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sapphires and
diamonds. The metal was near liquid. It was known as a Witka, named
for the necromancer who forged the metal into a magical water from
two drops of Camin’s blood. It would be this blade that she would
plunge into Tania’s heart. It would be this blade that would
resurrect Camin and create the realm anew.
    A loud door slammed behind her in the
dank, echoing cave. Isbet quickly turned on her heel, “What are you
doing here?” She placed her hands on her hips and suspiciously
watched the man enter her chamber as if he owned it.
    Narcil pushed back his dark hair as a
few sparks erupted from the friction, “You told me to find you once
I had more information…”
    “Indeed. What have you to tell me?” She
kept both eyes upon him. He was a traitor to his race and once a
traitor, always a traitor. She knew not to trust anyone who could
so easily be swayed.
    Narcil marched steadily close beside
her and placed a timid hand upon her lower back. His index finger
twirled in circles while he played with her corset
strings.
    Isbet growled and smacked his hand
away, “What news do you have?”
    He sighed as a plume of smoke escaped
his mouth, “We have lost them.”
    “Lost who?”
    “The Princess and her lover. There was
also another dragon who went with them. There is no trace of
them.”
    “What?” she screamed. She tossed her
long, red skirts to the ground and paced across the gray cavern
floor. Her hands clenched into fists, “How dare you bring me this
information! Find them! I said find them!”
    Narcil nodded but did not budge, “Have
you forgotten something, Isbet?”
    She snarled at him and narrowed her
eyes, “Why else would I bring you here to me! We had an
arrangement, Narcil. You bring me information, and then you will be
rewarded. Camin will spare you. You will be ecstatic watching the
world of men burn.”
    “There was another part of
our…arrangement…” He stepped close enough to press his breath
against her neck, “I am in need of your services…”
    “What else would you be in need of?”
she muttered under her breath. The only downside to catering to men
in order to have her way was the “catering to men” part. She
detested all things—people, dragons, life. But she would do
whatever was necessary to succeed. She did not believe in love nor
did she believe she could ever love again. She had been hurt deeply
by Polas and the festering anger that dwelled within her heart
would be the ruin of all.
    “What do you wish of me?” she spoke
softly while she closed off her heart so she wouldn’t be party to
the upcoming event. Narcil, although he was made of fire, could be
a cold lover.
    Narcil smiled wickedly while flames
danced on his fingertips, “Same thing as always, my
love.”
    She turned around so that her back
faced him. Isbet rolled her eyes and tried to compose herself.
Soon, she would not need another dragon. Soon, she would be free to
destroy this realm. Narcil would be the first to be eradicated. His
constant need for companionship was despicable. Nonetheless, she
whipped around and faced him.
    She wore her patented look of seduction
and she snaked around him like a vine around a column. He returned
her wanton stare and returned her embrace.

Chapter 9

    The stream continued to burble and
gurgle while Tania sat between Patryck and Aristo. She played with
a few green leaves while the peaceful silence grew. Patryck and
Aristo were on speaking terms and were quite friendly but there
were still issues to work out. However, they were not pressing
issues. In fact, they could maintain civility and joviality
whenever they wished. The lightened mood greatly helped the
pregnant Princess.
    Carrying a child was
stressful enough—she did not need the added burden of warring
lovers. A sudden thought donned on her. She quickly stood in the
stream and spun around to face her dragons, “I need sustenance.
The baby needs
sustenance!” A rush of energy spurned her forward into the