Origin (Scales N' Spells #1) - A.J. Sherwood Page 0,119
and blocking the view to the rest of the room. He stared the mage down with visible fury, heat waves pouring off of his skin in a wave both seen and felt.
“Jaeggi,” Alric’s voice was ice, it was fire, it was fury itself, a fury controlled and ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. “You have taken too much from this world. From my clan. From me personally. You do not have the right to lay hands on something that has not been given to you. Kaiser Jaeggi failed to understand that and decimated most of the world. If you insist on repeating his mistake, then I will meet you on that battlefield. But you cannot have something of mine ever again. Lisette, end it.”
Lisette spoke sharply, “Aese!”
All of the spells cancelled at once. The mages let them go with a sigh of relief, then looked at Alric in worry.
Cameron didn’t like what he’d heard, not one iota. They’d known someone had hunted him for his mage ability. They’d gone after Cassie for the same reason. But somehow, suspecting it and hearing a man admit to it openly were two very different things. It shook him more than he cared to admit. He didn’t want to be hunted by that clan. He didn’t want to be taken from the happiness he’d finally found here.
And if they tried, well, Cameron would fight back tooth and nail. He might only know the basics in magic, but he wasn’t easy to take down. He’d already proven that once.
Alric turned to him, catching the back of his neck and tilting his head down to rest lightly against Alric’s own forehead. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing this man in, feeling the heat of his anger even now.
“They will not have you,” Alric promised him in a low, rough voice as if he were roaring on some internal level. “I swear to you on that.” Lifting his head, he looked to Cassie and Halmeoni. “They will not have anyone from the Noh Clan. We know where our enemy is, who they are. And that’s all I need to know.”
Cameron shivered a little under the intense expression on Alric’s face. He’d never seen fury like this, with his teeth bared, eyes hard, and a visible tic at the corner of his jaw. The world had already been through the ringer once because of that clan. And Alric was perfectly willing to go to battle with them again.
And damn the consequences.
Alric slammed the door to his private chambers shut with a loud bang and stalked across the room. Fire dragons had a horrible reputation for being short-fused hotheads, but Alric was proud to say it was rare for him to lose his temper.
But this—the Jaeggi’s return, the threat against Cameron—he couldn’t stomach it. Couldn’t fucking think past the rage boiling in his blood.
How dare they even think they could touch Cameron? Did they believe him to be so weak he couldn’t protect his mage? His clan? It was utter nonsense.
When he’d been a young dragon, he’d shift and take off. He’d fly high and far from his clan. The world, his problems, his clan would all fall away and there was only the sound of wind rushing by his face. He’d fly until his wings burned and ached from exhaustion, until there was only a cold numbness in his chest that allowed logic to claim his mind again. Only then would he think about turning back to his home.
But now he was stuck in this wretched, weak and damaged body. There was no more flying to escape and clear his mind.
Snarling, he snatched up a ceramic vase and threw it as hard as he could against the stones of the fireplace. The crash and explosion of porcelain was satisfying but not nearly enough. His dragon roared in his head, demanding he summon all of his people to fly to that town and burn it to ash. Wipe it off the face of the earth and erase all evidence the Jaeggi existed.
His human brain struggled to come up with a good reason why they couldn’t do just that.
Instead, his eyes darted around the room, searching for something else to throw. Maybe if he smashed enough things, his temper would finally cool enough to figure out how to take care of this problem once and for all.
There was a knock on his door and Alric jerked. “What?” he barked.