it?” Roy asked.
“You open it.” Amos collected his sword while Roy crossed the room.
Amber picked up her own sword, grimacing at the blood on the blade. Her eyes were drawn to the door as Roy swung it open. When she saw Charles and Martin in the doorway she grinned. “Well isn’t this just perfect.”
“What’s going on?” Martin drew his sword as he entered the room.
“No one is meant to harm her.” Charles left his sword at his side. “Do you know how many dragons they’ll have here if she dies? We can’t get that many Knights organised quick enough to protect ourselves.”
“We were training,” Amber said.
“It was a tie,” Amos quickly added.
“You’re unharmed?” Charles eyed her up and down. “Whose blood?”
“Mine,” Isaac and Roy said together.
“Both of you?” Martin asked.
“Probably a little bit of everyone’s,” Amber said. “It was a tie after all.”
Martin’s gaze arrowed in on Amber. “Did you start this?”
“I wanted to know what a mage can do,” Isaac said.
“What did you discover?” Charles asked.
Isaac met Amber’s gaze and held it. He smiled. “That she can hold her own in a fight.”
She nodded, returning his smile.
“Everything is alright? We aren’t going to have two castles full of dragon warriors turning up on our doorstep?” Martin demanded.
“Everything is fine,” Amber said.
“Then get to class.” Martin glanced at Roy. “Both of you.”
Her stomach growled. “What about lunch?”
“You missed it,” Martin said.
“I doubt it. Not unless you want a panther roaming your corridors.”
“Go get cleaned up and we’ll meet you in the dinning room,” Isaac said.
“You aren’t the High Protector here, Isaac. I don’t come into your headquarters and start throwing my weight around,” Martin said.
Amber barely managed to control her shock. She reached for Isaac’s mind.
“You’re High Protector?”
He sent her a grin, ignoring Martin. “Twenty minutes. I’ll organise someone to prepare lunch and get this place cleaned up.” He strode from the room, Amos on his heels.
Charles grabbed Amber’s arm when she started to walk past him to follow Roy. “Are you certain you’re unharmed? There’s a lot of blood in here.”
“I’m fine.” She met his sharp blue eyes, holding his gaze. She was confused, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but physically unharmed. “Was that all?”
Charles let her go.
Amber held his gaze a moment longer before she strode after Roy, who had stopped partway along the corridor. He showed her to her room and as soon as he’d gone, she grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom. Standing under the warm spray of the shower, after she’d cleaned her sword, she tried to figure out what was going on. Obviously Roy had lied when he’d said his family wasn’t important. She tried to think of what he’d said. ‘We have no family members in Brisbane that are high ranking in the Knights.’
She chuckled. Typical dragon. No, but they were here now and they were a very high rank. What had she been told about the Knights? She frowned. Sydney. Headquarters were in capital cities. Isaac was the High Protector of New South Wales. How had he managed that? He was half dragon. And why had he managed that? Just because he wanted to kill his father didn’t mean he had no ties with other dragons.
Ronan would want to use this information and she couldn’t keep it from him. Not without losing all the ground she’d gained with him. Turning off the shower, she reached for her towel, stopping centimetres from it, swearing. They could be Golds. Whatever the headquarters were made of they didn’t keep dragons out, only prevented them from remaining in the Void. How many other Knights had dragon heritage? Her hand closed around the towel, drawing it to herself. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Dragons always had to make things far more complicated than they needed to be.
She
“You open it.” Amos collected his sword while Roy crossed the room.
Amber picked up her own sword, grimacing at the blood on the blade. Her eyes were drawn to the door as Roy swung it open. When she saw Charles and Martin in the doorway she grinned. “Well isn’t this just perfect.”
“What’s going on?” Martin drew his sword as he entered the room.
“No one is meant to harm her.” Charles left his sword at his side. “Do you know how many dragons they’ll have here if she dies? We can’t get that many Knights organised quick enough to protect ourselves.”
“We were training,” Amber said.
“It was a tie,” Amos quickly added.
“You’re unharmed?” Charles eyed her up and down. “Whose blood?”
“Mine,” Isaac and Roy said together.
“Both of you?” Martin asked.
“Probably a little bit of everyone’s,” Amber said. “It was a tie after all.”
Martin’s gaze arrowed in on Amber. “Did you start this?”
“I wanted to know what a mage can do,” Isaac said.
“What did you discover?” Charles asked.
Isaac met Amber’s gaze and held it. He smiled. “That she can hold her own in a fight.”
She nodded, returning his smile.
“Everything is alright? We aren’t going to have two castles full of dragon warriors turning up on our doorstep?” Martin demanded.
“Everything is fine,” Amber said.
“Then get to class.” Martin glanced at Roy. “Both of you.”
Her stomach growled. “What about lunch?”
“You missed it,” Martin said.
“I doubt it. Not unless you want a panther roaming your corridors.”
“Go get cleaned up and we’ll meet you in the dinning room,” Isaac said.
“You aren’t the High Protector here, Isaac. I don’t come into your headquarters and start throwing my weight around,” Martin said.
Amber barely managed to control her shock. She reached for Isaac’s mind.
“You’re High Protector?”
He sent her a grin, ignoring Martin. “Twenty minutes. I’ll organise someone to prepare lunch and get this place cleaned up.” He strode from the room, Amos on his heels.
Charles grabbed Amber’s arm when she started to walk past him to follow Roy. “Are you certain you’re unharmed? There’s a lot of blood in here.”
“I’m fine.” She met his sharp blue eyes, holding his gaze. She was confused, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but physically unharmed. “Was that all?”
Charles let her go.
Amber held his gaze a moment longer before she strode after Roy, who had stopped partway along the corridor. He showed her to her room and as soon as he’d gone, she grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom. Standing under the warm spray of the shower, after she’d cleaned her sword, she tried to figure out what was going on. Obviously Roy had lied when he’d said his family wasn’t important. She tried to think of what he’d said. ‘We have no family members in Brisbane that are high ranking in the Knights.’
She chuckled. Typical dragon. No, but they were here now and they were a very high rank. What had she been told about the Knights? She frowned. Sydney. Headquarters were in capital cities. Isaac was the High Protector of New South Wales. How had he managed that? He was half dragon. And why had he managed that? Just because he wanted to kill his father didn’t mean he had no ties with other dragons.
Ronan would want to use this information and she couldn’t keep it from him. Not without losing all the ground she’d gained with him. Turning off the shower, she reached for her towel, stopping centimetres from it, swearing. They could be Golds. Whatever the headquarters were made of they didn’t keep dragons out, only prevented them from remaining in the Void. How many other Knights had dragon heritage? Her hand closed around the towel, drawing it to herself. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Dragons always had to make things far more complicated than they needed to be.
She
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