Draykon by Charlotte E. English

Author:Charlotte E. English
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: sorcery, sci fi, high fantasy, fantasy mystery, fantasy adventure books
Publisher: Charlotte E. English

Llandry was up early the next day in spite of her poor night's sleep. She waited until her mother had left the house on some errand, then she went to find Devary.

'I should go with you,' she said without preamble.

He looked at her quizzically. 'Why is that?'

She straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin. 'Because I know more about the stone than anyone else. If you're taking it to be studied, I should be there.'

'Your mother wouldn't like that, I think. You could give me all the information that you have, and I'll pass it to the university at Draetre.'

'That's not the same.'

He lifted his brows. 'Oh?'

'I want to go. It's my fault that most of this has happened. I should have left those gems where I found them.'

'You couldn't have known what would happen, Llandry. It doesn't mean you should endanger yourself again trying to resolve it.'

'Didn't you say there was no particular danger?'

He sighed helplessly. 'Yes, but - that applies to me. Not necessarily to you.'

'I can't take care of myself?'

He looked gravely at her. 'In many ways, yes. If your life is endangered, I fear not.'

Llandry sat down, subdued. Devary may be unfailingly courteous, but he had a firm will too.

Either that, or he was far too afraid of her mother to risk her disapproval.

'Please take me along,' she said.

'We will ask your mother's opinion.'

Llandry turned on him a look of contempt. 'That,' she said flatly, 'is a cop-out. You know she won't hear of it.'

'With good reason.'

'I am a grown woman!' she hissed, horribly aware that she sounded anything but adult as she said it. 'My mother does not make my decisions for me.'

Devary was unmoved. 'I cannot agree to something that will worry your mother.'

Definitely afraid of Ynara. Not that Llandry could blame him, not entirely.

'What's the trouble?' Ynara herself appeared behind Devary, carrying Sigwide. She handed the bundle of fur over to Llandry, pecking her on the cheek in the process.

'I'm going with Devary to Draetre, Mamma,' Llandry said firmly, accepting a kiss from Sigwide too.

'Oh?' Ynara raised her brows at Devary, who lifted his hands.

'Her idea,' he said. 'I have not agreed to anything.'

'I don't need you to agree,' Llandry said coolly.

'But, love, your arm...'

'It's healed.' She backed away but Ynara bore down on her, peeling back her sleeve. The flesh beneath was still ruptured, but shiny new skin was rapidly forming over the wounds.

'It's healed enough,' Llandry amended. 'I'm fit to go, Ma.'

'It is dangerous, love,' Ynara said gravely. 'Remember, we still don't know who is responsible for all of this, nor where they might be.'

'Now that the cave has been discovered - and emptied - I am no longer a target. You said yourself that the attempts to contact me stopped some days ago. I'm not afraid.'

'I think you should be.' Ynara's tone was swiftly developing that note of steel that meant she did not mean to be overruled. 'Why is it so important to you, love? Devary will take care of it.

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