âHow do you feel about violence against your loved ones?â
I eyed a nearby silver coffee carafe. It looked heavy enough to dent even the densest of dragon skulls. âIâm starting to see the appeal of it.â
âI completely underâoh!â Aisling hunched forward again as Gabriel slid his arm under her legs.
Drake exploded, slamming Gabriel up against the wall, snarling something that sounded vicious, his arm against Gabrielâs windpipe.
Maata and Tipene were instantly at his side but at a gesture from Gabriel backed away.
âDrake, let him down. Itâs just a twinge, nothing more!â Aisling said, waving me toward them. âStop him, May. Although donât hurt him; Iâm rather fond of him as he is, overprotective tendencies and all.â
I tapped Drake politely on the shoulder. âWould you mind letting Gabriel down? I promise I wonât let him hold Aislingâs hand anymore. Or touch her stomach.â
Drake eyed Gabriel for a moment. I have to admit that Gabriel surprised me by not fighting back. Having seen him go at it with Drakeâs black-dragon brother, Kostya, I knew he was not one to remain passive when attacked. But he stayed still, not struggling at all despite the fact that his face was gaining a dull red tint due to lack of oxygen.
âAll right,â Drake said at last, removing his hold on Gabriel. âBut I will hold you responsible for his actions.â
Gabrielâs eyes flashed in warning, but Aisling bursting into laughter defused the situation enough that he could see the ridiculousness of such a comment.
I touched a faintly swollen spot on Gabrielâs neck. âWould you like me to kiss what hurts and make it better?â I asked softly.
Heâd been looking at Aisling, obviously about to make some observation about her health, but at my words a new look of interest filled his eyes. âOnly if I get to pick what needs kissing.â
âI am so glad Jim is not present to hear that, because it would no doubt make all sorts of inappropriate comments that would force me to smack it with a rolled-up magazine, and then weâd be back to Gabriel groping my stomach and Drake having a hissy fit,â Aisling said, helping herself to a glass of orange juice. âPlease do have some breakfast, you two. Without any ribald intent to the following comment, you both look like you could use a little food. Did you tell May about the sárkány yet?â
âThe what?â I asked, distracted when Gabriel, in the act of seating me next to Aisling, trailed his fingers across the back of my bare neck.
â Sárkány . Itâs Hungarian, isnât it, sweetie?â she asked Drake.
â Sárkányok is the term for Hungarian dragons. A sárkány is traditionally a dragon in the form of a multiheaded giant,â he answered.
Gabriel took a seat across the table. âThe term has been adopted to represent a weyr meeting called to discuss issues pertaining to a specific wyvern or sept.â
âAh. Something about the troublesome Kostya? Is he still petitioning to take over your sept?â I wouldnât have been surprised to hear that Kostya had continued his unauthorized war against the silver dragons. His sept had been wiped out by their own wyvern in a tragic attempt to bring the silver dragonsâat one time black dragons, but long since autonomousâback into the fold. âDonât tell me heâs been trying to steal the phylactery again.â
âNo, the phylactery is safe,â Drake answered. He frowned and looked over to Gabriel. âIt is safe?â
âVery,â Gabriel answered, his voice once again rich and velvety smooth.
Drake continued to study him. âYou donât have it with you?â
âI donât believe I said that,â Gabriel said, making a gesture of nonchalance as he buttered a piece of cold toast.
âWhere is it?â
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