Dreaming of Dragons by T. A. Chase

Author:T. A. Chase [Chase, T. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Fantasy, LGBT Fantasy Paranormal
ISBN: 9781596329188
Publisher: Loose ID
Published: 2009-05-26T07:00:00+00:00

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T. A. Chase

Fine with him. He could talk about silly things all night. He leaned over to

whisper in Ailill‟s ear while pointing at one of the blue-haired nymphs across the table.

“Would you be willing to meet me at the old gazebo later tonight?”

Ailill laughed like Mordred had told him the funniest joke. “Yes.”

“Marvelous.”

Mordred sat back to finish dinner. He wondered what George was doing. Time in

the Realm and the mortal world worked differently. He didn‟t want to bother George if

he was in a meeting or fighting a dragon.

Standing, Gaia pronounced dinner done and the ballroom ready for dancing.

Mordred stood, dropping his napkin next to Ailill‟s chair. As he bent to pick it up, he

murmured to the dark-haired elf, “I‟ll meet you at the gazebo at one.”

Ailill nodded, smiling at something his dinner partner said, but Mordred knew

the elf had heard him. Glancing down the room, he saw Aiden in a heated conversation

with Morgana. Mordred strolled slowly toward them. He knew he should be trying to

listen in on their discussion. Morgana‟s cold, dark eyes met his and he shivered. He‟d

never liked the crazy witch. She had a vindictive streak a mile wide. Look what she‟d

done to Arthur.

Aiden ended the conversation with a sharp shake of his head before moving

toward him. Mordred slipped his hand through Aiden‟s arm and smiled down at the

man. Aiden vibrated with anger.

“Sorry about not being able to eat dinner with you, love, but when the goddess

demands, we subjects must obey.” Which wasn‟t entirely true. Mordred had disobeyed

Gaia more times than he could count and lived to tell about it.

“I understand.” Aiden‟s words were clipped.

“Hmm…what did Beowulf‟s slutty girlfriend say to make you so angry?”

Mordred rubbed his free hand over Aiden‟s arm.

“Nothing important.”

Mordred would let it go for now. Biding his time ensured resentment built in the

enemy‟s camp, and then he could weasel his way in to destroy them from the inside. He

chuckled to himself. That sounded dramatic.

“Are you interested in dancing or mingling with them?” Mordred tilted his head

at the throng of bodies heading to the ballroom.

Aiden shook his head.

“Good. I‟m not, either. I‟m going to call it a night. Being all happy has tired me

out.” He sighed. He didn‟t want to, but he did it. “Would you like to come back to my

suite for a drink?”

“I‟m not feeling in the mood actually.”

Aiden‟s refusal rushed through Mordred, overwhelming him with relief. He

didn‟t really want to continue to flirt with the strange man. He wanted to curl up in his

bed, hold George‟s pillow and pretend the knight was with him.

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