of her hands, snapping it closed to extinguish the flames a moment later.
“Being able to play with fire doesn’t make you an adult,” Donna said.
“I know. It’s the people who want me dead that make me one.” She regretted the comment the moment she saw her mother’s expression. It had obviously been the wrong thing to say to convince her.
Donna rose to her feet. “We’re leaving. I don’t care where we go. Maybe England.”
Amber laughed, a slightly brittle sound. “You don’t get it, do you? There’s nowhere far enough. Dragons go where they want.” She made a sharp motion with her hand when Donna started to speak again. “I have to get ready.” Striding from the kitchen, she headed for Kade’s room, closing the door and leaning against it. Besides grabbing a jacket to throw on over her vest, there was nothing else she needed to do, other than not have to listen to another argument.
Hearing movement in the hallway outside, she tensed, relaxing when mentally searching the hallway showed her it was Kade. Half opening the door, she leaned against it, staring at him. “How safe is this?”
“Completely safe until it’s over, but Ronan will get you out of there.”
“Are you sure? How do you know that one day he won’t decide that, word or not, he couldn’t be bothered?”
“Because he’d be dead. Everyone now knows that you’re his to protect. If you die and he’s there, he’ll be hunted until he’s dead. It’s our one law we all abide by.”
“Bloody possessive dragons.”
Kade grinned. “We keep what’s ours or die trying.”
“I miss my old life. It was so much simpler.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into all this, but I can’t say I regret having you here with me.”
Amber pushed away from the door, letting it swing completely open. She slid her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. “It’d be much better if someone wasn’t always trying to kill us.”
“We’re dragons. We not only want to keep what’s ours, but we want what’s our neighbour’s too.”
Hearing footsteps, Amber mentally searched and found her mother was headed her way. Stepping back, she dragged Kade into the bedroom with her, closing and locking the door.
“What’s wrong?”
“Mum’s coming this way. I don’t want any more arguments. I just need a bit of peace and quiet before I meet my grandfather.” A man who probably wanted her dead. As well as most of the people she cared about. She still didn’t know what to do about him.
Kade linked his fingers through hers, leading her to the bed where he tugged her down to sit beside him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he drew her close. “I wish I could be there with you, but the rules are two from each party negotiating.”
“What can I expect?”
“It’s a large open circular area about half a kilometre across. Even though you can leave through the Void from it, you can’t enter it from the Void or speak to people in their minds. The paving stones prevent it.”
“What are they made of?”
“Similar to Ronan’s prison, but for some reason they not only prevent calls out, but also within.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. No one does. It could be the stone pillars that surround the place at intervals, but the only ones who’d know are the ones who built it and they all died centuries ago.”
“Does it have a name?”
“Feralenzi. It’s named after the dragon who first suggested we needed a safe place for negotiations between enemies.”
“And the dragons I’m meeting are my enemies?”
“They aren’t your allies.”
“But that doesn’t mean they’re enemies.”
Kade laughed softly.
Amber lightly hit his chest with her open hand. “Oh shut up. Bloody dragons.” Silence filled the room and Amber spent the time before Ronan arrived trying to think about what she could offer in exchange for her grandfather. Nothing came to mind. There was nothing she was willing to part with.
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