And we stood there, staring around us.
This was because everything but a five foot diameter of now-melting snow around our feet was totally incinerated. Charred. Leveled. Still smoldering but there was nothing left.
Nothing but three big dragons with thin, lolling tongues and a circle of wolves who were now sitting around us, some cleaning themselves disinterestedly, some just panting, one was scratching behind his ear.
Meeta pressed close and Loretta made a noise of fear.
I looked into the smoldering shadows.
Through midnight and smoke, a man and woman appeared.
The man was tall, built and seriously hot.
The woman had fabulous white blonde hair.
They came to a stop ten feet away and he opened his mouth to speak.
But I beat him to it.
“I take it you’re Finnie and Frey.”
He closed his mouth but used it to smile.
Yep, hot.
She grinned.
And she was cute.
Right. With dragons in the mix, I had a feeling everything was going to be okay.
So I smiled back.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Path to Vengeance
Apollo rode Anguish hard through the snow, the needles of the pines whipping unheeded against his face and body, his torso ducking and swaying to avoid branches.
His destination: where he’d seen the dragons’ blaze.
His lungs were burning fire throughout his frame.
His neck and shoulders were solid with tension.
His thoughts were tortured.
He hit the smoking wasteland and saw them.
Meeta and Loretta were there for some gods forsaken reason.
Finnie and Frey were there, which was surprising but not, considering the dragons and their fire.
His wolves were there, which was as he’d arranged.
And then there was Maddie, looking wet, cold and disheveled.
But standing.