3- Treoir Dragon Chronicles of the Belador World by Love Dianna

Author:Love, Dianna [Love, Dianna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-10T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“What are you doing here?” Casidhe whisper-shouted in Daegan’s face. He was angry?

Well, she was furious. He had to leave. Now. She had limited minutes to make the front door of Redmond’s home.

“I am huntin’ for ya,” he ground out. “Why did ya leave?”

“Because I don’t answer to you. Put me down, dammit.”

When he dumped her unceremoniously on her feet, she added, “Now get out of here.”

“No.” With his muscled-up arms crossed and attitude locked in defiant mode, he didn’t budge. “Why are ya here?”

She might as well go with the truth since that could be the only way to get rid of him. “I’m meetin’ someone who might be able to help me find the grimoire.”

His deep frown relaxed. “Good. I arrived just in time.”

“Oh, no. You can’t go in with me and if you hold me up any longer, I’ll miss my only chance to talk to him.”

“Why can I not join ya?”

“This man is a reclusive professor. He specified that I come alone or no meetin’,” she argued, checking her watch. “I need to go. Now!”

“I shall cloak myself.”

“No. He might ... sense you.”

Daegan unfolded his arms. “’Tis a nonhuman?”

“I’m not sure and you’re about to lose our best chance at findin’ a lead on this grimoire.” She crossed her arms. “Make up your mind.”

“Ya want me to trust ya to not run away?”

She fed him irony pudding. “It’s up to you, Daegan. Much like when I had to decide if I would trust Quinn to enter my mind. This should be a simple decision.” She kept her voice calm. “I have less than ninety seconds to make it to that door or he won’t answer. I’ve traveled long hours to be here on time. You’re about to destroy a lead I can’t replace. Do you want that grimoire or not?”

Growling harshly, Daegan waved her past him. “Go. Do not leave here without speakin’ to me.”

She stepped past, slowing long enough to say, “Do not keep orderin’ me around and expectin’ good results.” Hurrying across the open ground, she took care not to step on flower beds along the beautifully groomed lawn stretching from the house to the road. That’s when she saw a freakin’ driveway running from a road to the house on the far side of the yard with ankle-high lights illuminating the paved drive.

Damned old coot.

She should have twenty-eight seconds left when she lifted her fist to knock. Could be more time left. She hoped it was not less.

A woman with snowy hair in spite of appearing no older than fifty opened the door. She wore a pale-orange skirt with a blouse a softer shade of peach. Trim and tidy looking. She couldn’t be a maid, right?

“Miss Luigsech, I presume?”

Breaking out a smile, Casidhe extended her hand. “Yes. Nice to meet you.”

“I am Leelou. Please do not be offended, but I do not touch strangers.” Her soft gray eyes, narrow nose, and narrow lips would fit someone with a French name.

“Oh.” Casidhe pulled her hand back.

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