Book 1: Treoir Dragon Chronicles of the Belador World, Book 1 by Dianna Love

Author:Dianna Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dragons, Immortals, urban fantasy, Beladors, witches, magical realism, supernatural suspense
Publisher: Silver Hawk Press LLC
Published: 2020-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Casidhe cupped her hands on the table, trying to calm her nerves. This had not been the comforting family reunion she’d envisioned.

Herrick motioned to one of the servants who came quickly.

“Yes, sire.”

“Bring the seer.”

Five minutes passed in stilted silence before a statuesque woman an inch taller than Casidhe with black hair so dark it shimmered blue, walked in wearing a gray robe that moved sluggishly as if sewn of wool. The searing lavender eyes stood out against the nut-brown color skin on her smooth face, which showed no sign of aging for a woman in her fifties.

She wore three strands of silver chains in different lengths. A charoite stone with swirls of deep purple that seemed to move hung from the shortest chain close to her neck.

She went straight to Herrick, never wasting a look at Casidhe. “What do you require of me?”

Herrick said, “You know Casidhe.”

The seer nodded. “I heard she had returned.” Now turning to Casidhe with a forced smile, she said, “’Tis good to see you again.” Then her gaze roamed to the sword and sheath. She stepped back, her body tense where she’d been relaxed a moment ago.

Casidhe asked, “What’s wrong?

“You have brought Lann an Cheartais with you. That disturbs me.”

Ready for yet another blow to her battered ego, Casidhe’s question came out with an edge. “Why?”

Herrick intervened. “She does not criticize you, Casidhe.”

Sure as hell sounded like criticism to her. Casidhe waited for more. She’d done her duty and would not apologize when no one was providing more information.

Herrick stated to the seer, “I need your sight so we can understand what is goin’ on. An unknown bein’ came to the archival centre. Neither Casidhe nor Fenella know who it was, though he did ask about the Treoirs. I must know if this has anythin’ to do with the red dragon.”

Casidhe silently thought, Here we go again. The red dragon Herrick had told her about had been captured and locked away in TÅμr Medb during the Dragani War. Still there, supposedly. She’d feel some sympathy for anyone trapped in a realm, but not the dragon who started the war that ended peace among the dragons and cost Herrick his family.

The seer gave him a pensive look. “Allow me access to the blade.”

Before she was ordered to do so, Casidhe stood and stepped aside so the seer would be able to move as close as she wished.

The woman stepped up until her body bumped the edge of the table. She extended her arm with a wide sleeve covering it and held her hand reverently above the blade. Then she moved her palm facedown above the sheath back and forth horizontally.

On the third swipe across, the blade slid out of the sheath and rested on the table.

Unbelievable. Casidhe narrowed her eyes at the sword. It wouldn’t come out to help her protect herself, but it showed off for the seer?

After standing in that position and not moving for a minute, the seer lowered her fingers to touch the blade.

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