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he caught me, pressing me into the wall as he tore the cotte until only my chemise hid my skin from his view.
Even that wasn’t enough. As I clutched the wall, terrified that in his animal frenzy he would tear the flesh from my bones, he jerked down my chemise until my back was exposed.
“Silver!” he snarled, releasing me suddenly. I half collapsed on the stairs, clutching my clothing to my chest, trying to understand what brought on this brainstorm.
“What is silver?” I asked, flinching when he kicked tables and chairs out of his way as he stormed across the room.
“The mark you bear.”
“On my back?” I snatched up the cloak that lay on the ground, wrapping it around myself.
At the sound of wood being smashed, Kostya burst into the room, his sword in hand. “What is it?”
Pavel stood at the top of the stairs, silently watching as his master literally destroyed the meager furnishings in the common room.
Kostya frowned, looking from Pavel, to me, and finally to Baltic. “What’s wrong?”
Baltic swore, profanely and with a fluency that I couldn’t help but admire. He slammed a chair into the wall. It exploded in a thousand little splinters. “Ask her!” he snarled, kicking debris out of the way. The innkeeper had run into the back room the second Baltic had become enraged. He peeked out of the door, quickly hiding when Baltic pulled out his sword and started hacking away at a barrel of ale.
“What have you done?” Kostya asked me, sheathing his sword.
“Nothing. Baltic is upset over a birthmark on my back.”
“That is no birthmark!” Baltic yelled, his face red with fury as he started toward me, his sword still in hand. I backed up, stumbling over a broken chair, wanting nothing more than to get out of the way of the madman. He stalked forward, menace rolling off him, his eyes narrowed and focused on me.
I thought briefly of running, but knew I wouldn’t make it more than two steps before he would be on me.
“I’ve done nothing to anger you,” I said, putting on a brave front.
His lips curled. “You bear the mark of a silver dragon.”
Behind him, Kostya looked shocked.
“Silver, not black! You are the spawn of a traitor, one who has betrayed us! I should kill you where you stand!” He raised the sword until the tip of it was pressed into my throat.
I stood still, confused why he should be so angry with me, but aware that if I showed the least sign of weakness, he would kill me.
“Baltic—” Kostya approached, stopping just short of us. His expression was wary, but I did not see in him the unwholesome fury that was in his master. “She is innocent of wrongdoing.”
“No silver dragon is innocent,” Baltic said in a low growl. Pain pricked my neck as the sword tip pierced my skin. I lifted my chin, keeping my gaze steady on his. “They will either rejoin us, or they will die.”
“But this one knows nothing of our ways. She has not even accepted that she is a dragon,” Kostya argued, gesturing toward me. “What purpose is there in killing her?”
Baltic opened his mouth to answer, but I was through being tolerant.
“His purpose is to bully and frighten,” I said loudly. “He is a coward, nothing more.”
His breath hissed in as he leaned forward. “No man has ever spoken those words to me and lived.”
“I am not a man,” I said, gritting my teeth against the burn of the sword as it slid deeper into my flesh.
“You would be dead if you were,” he snarled, lowering the sword and stepping back.
“You wish to challenge me?” I asked, shoving him hard in the chest.
He looked so surprised by the action, I had to bite back the urge to laugh. Kostya’s mouth dropped open into an O as I took two steps forward until I stood toe-to-toe with Baltic. “I will meet your challenge, warrior, but on my terms.”
An odd look crossed his face. “What terms?”
“No weapons,” I said, lifting my chin. “If you wish to challenge me, I will meet you body to body,
Even that wasn’t enough. As I clutched the wall, terrified that in his animal frenzy he would tear the flesh from my bones, he jerked down my chemise until my back was exposed.
“Silver!” he snarled, releasing me suddenly. I half collapsed on the stairs, clutching my clothing to my chest, trying to understand what brought on this brainstorm.
“What is silver?” I asked, flinching when he kicked tables and chairs out of his way as he stormed across the room.
“The mark you bear.”
“On my back?” I snatched up the cloak that lay on the ground, wrapping it around myself.
At the sound of wood being smashed, Kostya burst into the room, his sword in hand. “What is it?”
Pavel stood at the top of the stairs, silently watching as his master literally destroyed the meager furnishings in the common room.
Kostya frowned, looking from Pavel, to me, and finally to Baltic. “What’s wrong?”
Baltic swore, profanely and with a fluency that I couldn’t help but admire. He slammed a chair into the wall. It exploded in a thousand little splinters. “Ask her!” he snarled, kicking debris out of the way. The innkeeper had run into the back room the second Baltic had become enraged. He peeked out of the door, quickly hiding when Baltic pulled out his sword and started hacking away at a barrel of ale.
“What have you done?” Kostya asked me, sheathing his sword.
“Nothing. Baltic is upset over a birthmark on my back.”
“That is no birthmark!” Baltic yelled, his face red with fury as he started toward me, his sword still in hand. I backed up, stumbling over a broken chair, wanting nothing more than to get out of the way of the madman. He stalked forward, menace rolling off him, his eyes narrowed and focused on me.
I thought briefly of running, but knew I wouldn’t make it more than two steps before he would be on me.
“I’ve done nothing to anger you,” I said, putting on a brave front.
His lips curled. “You bear the mark of a silver dragon.”
Behind him, Kostya looked shocked.
“Silver, not black! You are the spawn of a traitor, one who has betrayed us! I should kill you where you stand!” He raised the sword until the tip of it was pressed into my throat.
I stood still, confused why he should be so angry with me, but aware that if I showed the least sign of weakness, he would kill me.
“Baltic—” Kostya approached, stopping just short of us. His expression was wary, but I did not see in him the unwholesome fury that was in his master. “She is innocent of wrongdoing.”
“No silver dragon is innocent,” Baltic said in a low growl. Pain pricked my neck as the sword tip pierced my skin. I lifted my chin, keeping my gaze steady on his. “They will either rejoin us, or they will die.”
“But this one knows nothing of our ways. She has not even accepted that she is a dragon,” Kostya argued, gesturing toward me. “What purpose is there in killing her?”
Baltic opened his mouth to answer, but I was through being tolerant.
“His purpose is to bully and frighten,” I said loudly. “He is a coward, nothing more.”
His breath hissed in as he leaned forward. “No man has ever spoken those words to me and lived.”
“I am not a man,” I said, gritting my teeth against the burn of the sword as it slid deeper into my flesh.
“You would be dead if you were,” he snarled, lowering the sword and stepping back.
“You wish to challenge me?” I asked, shoving him hard in the chest.
He looked so surprised by the action, I had to bite back the urge to laugh. Kostya’s mouth dropped open into an O as I took two steps forward until I stood toe-to-toe with Baltic. “I will meet your challenge, warrior, but on my terms.”
An odd look crossed his face. “What terms?”
“No weapons,” I said, lifting my chin. “If you wish to challenge me, I will meet you body to body,
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