Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (first ebook reader txt) 📗

“I’m starting to regret my decision to stay,” Eira joked, though she leaned against my chest as Svass snuggled against her face.

“Oh, no, you’re not.” Kas shook her head. “Stop it.”

“No, I’m not,” Eira laughed. “But you all are far more affectionate than I was prepared for.”

“You like it,” Kas teased with a smirk.

“Rath, your necklace!” Asta gasped, and I looked down to see the amulet Preyna gave me was glowing.

“Oh, no.” Kas frowned. “That means Preyna has news.”

“It does.” I nodded. “And she wouldn’t call unless it was important.”

Our group hug came to a sudden end, and Blar quickly opened a portal for all of us.

Preyna was waiting for us, and whatever news she had, I doubted it was good.

Chapter 7

Even though we’d just freed two more dragons, the weight of the glowing amulet against my chest was all I could think about as I stepped through Blar’s portal and into the woods behind Odin’s castle in Asgard.

The girls and I quickly made our way around to the front of the castle and into the council chambers. The two guards didn’t move a muscle as we stormed through the doors, but once we were inside, I was shocked to see there were no councilmembers present.

“Where are they?” Kas asked.

“Preyna has to be here somewhere,” Eira said. “Let’s check her chambers.”

“Good idea.” I nodded and led the girls down the hallway where the council members had their offices.

The door to Preyna’s chambers was slightly ajar, and the beautiful blonde sorceress was inside sitting behind a large wooden desk with her head in her hands.

“Preyna,” I said as I pushed the door open and stepped in.

“Oh, Rath,” she gasped, and she looked up and dropped her amulet so it bounced off her ample breasts before it settled against her. “Thank you for coming so quickly. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

“Not at all.” I shook my head as I walked over and stood in front of the desk. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I have news about the man with the egg.” The blonde council member pursed her lips as she looked at the girls and me seriously.

“What did you find out?” Kas pushed.

“I was able to track where he came from, finally,” she said. “It was just as you suspected.”

“He came from Alfheim?” I asked.

“He did.” Preyna nodded.

“Why would he try to hide that?” Kas asked. “Everyone knows the dragon trade is rampant there.”

“I was wondering the same thing,” Preyna said, and she pursed her lips again.

“Maybe he wasn’t trying to cover it up this specific time,” Eira said.

“Right.” I nodded. “Maybe he’s been covering it up whenever he travels.”

“You mean he’s tricking the Bifrost, or at least, whoever’s running it that day?” Kas asked. “Why would he do that?”

“The Bifrost is well-guarded, and records are kept of where citizens go,” Eira pointed out.

“What are you two saying?” Preyna asked, and her light-brown eyes narrowed on me.

“The man could be a dragon trader,” I said. “The dragon trade could be in Asgard.”

Everyone was quiet for a second as they took in my words, and then Preyna closed her eyes and brought her hand up to her chest.

“I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before,” the blonde sorceress said with a shake of her head. “You’re absolutely right.”

“I guess that would make sense,” Kas agreed. “And if they have magic, they could be disguising the dragons or the eggs just like I do.”

“If that’s true, they could be right in front of us, and we’d never know.” Asta frowned.

“I will be sure to be extremely attentive to spells around me,” Preyna said. “I often can’t feel exactly what they are, but I know when magic is near.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” I told her. “I’ll have Kas and Asta do the same.”

“If he’s dealing dragons in Asgard, he probably has a dealer in Alfheim,” Eira said. “I doubt he’s been going there and stealing dragons on his own.”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “And even if that is the case, there’s no doubt he’d at least know about other dragon dealers in the area, or they’d know about him.”

“Yeah, a small-time dealer like that would definitely catch the attention of the larger groups around.” Eira nodded and then turned to Preyna. “Can you tell where in Alfheim he came from?”

“I’m afraid not.” Preyna shook her head. “I’m quite powerful, but that appears to be beyond my capabilities.”

“What about Ramir?” Asta asked.

“Asta,” Kas hissed, and she nudged the white-haired elf girl.

“Ow,” Asta pouted. “What was that for?”

“Surely, you aren’t suggesting my father is more powerful than the castle sorceress,” Kas said, and she turned to Preyna. “I’m so sorry.”

Kas had the utmost respect for the council members, and I had to stifle a laugh at her chastising Asta for suggesting we go see her father.

“Don’t be,” Preyna chuckled. “If anyone is more powerful than I am, it is probably your father. The man is twice my age with double my experience. He was even offered the job of castle sorcerer before you were born. He declined, of course, something about how he didn’t like to follow orders and we could go fuck ourselves.”

“Yeah, that sounds like my father.” Kas nodded, and then her eyebrows pulled together. “I can’t believe he never told me about that.”

“You probably weren’t even thought of when this happened.” Preyna smiled. “He’s everyone’s favorite grouch. Even Odin has a soft spot for him.”

“So, should we go see Ramir?” Asta asked again.

“I think we should.” I nodded. “He may be able to help us.”

“I’d like to come, if that’s alright with you,” Preyna said, and she stood up from her seat behind the