Mating the Dragon (Dragon Ruins Book 6) (8 page)

Gretchen seemed almost relieved to have it out in the open. “It’s true,” she said quietly. “Jayrian is a dragon.”

Now everyone stared at Gretchen. Her parents looked worried. Aunt Mary folded her arms and watched in amusement.

“It must be drugs,” Gretchen’s father said, sounding far more concerned this time.

“He didn’t look like a dragon to me,” her mum said flatly.

“There was something about his eyes.” Aunt Mary’s voice was thoughtful. “And the dogs reacted very strangely to him, I thought it was weird at the time.”

Gretchen’s parents stared at Aunt Mary, and she shrugged. “What?”

“You’re not a little bit concerned.” Gretchen’s mother demanded.

“I’m trying to be supportive.” Aunt Mary insisted.

“It’s true,” Gretchen said quietly. “You have to believe me.”

Her mother looked at her for a moment, looked at her father, then walked across the room and pulled Gretchen into a hug. “If you say it’s true, honey, then of course we believe you. What can we do to help?”

Karla was pretty sure that they didn’t, actually, believe her. But right now, she’d take a pretence at believing.

Gretchen returned her mum’s hug, then pulled back and looked at both of her parents. “We need you to bring your gun, Dad.”

The only sign of surprise her father gave was a slight widening of his eyes. “My gun?”

Karla stepped in. “Yes. Dragons are afraid of guns. It seems to be one of the few things they fear, human weapons. It would be better if we had more, but even one could make a major difference.”

“You’re serious,” Aunt Mary said slowly. She looked over at Gretchen’s mum. “She’s serious,” she repeated.

Her mother looked concerned. She looked at Gretchen and Karla. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.”

Karla looked at her watch. It was nearing midday already, but much as she wanted to get back to Taurian as quickly as possible, Chase had said it would take him a few hours to organise everything anyway. So, starting with the day Jayrian walked into her dad’s rock and gem store, she told Gretchen’s parents the whole story, with Gretchen interjecting her parts as well.

Gretchen’s parents and Aunt Mary listened, with wide eyes. Their expressions started out incredulous, and gradually moved to fascinated, and as Karla described Ultrima’s arrival, and the subsequent events, turned to angry.

“So this dragon is just going to kill everyone because Taurian’s sister refused to marry him?” Aunt Mary asked. “Sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale to me.”

This time though, her tone wasn’t disbelieving or scornful. It was, in fact, a little wistful.

“If we don’t do something, it’s not going to have a fairy tale ending,” Karla warned.

“I’ll get my gun,” Gretchen’s father said, his voice determined.

“I’ll get some food,” Gretchen’s mother offered. “No use heading into battle on an empty stomach. And I’m betting none of you had anything to eat since this morning, did you?”

Karla wanted to insist that the last thing she felt like right now was eating, but she didn’t want to upset Gretchen’s mum. It was kind of her to offer. Besides, the other’s might feel like eating, even if she didn’t.

A memory came, unbidden, of Taurian sitting in the café, eating chips as though Edtrima hadn’t been sitting just a few tables away. Throughout all of this, he’d been so certain he would win—somehow. Even when it seemed impossible.

He hadn’t let anything get him down, even when he’d thought she was walking out on him. Even when he had to have known it might be the last time he’d ever see her. Even when he was facing down the possible annihilation of his entire clan. 

Her eyes filled with unexpected tears, and she turned away, trying to hide them.

Gretchen’s mum though, was observant. She put her arms around Karla and gave her a big hug. “Poor, love. You must have had quite a week. Have a good cry, I guarantee you’ll feel better.”

Karla didn’t have much choice in the matter. The sobs broke through all the walls she had built up, and cascaded all over everything. 

It had been a long, long time since she’d had a motherly hug, and even though no one could ever replace her own mother, right now, even the illusion was enough to let her emotions out.

And Gretchen’s mum was right, she did feel a lot better when she pulled back and wiped her eyes. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Gretchen’s mum said stoutly. “We all need a shoulder to cry on sometimes. Now though, we’d better get that food together.”

Karla, Gretchen and Aunt Mary helped her pack and they were done by the time Gretchen’s father returned with his gun. He was looking thoughtful. “How many of those dragons did you say there were?”

“Twelve,” Karla said. “Thirteen if you count Ultrima.”

“One gun isn’t going to do much against them,” Jake said.

“We do have some other options,” Karla said quickly, half afraid he was going to back out. 

His frown didn’t look afraid, though. “I have a couple of mates, maybe they’ll give us a hand.”

“That would be wonderful,” Karla said.

“I’ll just go make a couple of calls,” Jake said, and disappeared out of the room.

“This is going to be some adventure,” Aunt Mary said wistfully.

There was silence in the room. Gretchen looked at her for a moment. 

Karla didn’t say anything. Whatever the issues over Christmas had been, it was up to Gretchen to decide if she wanted to forgive her aunt or not. 

“Do you want to come?” Gretchen asked.

“I’d love to,” Mary said immediately. “Though I’m not sure I can do much to help. So these dragons breathe fire, you said?”

“Taurian and Jayrian throw fire,” Gretchen corrected. “The Trima dragons throw lightning.” She gave a shudder.

Karla had been trying to ignore that. The one flaw in her plan was the fact that they had no way to protect themselves against the Trima dragon’s lightning power. If they could get a bolt off before they started shooting, then this could all fall apart.

“How about gum boots?” Aunt Mary asked.

Karla and Gretchen stared at her. “Gum boots?” Karla repeated. She’d heard that rubber soled shoes could help protect against electricity, but surely not lightning.

“Yes, gumboots,” Aunt Mary said impatiently. “Rubber boots help insulate you against the electricity, because there’s no path to the ground. I read about them saving a lady who was hit by lightning in the UK. She was completely unharmed.”

“Really?” Karla said doubtfully. It seemed like a long shot. “Maybe that would work against a small shock, but the lightning these dragons are throwing is pretty powerful.”

“As powerful as actual lightning?” Aunt Mary asked. “There are lots of stories of people surviving against incredible odds. I think it’s worth a try. It can’t hurt, can it?”

Karla shrugged. “I suppose it can’t.” 

Really, she had no idea how dragon lightning worked. Did it work like the lightning in a storm? Was it the same sort of power? She knew nothing about it.

“I wonder if it would be attracted to a lightning rod?” Aunt Mary said thoughtfully.

“We’re going to be in the middle of the outback. There’s no lightning rods,” Karla pointed out. 

Aunt Mary looked thoughtful. “How about the cars? If we attached something to them, maybe we could deflect at least some of the lighting.”

Karla was pretty sure that a single rod wouldn’t make any difference to the dragon’s lightning, but it did give her an idea.

She pulled out her phone, and dialled Chase’s number.

As Taurian had predicted, Ultrima was more than happy to join them in the mating games. Taurian lined up next to him, and three other dragons, keeping his eye on the line scratched in the sand on the other side of the clearing. 

He had to win this. 

And not just for his own satisfaction. If he could win at least some of the games, it would give his clan heart. And it just might embarrass the Trima clan enough to make them leave.

Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.

Taurian bit back a sigh. He refused to let himself think about the fact that he could see no way out of this situation alive. That wouldn’t help him win.

“Prepare yourselves,” Mesrian called out.

Taurian crouched low. The first leg of the race would be slow, on his human legs, but time here was just as important as in the next stage. Every little bit counted.

“Go!” Mesrian shouted.

Taurian took off, straining to run as fast as he could. He focused on the finish line, not allowing himself to look to either side to see how his competitors were doing.

It was hard to miss though, as Ultrima pulled in front of him. First just a little bit, but by the time they hit the line scratched in the sand, he was a full dragon length in front of Taurian.

But Ultrima hadn’t even finished removing his clothes, deliberately carefully, before Taurian crossed the line.

Taurian tore his clothes off, not caring if they were damaged, and leapt into the sky just a wing beat behind Ultrima.

He could hear his clan cheering him on as he flew back towards the lair. His breath burned in his lungs, but he didn’t allow himself to slow. He needed to beat Ultrima.

He had to.

Unfortunately, need was not enough. He could match the other dragon’s speed, but not exceed it. He crossed the finish line only a wing span behind the lightning dragon, but the distance was irrelevant. He’d lost.

Taurian’s clan was silent, their faces drawn and worried.

The Trima dragons cheered their leader, and booed at Taurian.

He ignored them. They weren’t worth his time. 

“What is the next game?” he growled to Mesrian. Hopefully the elder had the sense to pick something he could win.

Whatever that was.

“The first to bring back a meal for tonight’s feast will be celebrated by all,” Mesrian announced.

Good. The Trima dragons were out of their territory, they didn’t know this area, or where to find game at all.

Then again, neither did Taurian.

Not that he was going to let that stop him.

He waited, impatiently, shifting from one foot to another, while Mesrian called for entrants.

“After I exterminate your clan, I think I might keep your mate for myself.”
Ultrima’s voice in Taurian’s head was a slow, lazy drawl. The lightning dragon grinned at Taurian, showing all his teeth.

Taurian felt an overwhelming urge to throw himself on the other dragon, his teeth aiming for his throat. It was a struggle to hold himself back, but he managed. He was trying to
avoid
a fight. Much as it stung. 

The sensible thing to do would be to ignore the other dragon. Ultrima’s mind message had been heard by Taurian only, responding would make no difference to the rest of the clan. But his pride refused to let it go. 

“If that is the only way you can convince a mate to actually accept you…” 

He let the thought sentence hang, pleased when he saw a flash of anger on the other dragon’s face. So Ultrima wasn’t quite as cool, calm, and collected as he always seemed. He could use that.

Somehow.

“We have four entrants,” Mesrian announced loudly.

Taurian took a good look at the clan mates who had chosen to step forwards. He would be sure they were rewarded later. Going up against Ultrima was intimidating, even in the non-contact games. But if no one stepped forwards, then the fact that these games were a sham, nothing more than a way to pass the time while Taurian tried to think up a way to defeat Ultrima, would be obvious.

“The rules are simple,” Mesrian continued. “The first one back with game wins. All food from all entrants will be prepared for the mating feast tonight, so in a way, we all win.”

Sitting back on his haunches, Taurian waited for her to say the word. His eyes were on a strip of land to the south. The hunters had found game there last night for the feast. There could be more.

“Go.”

Taurian launched himself into the air and flew swiftly towards the trees. He skimmed over the area, his sharp eyes searching. His heart beat loudly in his ears and he was tempted to turn around, to see which direction Ultrima had gone and what he was doing.

But that would just distract him. He needed to focus on finding game. As soon as possible.

There. Movement below him. Taurian circled around, careful not to let his shadow pass over the area below.

A couple of crows fought over a dead lizard’s carcass. 

Taurian hesitated. Crows were, technically, game. But they would not make much of a mating feast. He needed something more. 

He flew on, covering quite a distance with his deep strokes. But the further out he found game, the further he would have to carry it. He circled to the west, intending to circle around slowly. 

In the distance, he saw another dragon, his gaze intent on the ground below him.

Taurian turned back to his own area, trying to quell the panic welling. What if he lost again? He was pretty sure his clan mates would make sure not to beat him back, but he couldn’t say the same of Ultrima. The Trima dragon would beat him if it was at all possible.

He should have just taken the crow. He would be half way back to his lair if he had.