How to Drive a Dragon Crazy

“Adienna,” Rhiannon asked, stepping closer. “And she was with your Great Grandfather Ailean and Great Grandmother Shalin?”

“No. She wasn’t there. With them.”

“By the gods, Rhi,” Talaith gasped, her hands covering her mouth.

“You’ve been to the hells,” Briec guessed. “You’ve been to the hells and you met with my grandmother.”

“Not for long.”

Rhiannon stood beside him now. “Long enough for her to tell you that you, your power is evil.”

Briec still held her chin so Rhi lowered her eyes. “She said I was just like her. That I’d be taking her place one day. Everything I’ve read about her says she was a treacherous and purely evil female, so if I’m just like her . . .”

Rhiannon pushed Briec aside and caught hold of his daughter’s chin, gripped it tight. “If you were just like her, my darling girl, I would have killed you at birth. With the same claws that killed her. Trust me when I say you are nothing like her. Nothing. Instead she does to you what she once did to me. She . . . she . . . well, excuse the term, my darling granddaughter, but that bitch f**ks with your head. And you believe her.”

“She seemed nice.”

Éibhear, who’d been silent for most of this, finally said, “Rhi, luv, she was in hell.”

“She said it was a misunderstanding.”

Rhiannon finally laughed as she wrapped her arms around Rhi and held her close. “Trust me . . . there was no misunderstanding with that bitch. She’s where she belongs. And you need to stop thinking the best of everyone. Majority of them don’t deserve it.”

“Then what is it?” Rhi asked, pulling back a bit so she could look her grandmother in the eyes. “Why can’t I control my power?”

“From what I can tell, your power is like the most beautiful and worst of nature itself. You’re the tsunami, you’re the hurricane. Your power can destroy, but it can also create something new.”

“So then I’ll never be able to control it, and I’ll continue to put those I love at risk.”

“Except Mum says she’s got a brilliant idea about that.”

Surprised by Izzy’s sarcastic tone, Briec looked to his mate. Her eyes were wide as she stared at their eldest daughter. “Izzy.”

“Let’s get it out there, Mum. Now. All of it. I mean it’s your idea, might as well stand behind it.”

“What idea?” Briec cut in.

“Tell them, Mum.”

Talaith blew out a breath, closed her eyes. “I thought perhaps. . . we could send Rhi to the Nolwenns for training. Send her to my mother.”

Briec faced Talaith, gazed at her until he finally admitted, “I’d had the same thought.”

“Daddy!”

Her father held his hands up at Izzy’s words. “Before you get upset—”

“Too late! How could you think about sending my sister to that treacherous bitch?”

“Because I think we’ve run out of options.”

Izzy shook her head. “She threw my mother into the street like trash. She was sixteen and alone and with child.”

Rhi stepped away from their grandmother and walked over to Izzy. “But if she hadn’t done that,” she said softly, “I wouldn’t be here.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

“Well, thank you very much, you mean cow!”

“Like you thought that line of bullshit would work on me.”

“Both of you stop it.” Talaith stepped between them. “This isn’t a decision for either of you. Your father and I will make this decision.”

“But—”

“So suck up the pain!” her mother yelled at Izzy.

Growling, Izzy stalked over to the doors and stared out into the courtyard, arms crossed over her chest.

The hall fell silent and stayed that way until a throat-clear from the stairs had everyone turning. Uncle Bram stood there.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“So what do the Irons want, peacemaker?” Bercelak demanded of his sister’s mate.

“Revenge.”

Annwyl threw her hands up. “What did I do now?”

It took Great Uncle Bram a few minutes, but he finally convinced Auntie Annwyl that the Rebel King and his sister weren’t looking for revenge against her but instead against Vateria. And while he did that, Rhi sat with her cousins in three chairs pushed up against the wall and watched her mother and sister. They weren’t speaking. Mum was sitting by Daddy and seething. Izzy standing in the Great Hall doorway, staring out into the courtyard . . . and seething.

Although rare these days, it was never good when Mum and Izzy couldn’t agree on something. This, however, was even worse because this was about Rhi. It wasn’t that she had any great desire to leave her family, but to be honest, if she was going to destroy all around her with a misplaced spell, she’d rather do it to the witch who’d deserted her mum than Rhi’s own family. But trying to explain anything to either her mum or Izzy, when they were both this angry, would be a waste of Rhi’s breath. So she sat and listened to all the high-level politics. Talan was asleep in his chair and Talwyn was busy sharpening her sword, but Rhi was fascinated!

“How dangerous is she?” Grandmum asked Uncle Bram. “Really?”

“In my opinion . . . very.”

“He’s right,” Auntie Annwyl agreed. “I only saw her from the fighting pit, but I remember that I really wanted to kill her. A lot.”