Page 149 of Scales ’N’ Spells: Volume Two

The only reason Nikki stuck close to Gunter was simply because he was the first dragon they’d seen as safety. Yes, there was Ravi. The unpredictable wind dragon had forged a close friendship with the mage in a short period of time, but Ravi also came with a mage mate. Gunter, on the other hand, had no mage in his life to rattle Nikki.

All very logical.

“Very well. I should return to work,” Gunter murmured. He started to turn toward his desk, his mind on the myriad of problems continuing to plague the Burkhard Clan.

“Gunter?”

The dragon’s head immediately popped up, canted in question.

“You said you wanted to discuss my family, my real family,” Nikki reminded him. “Do you want to do that now? Or are you too busy?”

“Not at all. Now is an excellent time.” He’d completely forgotten he’d mentioned to Nikki earlier in the day he wanted to write down what family history and information they remembered from their childhood.

Gunter took a second to switch mental tracks. His work was important, but Nikki trumped it. He wanted to take advantage of Nikki being in the right mood to talk about their family. Gunter went around his desk and sat to boot up his laptop. With fingers poised over the keyboard, he grinned at Nikki, who straightened in the chair and flashed him an enormous smile.

“I can’t believe I’m starting this way since we’ve known each other for two weeks now, but can you remember the name of your clan?” Gunter asked.

“My family name is Bos. I don’t know if that’s my clan’s name. I don’t remember anyone else who was a mage in my house, or any mention of mages other than my parents.”

Gunter made a note, flipping through various spreadsheets and documents until he located what he was looking for. “Bos was a clan in Northern Europe for a long time.” He paused to chew on his bottom lip as he skimmed over what notes he had.

He sighed softly. “I don’t have much on the Boses, but there is a small note stating the clan was renowned for its ability with spells that could get plants to move and shape valuable instruments such as wands and other items for magic use. They seem to have been quite highly regarded. I’ll have to check through my records and see if I have any old spell books for the Bos Clan.”

A slender hand lightly landed on his shoulder as Nikki leaned over to look at the screen, their faces inches apart with the motion. Tension flowed into his frame, and part of his brain marveled at how quickly and quietly Nikki had crossed the distance between them. He caught a whiff of soap and the tiniest hint of something else that had to be purely Nikki. Gunter, after that startled moment, found he liked having Nikki close. The light touch sent a tingle dancing along his skin.

To his utter shock, his dragon shifted inside of his chest and stretched its long neck as if reaching out toward Nikki. He couldn’t remember his dragon reacting to anyone before. Well, it didn’t care for the Jaeggi, but that was all rage and fire. This was something warmer and happy. And why now? The dragon had never reacted to Nikki before, not like this.

“Are you purring?” Nikki asked, voice lifted with interest.

Gunter gasped and straightened, instantly dislodging Nikki’s hand. “No. Of course not. You’re mistaken.”

“Ravi told me dragons can make this humming noise when they’re happy. It sort of sounds like purring.”

“No, my dragon was not humming or purring or whatever,” Gunter replied brusquely, even as his dragon continued to uncoil and poke its head up, wanting a closer look at Nikki. Or maybe even something more. Silly, contrary lizard. Hundreds of years without a peep, and now it wanted to come out and play. Nonsense. Utter nonsense.

Nikki sauntered over to their chair, their smile definitely looking smug now.

“Do you remember where you were living with your parents? Or possibly your parents’ names?”

“I do. We had to learn it when we were in school. Ridderkerk, but I don’t remember my street name or house number anymore. My parents were named Jan and Anika Bos.” The bubbly lightness that had infused their words at the start fizzled as they spoke until their slim shoulders slumped. It was like watching the memories become lead weights pulling Nikki down. “It was a Wednesday. I woke up to the sounds of fighting. People I didn’t know came into my bedroom, snatched me out of my bed, and said my parents were dead. That they’d been murdered and they were taking me to safety.”

Nikki stopped, their face twisted into a frown as they shook their head. “It didn’t make sense. But they kept saying my parents were dead and I had to go with them; they were taking me to a new family who would keep me and my gifts safe.” Nikki looked at a ball of twisted fabric in their lap, something soft they were petting over and over again. “I didn’t even get to pack my stuff. No toys. No clothes.”

“Nikki, I am so very sorry for your loss. For everything you’ve suffered.”

Lifting wide, dark eyes, Nikki flashed a shaky smile. “It doesn’t hurt like it used to. I believed them for a while, but as other mages were brought in with similar stories—or worse—I figured out the Jaeggi had killed them.” Nikki sniffed and smiled broadly. “But I showed them. I blew up their compound and freed their dragon.”

Gunter chuckled. “You did. And we will never be able to thank you enough for protecting Ravi for us.”

Nikki’s grin looked a touch feral. “My pleasure.”

Gunter made a few notes from what Nikki had told him to be added to his database later. It was odd the Bos family didn’t have other clan associates, but then it might be a case similar to Cameron and Cassie. Some of the knowledge had been lightly passed down, but by and large, much of their clan had been lost and scattered over the centuries.

“When you were a child, how much did your parents tell you?”

“Not much. They taught me maybe two dozen spells, and I didn’t really get the mechanics of it, just that if you do a, b, and c, you get x result. I’m not sure, looking back, if they really understood how magic worked. They treated it more like an old family recipe they followed. However, my mom used to tell me stories about mages and dragons. She made them all sort of sound like fairy tales.” Nikki released this dreamy sigh and sank into the chair.

Gunter looked up and lifted one eyebrow at Nikki’s expression, which could only be described as a swoon or maybe swoon-like.