and hair, slicing across the troll’s body. The troll
screamed again as blood foamed onto the ground, melting the
snow.
I turned toward Vishana, who had not moved. Her
gaze was fastened on Hyto. But nothing was attacking her at the
moment. Delilah let out a loud yowl as she bit the neck of the
wolf. From my stance, I could see the vague outline of Arial on the
other side, ripping at the wolf’s belly from the astral
realm.
A low growl caught me by surprise, and I turned
to find that one of the wolves had somehow managed to get behind
me. It launched itself at me as I called on the Moon Mother for
strength.
The creature caught me between its paws and I
hit the ground backward, sprawling in the snow and losing my
concentration. Its jaws came snapping toward my face, but before it
could bite, Hyto shouted and it stopped, holding me there. Another
blink of the eye and the wolf went flying to the side, with one
shrill whimper.
I stared up to find Vishana’s hand stretched
out. Grasping it, I let her pull me to my feet. I’d barely
stammered out a thank-you when another wolf came in from the side.
She held out her hand and out of her palm a spear of ice appeared
and sailed through the center of the wolf’s forehead. It dropped
without a sound.
Smoky grunted. He had fully engaged the troll,
leaving long bloody streaks along its belly. Another moment and a
length of his hair rose to encircle the creature’s neck. The troll
grabbed hold of the strands, yanking on them, but he was no match
for an angry dragon, even in human form, and Smoky’s rage seemed to
build as he throttled it dead.
“Got you, you bastard!” Shade’s cry made me
whirl around. He had just caught another wolf on the wing, his
blade deftly slicing its throat. Delilah and Arial had taken down
the last wolf and we turned toward Hyto and Asheré.
Hyto nodded to his snow monkey, and the rogue
monk held out his staff. A wave of pale mist began to emanate from
it, and I found myself backing away and pulling out the horn.
“Poison! I can smell it from here. Poison gas!”
I held up the horn and called on the Master of Winds.
Master of Winds, heed my
call. Bring the winds to save us now!
As I thrust the horn into the air, a gale sprang
up and raced through my body, sending me to my knees. Still I held
steady, even though Delilah and Iris went tumbling to the ground.
They rolled to the side, though Shade, Vishana, and Smoky managed
to keep on their feet.
The winds howled forth from the horn, raging
along the crest of the hill toward Hyto and the monk. It caught the
cloud of poison in its wake and dispersed it, pushing it back. Hyto
just laughed, but Asheré looked to be in trouble as the gas
backfired on him, swelling around him. He dropped the staff and
clutched at his throat. Hyto stared at him, not moving to help
him.
Asheré reached a hand toward his master, but
Hyto just let out a snort.
“Weakling. You fool, you never thought of this
potential consequence and so you pay the price.” He kicked the
gasping monk out of the way with a single swift foot to the stomach
and headed toward us, his robes fluttering against the snow. “The
poison won’t work on me, girl. I advise you to spare your sister
and that pint-sized sprite by sending them away. Now.”
My stomach lurched. He was right. They were no
match for Hyto. Even with Smoky, Vishana, and Shade, Delilah and
Iris weren’t equipped to take him on. I turned to them.
“He’s right. Get out of the way. Now.”
“We aren’t leaving you.” Iris held firmly to her
wand.
“This isn’t a question of loyalty. It’s a
question of self-preservation. Move, now. And if things go wrong,
run as hard as you can and hope to hell you can reach the barrow
before Hyto does.” Pale as night, I turned away.
Delilah took Iris’s hand. I could feel her
watching me but didn’t turn around. “Come on, Iris. Let’s move back
a little. She’s right.”
Hyto stopped about twenty yards from us, and
there was a sudden shifting as he began to transform. Out of a
cloud of mist and snow, a white dragon—twice as large as Smoky—rose
up before us. He looked like Smoky, only his skin was more white
than opalescent, and his horns were far longer; the mane on his
back whipped back and forth. He crouched on all fours, staring at
us, and split the air with a violent chuckle.
Terror struck me through and I stood rooted to
the ground. I’d thought Smoky huge when he was in dragon form, but
now I realized he was still young—he wasn’t nearly the stature of
his father.
Holy crap. This wasn’t going to end well. I
could feel it in my bones.
Vishana turned to me. “Back away. Now. Let us
have room.”
I realized she and Smoky were getting ready to
change. Shade grabbed my hand and moved to drag me out of the way,
but before he could, there was a rustle in the woods behind us. I
heard Delilah let out a long cry. Iris, too.
Turning, I saw someone rushing forward. Someone
I recognized.
Oh, no. Please, no. Please,
don’t let this happen.
There, in full battle armor, with sword held
high, raced Georgio. St. George, come to battle the dragon. He
stared up at Hyto, his eyes wide with wonder and anger.
“You will not pass, serpent! You will not pass!
Leave the winsome Lady Camille alone.”
“No! Shade, help him.” I pushed Shade away from
me and simultaneously yanked the unicorn horn out of my pocket,
aiming it at Hyto. The winds had not worked, but he was on the
ground now.
Hyto was eyeing St. George with the look of a
kid eyeing a Popsicle. His long neck coiled and—
Lady of the Land, take him
down!
There was a roar as the ground began to shake
and the snow fell from the branches of the trees to land with a
plop on the ground. A low rumble filled the area as an earthquake
echoed through the valley. The ground shifted in tortuous bends,
like the waves off the ocean whipped up by a gale.
Below us, on the slope, I could hear the roar of
an avalanche, and I prayed no one else had been coming up the
mountain. Hyto shifted from side to side, dancing as nimbly as a
dragon could dance, to keep his balance as the ground rocked back
and forth.
Shade raced forward, grabbing Georgio before he
could take on the dragon of his dreams, and practically flew with
him to where Delilah and Iris waited. I glanced back, making sure
that Georgio was safe. He seemed to have fainted, which was
probably for the best. The last thing we needed was his
interference.
I turned back to find Smoky and Vishana holding
hands. Then mother nodded to son and they began to transform. As I
scrambled out of the way—I knew better than to be in the way of
three angry dragons—they rose up.
Vishana was as large as Hyto—even larger. But
her skin shimmered with silver and her eyes were steely and hard.
She flattened several trees and bushes as she backed up to get her
bearings.
Smoky was smaller than both, by far, but when I
saw him from this vantage point, it seemed incredible that I’d ever
been astride his back.
Hyto dipped and coiled, his neck winding as he
rolled his head back, and then a hailstorm came roiling by,
chilling the air and dropping the temperature further still. The
pellets of ice spread out over the area, catching Smoky and his
mother and moving beyond in my direction. Before I could cloak up,
the stinging ice bullets began to lodge into my skin and I gritted
my teeth, turning away so that they hit against my back. The cloak
of the Black Beast absorbed much of their impact, but the reverb
was like being hit over and over by thumbnail-sized BBs.
Vishana let out a low roar as she sprang into
the sky, followed by Smoky. They circled overhead, and I had the
distinct feeling they were challenging Hyto. He gave one long look
in my direction, then joined them. As I watched, they spiraled in a
circle.
And then came the flames, belching from Smoky’s
stomach, to scorch along Hyto’s side. Hyto raised his head and let
out a terrible shriek as the blast blackened the skin. I could hear
Smoky’s laughter from where I cowered, waiting.
Hyto whipped around, his tail slamming against
Smoky, sending my love reeling back head over heels through the
air. I gasped as he fell, through the sky, plummeting down toward
the ground. But shortly before he reached the tops of the tallest
firs, he pulled up short and went shooting back toward the pair of
circling dragons.
Vishana charged forward, aiming directly for
Hyto, her neck waving from one side to the other. As Hyto swung to
meet her, she skidded in the air, whirling around, so that her tail
whipped into his face. Knocked back, Hyto went spinning. He caught
himself and turned in time to catch her before she could rake his
side with her claws. She managed to catch one of his wings, and I
saw a smear of red against the white, droplets raining down like
snowflakes.
Smoky joined the fray, another belch of fire
scorching Hyto’s other side. Hyto returned fire and Smoky dodged
the first ball of exploding flames, but the second caught him by
surprise and he careened away.
The next moment, Vishana swooped over the top of
Hyto, her claws trailing down and catching him along his back. He
screamed, his call sending another avalanche down the slope of the
mountain.
“Fuck!”
Delilah’s scream caught my attention and I
whirled. She was fighting Asheré, who had apparently recovered
enough to grab his staff and make his way over to them. They were
fighting hand-to-hand, and for a wounded monk, he was doing pretty
good. Shade launched himself out of the bushes, but before he could
reach them, Delilah raised Lysanthra and brought it whistling down
on the rogue monk. It pierced his shoulder and drove through the
bone—I could hear the splintering from where I stood.
Asheré shouted, grabbing his arm, and Iris took
that moment to whisper some charm. As we watched, the monk began to
shift, and I realized he was turning inside out—Iris had her powers
back, all right. As his flesh split, his organs spilling to the
ground, I stared at her, and she grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. A
gruesome high-five before collapsing with obvious exhaustion. But
it was a high-five, nonetheless, because we no longer had our mad
monk to cope with.
I turned back to watch the fireworks going on in
the sky. Hyto had taken a couple of direct hits and dove into a
cloud bank. Where was he? Could Smoky and Vishana have dispatched
him? But then I heard something behind me, and a shadow fell across
me from the back. Frowning, I turned. There, barreling down out of
the clouds, talons out, was Hyto, dive-bombing me.
“Motherfucking pus-bucket!” First came the
anger. When would the fucking creep leave me alone? But then fear
settled over the fury and I began to run, slogging through the
snow. I could hear Delilah and Iris screaming, and from the side, I
saw Shade heading my way.
Vishana and Smoky had flown a wide circle,
searching for him, and only now were winging back, combing the
thick blanket of clouds into which Hyto had vanished. I could tell
by the way they were circling.
“Going somewhere?” The rough voice echoed with
laughter as Hyto’s talons came sweeping down to close around my
waist. I screamed again, shrilly as I could to catch Smoky’s
attention, and struggled, pushing against the talons grasping me
tight.
Hyto let out a loud bellow. “This time, you
won’t get away. And this time, my pretty little bitch, you’re going
to die. Slowly, painfully, one limb at a time.”
As he launched us off the ground, I stopped
trying to get him to let go. We were in the air, sailing up above
the ground. As I looked down, Shade stood there, looking helpless.
He’d just reached where I’d been. Delilah and Iris were struggling
forward and Asheré was a bloody blot on the ground.
I held on for dear life, clutching Hyto’s leg,
wondering what the fuck was going to happen now. If Smoky or
Vishana attacked us, Hyto could easily cut me in half. But even as
I tried to figure out a way out of this mess, I noticed that Shade
had vanished. I knew he couldn’t transform into his dragon shape
during the day, but he’d gone into the shadows. Maybe there was
something he could do from there to help.
“Are you ready for me, wench? I told you,
you belong to me. That collar around your
neck proves it. And now you’re my means to an end. I know my son.
And I know my wife.” Hyto’s voice rumbled down to me, and we
spiraled higher into the sky as the snow began to fall in
earnest.