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afterworld.” Gideon’s gaze grew suspicious. “I believe you suggested this blood vow.”
He blinked. “What is wrong with a dragon blood vow? It cements friendships and ties when one dragon leaves a clan to join another.”
“And that portal is the one you created when Sebastian was serving you.”
“Yes.”
Gideon stared. “You said you would close that portal after you freed Sebastian from his service to you.”
“I changed my mind and left it open for Sebastian so he could visit Drust in the Shadow Lands.” Sebastian had used the portal as a gateway from Earth to the Shadow Lands and then to Tir Na-nog during his years of service to Tristan.
“That was kind of you to allow Drust to see his beloved great-grandson. Not wise, but kind. Most unexpected.”
Tristan’s smile grew grim. “I did not do it as a kindness to Drust. I did it so Sebastian could tell Drust how I endowed him with more gold after his marriage, and how close we have grown. Sebastian is like a son to me. He is quite grateful to me for all I have done for him and Skylar, his mate. And he will not visit Drust any longer because, as I reminded him, his life is in this world, not the next.”
And the one report Sebastian had given him was quite eye-opening. Sebastian had said Drust grew quite angry after Sebastian praised Tristan. Drust told him to never trust Tristan, for “you’re my blood, Sebastian, not that silver-haired bastard. I’m your family, not him. You owe him no loyalty. He’s trying to take over my family. If I could get out of here, I’d smash his face in.”
Tristan had found his enemy’s weak spot, and planned to strike him there. Hard.
“What games are you playing, my friend?” Gideon asked slowly. “Do not trifle with Crown Prince Alexander. Force him to leave the Shadow Lands and get him back home. It is one thing to meddle in the affairs of a silver dragon like Sebastian, but interfering in the life of the heir to the Drakon dragon clan is another. Alexander is destined to marry and mate with Princess Sabrina from Clan Ciamoth.”
Tristan shrugged. “Would I interrupt true love? If it were true love?”
“You would strike at the heart of your enemy for revenge.” Gideon folded his arms. “You suffered a terrible death, Tristan, but you were made immortal by our goddess, Danu. You must forgive and forget.”
“I can forget my death. And the torture I suffered.” He stretched out his hands, watching the wolf claws emerge from his fingertips.
“I can never forgive Drust’s actions in the vision I saw afterward.” His body tensed, and the wolf claws sharpened. “After King Emer had me executed, he ordered my head mounted on a pike on the castle wall. Drust stole my head and waved it before a crowd. In triumph.”
“Visions are a tricky thing, Tristan,” Gideon warned. “They are not always clear.”
He forced the wolf claws to retreat. “This one was. He gloated over my death. And I am certain Drust caused Nikita’s death, and the death of our babe, something I can never forgive. He killed my son before he was born. Killed him so I would have no descendants, no legacy on Earth.”
In the Shadow Lands, he had a plan to crush Drust’s dearest hope beneath his boot heel. Embittered, Drust would suffer the most demoralizing defeat and never escape the Shadow Lands, never have the hope of ascending to Tir Na-nog and finding peace and the chance for reincarnation and eventual reunion with his kin. While he, Tristan, continued to be both guardian and judge of the dragons, and remain in close contact with Drust’s family.
Gideon held up a hand. “Your revenge is your affair, Tristan. I cannot interfere. But find Prince Alexander and return him to his family so the marriage can take place.”
He gave Gideon an innocent look. “Of course I will. I do adore weddings.”
With a warning glance at Tristan, the Crimson Wizard vanished.
Tristan went back inside. Niki sat on the sofa, clutching the
He blinked. “What is wrong with a dragon blood vow? It cements friendships and ties when one dragon leaves a clan to join another.”
“And that portal is the one you created when Sebastian was serving you.”
“Yes.”
Gideon stared. “You said you would close that portal after you freed Sebastian from his service to you.”
“I changed my mind and left it open for Sebastian so he could visit Drust in the Shadow Lands.” Sebastian had used the portal as a gateway from Earth to the Shadow Lands and then to Tir Na-nog during his years of service to Tristan.
“That was kind of you to allow Drust to see his beloved great-grandson. Not wise, but kind. Most unexpected.”
Tristan’s smile grew grim. “I did not do it as a kindness to Drust. I did it so Sebastian could tell Drust how I endowed him with more gold after his marriage, and how close we have grown. Sebastian is like a son to me. He is quite grateful to me for all I have done for him and Skylar, his mate. And he will not visit Drust any longer because, as I reminded him, his life is in this world, not the next.”
And the one report Sebastian had given him was quite eye-opening. Sebastian had said Drust grew quite angry after Sebastian praised Tristan. Drust told him to never trust Tristan, for “you’re my blood, Sebastian, not that silver-haired bastard. I’m your family, not him. You owe him no loyalty. He’s trying to take over my family. If I could get out of here, I’d smash his face in.”
Tristan had found his enemy’s weak spot, and planned to strike him there. Hard.
“What games are you playing, my friend?” Gideon asked slowly. “Do not trifle with Crown Prince Alexander. Force him to leave the Shadow Lands and get him back home. It is one thing to meddle in the affairs of a silver dragon like Sebastian, but interfering in the life of the heir to the Drakon dragon clan is another. Alexander is destined to marry and mate with Princess Sabrina from Clan Ciamoth.”
Tristan shrugged. “Would I interrupt true love? If it were true love?”
“You would strike at the heart of your enemy for revenge.” Gideon folded his arms. “You suffered a terrible death, Tristan, but you were made immortal by our goddess, Danu. You must forgive and forget.”
“I can forget my death. And the torture I suffered.” He stretched out his hands, watching the wolf claws emerge from his fingertips.
“I can never forgive Drust’s actions in the vision I saw afterward.” His body tensed, and the wolf claws sharpened. “After King Emer had me executed, he ordered my head mounted on a pike on the castle wall. Drust stole my head and waved it before a crowd. In triumph.”
“Visions are a tricky thing, Tristan,” Gideon warned. “They are not always clear.”
He forced the wolf claws to retreat. “This one was. He gloated over my death. And I am certain Drust caused Nikita’s death, and the death of our babe, something I can never forgive. He killed my son before he was born. Killed him so I would have no descendants, no legacy on Earth.”
In the Shadow Lands, he had a plan to crush Drust’s dearest hope beneath his boot heel. Embittered, Drust would suffer the most demoralizing defeat and never escape the Shadow Lands, never have the hope of ascending to Tir Na-nog and finding peace and the chance for reincarnation and eventual reunion with his kin. While he, Tristan, continued to be both guardian and judge of the dragons, and remain in close contact with Drust’s family.
Gideon held up a hand. “Your revenge is your affair, Tristan. I cannot interfere. But find Prince Alexander and return him to his family so the marriage can take place.”
He gave Gideon an innocent look. “Of course I will. I do adore weddings.”
With a warning glance at Tristan, the Crimson Wizard vanished.
Tristan went back inside. Niki sat on the sofa, clutching the
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