“Brigida? Brigida the Foul?” He nodded. “I thought she was dead.”
Addolgar shook his head and whispered, “She just won’t die.”
“I heard that, boy!” Brigida’s voice rang down the hall, and Addolgar’s pale human face turned paler. Braith did find it disturbing someone that old could hear a whispered comment behind a thick wooden door, but honestly, at the moment, Braith had other issues to deal with.
“Addolgar?”
He looked up at her, tried to smile. “Aye?”
She lifted her hands. “What are these?”
“Chains.”
“Why am I wearing them?”
“To protect you from yourself.” He seemed to calm down, his uncomfortable smile turning bright and cheerful. “See? I’m here to take care of you!”
Braith sighed. “Addolgar the Cheerful . . . you are such an idiot.”
Addolgar walked across the room and sat on his bed. The bed that Braith of the Darkness was currently on. She looked surprisingly cute on his bed, wearing his shirt and his uncle’s chains, and sporting that big lump on her forehead.
“I know you’re angry,” he told her.
“You threw me into a tree.”
“I had to.”
“You had to? And why did you have to do that?”
“Because if I’d stopped to discuss the situation with you instead, Braith, we’d still be there . . . talking. I didn’t have time for that. I didn’t know if your brothers would be coming back to look for you or if I’d be strong enough to fight them.”
“Addolgar, I’m trying to protect you and, unfortunately, now all of your kin.”
“The kin you just slapped around?”
“They’re still breathing, aren’t they? Because, usually, I don’t allow for that last part. I was just trying to leave. Your family decided to keep me here.”
“Because I’m trying to protect you.”
“I don’t need your protection, you git!”
“And I don’t need yours, brat, but here we are!” Addolgar folded his arms across his chest and suddenly realized something. “You’ve made me angry.”
“I’ve been angry for hours now.”
“We’re not talking about you. You’re Braith of the Darkness. I’m Addolgar the Cheerful. I’ve earned this name, and you’re ruining it by being unreasonable.”
“You throw me into a tree—”
“That was for your own good.”
“—have me attacked by your kin—”
“You brought that on yourself.”
“—and leave me alone with Brigida the Foul, of all She-dragons—”
“She got away from us. Normally none of us would have done that. Not even to our worst enemy.”
“—and I’m being unreasonable.”
Addolgar nodded. “See? You do understand.”
Eyes closing, Braith sighed once more, her head dropping into her open hands. “I can’t believe I once thought you were adorable.”
“Really?” Addolgar grinned. “You think I’m adorable?”
That’s when Braith dropped to the bed, using a pillow to cover her face.
“Wait. Does that mean ‘Yes, I think you’re adorable’ or ‘No, I don’t think you’re adorable’?”
When Addolgar pulled that pillow off her, she refused to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see his handsome face. This whole thing was ridiculous. She didn’t understand what she was doing. What he was doing. What anyone was doing!
“Well?” Addolgar asked her.
Braith finally opened her eyes and found Addolgar leaning right over her. “Well what?”
“Do you really think I’m adorable?”
Braith raised her manacled hands, gripping his chain-mail shirt with her fingers. She lifted her body up by pulling herself closer to his face. Then, while trying to rein in her anger, and failing, she snarled, “I am trying to help you!”
“I know,” he said simply. “We’re trying to help each other. Like friends.”
“Friends?”
“Aye. We’re friends now.”
“Are we?”
“Of course we are!” he replied cheerfully—just like his name. “Why wouldn’t we be friends?”
“Because you threw me into a tree?”
“To help you. You keep forgetting that part.”
Unsure what else to do, Braith released her grip on his shirt and dropped back to the bed.
“So are you just going to keep me here? Locked in chains like some human prisoner?” She studied him. “Maybe I should just shift to dragon and be done with all this.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” he told her with what seemed to be an astounding amount of confidence, considering what they’d recently been through. “I know you wouldn’t harm innocent humans, nor destroy my father’s property.”
Damn the bastard, but he was right.
“Look, Braith, once I’m sure you’re not going to do anything incredibly stupid, I’ll release you. And going to the Queen to tell her about your father—incredibly stupid.”
“So is hiding from her.”
“You’re not hiding. You’re trying to fix the problem. We’re trying to fix the problem. And we will.”
“This isn’t your fight, Addolgar.”