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“Nico had a fantastic idea. And I thought we could have a little date…here.”
“A movie date?” I asked, my voice not half as giddy as I was inside.
“Is that okay? I found a romantic cheesy movie.”
I didn’t deserve these mates. And three of them? I’d gone from lesser to queen. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
We sat on the couch and I listened to Jude tell me all the treats he’d conjured up that morning. Cookies, brownies, nachos, popcorn, the works.
“And you already picked a movie?” I asked.
“Well, it’s just a suggestion.”
It was a fantastic suggestion. We cuddled on the couch while snacking. Well, to tell the truth, we chatted and discussed things more than we did watch the movie, but talking to my mate was more important that anything on the TV.
“History! I knew it!” We heard Soren bellow the words from the direction of the library. Nico came from the other living area and gave us a questioning look. “What is he yelling about?”
Soren stomped through the apartments toward us. We all waited for him, wondering what he was going on about. It was out of character for Soren to raise his voice. He would certainly not raise his voice over nothing. When he finally got to the living room, he was waving a book in the air. “I knew I would find it. I’ve read this part of dragon history over and over and over but I might be onto something. It’s just one sentence, but…”
Nico cleared his throat and took a seat near my side of the couch. “Well, tell us already.”
Soren was breathing heavily and smiling like he’d won the lottery. It dawned on me in that moment that this was the way Soren was loving me. He wasn’t researching all of this for his health or for the clan or anything else. As his eyes met mine, I knew it was for me. For my fever. For my peace.
He was loving me in his own way.
“Centuries ago, there was trouble between factions of dragons. Fights over power and control. This is an account from Veryion, one of the first dragons on this mountain. He says while the fight was going on, he was sick. It doesn’t say anything about fever but I’m assuming since he complained about always being hot. Then there’s this one sentence. I need to read more, find others who wrote about this period, but here it is. The mountain showed its upset with me day by day. It shook, it quaked, it growled its anger with me, with us, with the clan. And all along we thought we were in charge.”
The room fell silent.
They did say history repeated itself.
“Where are the other journals? You have them?” I asked, excited about the promise of a solution.
“No. They are in the High Council’s records. It would take months and months to get permission.”
Jude stood up. “Well, you know what they say. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”
Nico scoffed. “Yeah? You Have you ever known the High Council to grant forgiveness?”
Soren put the book down carefully on the table. “I don’t care. This could be the answer. We have to find out what happened with the mountain. Others have to have noticed.”
“Well, we can’t just sit here. Anybody know how to break into the High Council library?”
Soren looked at me and blew out a long breath. “Well, I was actually hoping you could help us with that. You know the lesser who is assigned to clean it. It’s the same girl who has been warning you about the rebellion. You could get her to let us in.”
My turn to let out a weighted breath.
“If it cures this fever, then I’ll do anything.”
Chapter Seventeen
Easier said than done. The first thing I had to do was to get access to the lesser schedule. It was a book, meticulously kept by one of the higher dragons to keep everyone in line, and by everyone, I meant the lessers.
The lesser girl was easy to find. She was on the schedule and therefore right where she was supposed to be, polishing the marble statues of all things.
“I need your help,” I said. I wasn’t well-versed in how to get someone to help me break into places so, that was the best I could come up with, hoping for some lesser-to-lesser sisterhood.
“Is that right…Royal?”
