The Dragon Lords by C J Hill

Author:C J Hill [Hill, C J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rally Point Press
Published: 2018-01-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

A week passed. Dirk still hadn’t heard from Tori. Perhaps she hadn’t been able to write down the site and password the first time he’d given it to her. The next time he was with Vesta, he repeated the information.

Another week passed, and still no word. Maybe Tori hadn’t answered because she was investigating the site to make sure communications between them were actually untraceable. Could her silence mean she’d decided not to have anything to do with him? No, that didn’t seem like her. She was too intent on persuading him to come back to the Slayers to give up their conversations.

While he was out with Vesta, he told Tori to post something on the old site, so that he knew she was okay. Gaining access to Vesta wasn’t hard. Dirk worked with the dragons every day after he finished schoolwork. Some kids had to practice the piano, Dirk had to train two-and-a-half-month-old fledglings, taming them enough that they would retain orders even when their dragon lord wasn’t close by. Eventually Aaron would take over some of the training, but not until Dirk had broken in Vesta and Jupiter.

Tori didn’t post anything on the old site.

Was she mad at him? She might have found out about Aaron’s disappearance and blamed him for that.

The next day, Dirk tucked his phone in his pocket and made his way to Vesta’s enclosure. He walked across the room’s cement floor, ignoring the scent of dragon dung mixed with disinfectant. The older dragons were trained to relieve themselves in the same area so Dirk or his father could subdue the dragons and the vets could clean up the place, but the fledglings seemed to enjoy making messes in as many places as they could.

Dirk stepped around a pile and breathed through his mouth. How did the dragons stand the smell?

Vesta turned to him, hissing and raising her wings in defiance. Her golden eyes glared at him and she bared a row of sword-like teeth. Pointless dramatics.

His father would have punished her by sending pain impulses through her body. Dirk didn’t. Eventually Vesta would understand her opposition was futile. His method took longer, but the dragons hated him less during the process, so the extra time was worth it.

She shot a warning stream of fire that was too far away to reach him. Putting on a show. Which meant she was finally getting old enough—smart enough—to recognize that he wasn’t prey. He was a dragon lord, someone to reckon with. Before long, she would realize that fighting against him was useless.

He slipped into her mind, today imagining her control center as a game console remote that he could pick up at will. His father liked to picture the dragon’s control centers as beating hearts that he could grip and squeeze the life out of if he needed. Gaming remotes seemed less violent.

Come on, Vesta. Time to fly.

Her resistance evaporated as soon as she understood he was taking her outside. She was as happy as a dog going for a walk.

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