Deadly Intentions (Blood Feud - Volume 2) by David Temrick Read Free Book Online Page B

his
great-grandmother; long serpent-like creatures with a long fin and
wings that spread along their entire body. After a few hours of no
progress, Tristan used his mind to call his grandfather, hoping
that at least seeing another dragon would help drive home the
lesson.
    You called. Draconis replied.
    Would you like to meet your
great-grandson? Tristan replied with humor.
    Of course! He answered eagerly to the
Princes amusement. Mind if I bring a friend? He asked
playfully.
    No sooner had Tristan answered in the
affirmative when two obscenely large dragons landed in the same
courtyard, much to Jonathan’s amusement. The young Prince clapped
at their arrival as Tristan slowly got up, drinking in the sight
before him. The familiar silver dragon of his grandfather stood
there, staring down at them with a crooked smile.
    Hello my sons. He sent them both.
    Tristan could feel Jonathans’ excitement in
his mind, so he reached down and lifted his son up. Holding him on
his hip, he looked back up at the second dragon. Its scales
practically glowed red in the sunlight with a faint orange sheen.
It was muscular, just as Draconis was, and although this dragon
must have been quite young, he sensed a great well of power inside
of it. Tristan also sensed the same youthful and mischievous
enthusiasm that his son possessed.
    The Prince tentatively reached out with his
mind, trying to greet the large red dragon. Its enormous talons
flexed, pawing the ground slightly while looking deeply into
Tristan’s eyes. It snorted black smoke as it lowered its head to
get a closer look at the Prince and his young son. Tristan reached
out slowly and placed his hand along the outside of its snout. The
dragon was hot to the touch, not so much so that it burnt his hand,
but it was definitely the warmest dragon he’d even laid hands on.
Jonathan reached up and patted its nose, causing it to coo softly
in reply as Tristan chuckled.
    He reached out with his mind, touching the
surface of the reds. Tristan didn’t know quite how, but he knew
this dragon, as though he’d seen her in a dream or something of the
kind. Then it came to him like a bolt of lightning; Bethia? He asked.
    The red dragon snorted as she reared her head
and roared to Jonathan’s delight.
    Lesariu was right. Draconis observed. You are getting good at this surprise thing. He joked.
    Tristan shielded his sons’ eyes as Draconis
disappeared in a flash of light. The Prince took his hand away as
Drake stepped forward in his customary silver robe. He held out his
arms as Tristan passed him his great-grandson. Tristan looked from
his grandfather and then towards the red dragon questioningly.
    “She can’t assume human form yet.” Drake
explained.
    “And she can’t communicate telepathically
with me?” Tristan asked.
    “Not yet. I’m still teaching her.” He
explained, handing a toy carving of a large red dragon to
Jonathan.
    “Where did you find her?” Tristan persisted,
while continuing to stroke her nose.
    “There’s a small group of islands to the far
west. They’ll little more than magma made hard from under water
eruptions, but there’s enough build-up for her to have built
herself a cave to hide in.” Drake answered.
    “You’re leaving something out.” Tristan
accused.
    Drake looked up from Jonathan, casting his
grandson with a warning glare. “Not here. I’ll tell you everything
of course. But first I want to play with my great grandson.” He
added lightly.
    Drake turned and looked at the red dragon as
Tristan attempted to eavesdrop on what he told her. Ish veitil
basch. Drake sent. The large red dragon leaped into the air and
with three powerful thrusts of her wings, she was gone. Drake
turned a looked hard at Tristan and sent him. You’ll learn
draconic in time my boy. He chuckled as he playfully tossed
Jonathan into the air, causing the boy to giggle.
     
    The temperature during the day was beginning
to be noticeably warmer and Tristan was sure it was getting