Free Dragon Fae (The World of Fae) by Terry Spear Page A

more aggressive in showing his interest in her. He’d taken issue when another male dragon her age had spoken with her, or when she was dragon, flew too close to her. At first, she thought Alton believed he was serving as her brother when he was not around, who would act in the same manner with her—like a protective older brother might behave.
    Come to think of it, when Alton had gotten overly close, Halloran had never objected.
    Which had her wondering if Halloran and Alton had come to some kind of agreement that Alton wanted Ena for his mate and all other dragons—claws off.
    She had every intention of choosing her own dragon mate among the possible suitors—eleven, to be exact. Not that all eleven of the eligible bachelors had any interest in her. One, she believed was hung up on Aideen, which meant little fire in Irish, but she’d overcome her little fire name once she’d turned five. She did have long black locks that some of the male dragon fae preferred, and more of a wickedly sultry look. Ena looked more pixie-like, even though she wasn’t anything like their kind.
    One of the male dragons was interested in a dragon fae who was not a shifter, of all things. So she scratched him right off her list.
    One shifter wasn’t interested in girls yet. Late bloomer, she believed. But he still had potential. All things considered, she would choose her own prize. Alton might be the one. Or he might not.
    “I hear you killed the one fae seer’s father. Good, I say,” Halloran said, forking up another chunk of pink salmon. “But why did you bring this one back with you?” He pointed his speared salmon at Brett.
    “He might be a fae,” she said simply. Not feeling she owed her brother an explanation, she gave him one anyway, knowing if she hadn’t, he would keep hounding her until she had given him one.
    “Alton is worried for your safety.”
    She glanced at him. Was he? He was eating his meal, avoiding looking at her. He probably didn’t care for his brother’s remark. Dragons didn’t worry about other dragons. They could take care of themselves.
    “He thinks you want to sleep with the human.”
    Ena had just taken another sip of her wine and choked on it.
    Alton glowered at her brother. “I know she has better sense than that.”
    Thank the goddess for that. But she wondered if the two of them had discussed the matter. She would not have put it past them. And that annoyed her all the more.
    “Besides, I’d kill him myself.” Alton gave Brett a heated look that said he would roast him alive if he so much as laid a hand on Ena.
    She had not expected this from her brother or Alton. And she had never considered having anything to do with the human other than keeping him alive and making him earn his keep as they all did. Including Ena herself. She knew she shouldn’t say it, but she was used to saying what was on her mind, and she didn’t like that they were telling her what they would do to her prisoner. If they didn’t like what she had to say, so be it. They had started the war!
    “I hadn’t considered what to do with him. A love slave? Now there is an idea.”
    She thought she heard her butler standing near the serving table groan. He knew she hadn’t been serious—or at least she hoped he knew she hadn’t been.
    Her brother’s faced turned scarlet, however. “The king should never have allowed you to bring this human into your home as your prize. I will give you some of my gold—name your price—to take him off your hands.”
    His comment made her mouth gape. That was a first! He must have been really worried about her. No way would he ever part with his treasures for something like a human prisoner.
    “He is priceless to me,” she said, not willing to sell the prisoner off.
    The problem with doing so, though it could uncomplicate her life to a degree, was that she didn’t want to have to tell Princess Alicia she had sold him to her brother, should the princess ask. Nor did she want to