Bullshit.
She whipped wet hair back from her heart-shaped face. Her pointed chin was haughty, but her lips were delicate. Thin. Tremulous. As with every Dragon King, her skin was naturally tan. Hers was overlaid with a shimmering luster, like gold beneath a blazing light. Wide cheekbones were streaked with freckles, not the dirt hed assumed. The water darkened her lashes and framed those nearly translucent eyes. Her gaze was canny. She assessed every detail, even through her fury.
Intelligence in a trainee was a double-edged sword.
Become a half-dead cripple for all I care, Leto said with a shrug. You know it takes a great deal to kill a Dragon King. But the crowd loves when combatants bleed and scream. No one mourns.
My son would mourn me, she whispered.
He already does. Dr. Aster will have told him youre dead.
I was promised my son. One year more.
One year.
He almost pitied the womans naïveté. Shed be lucky to stand or talk or chew after her first match. Yes, she would heal, as all Dragon Kings did, but the process was imperfect. Amputated limbs never grew back. Minds cracked into mad pieces. Scars remained. His split lip and lashed back were a testament to that.
He masked his pessimism and long-ago pains. This was his responsibility. He had yet to fail the Old Man. He wouldnt let this woman destroy the respect Leto had spent years acquiring.
Learn to fight, he said. Or youll suffer as others have.
She shuddered. The hospital gown clung to her. She tucked her legs beneath her and crossed shaky arms over her breasts. The water let her keep few secrets. And youre here to teach me?
You wouldve saved yourself a lot of abuse had you asked that question twenty minutes ago.
Bathatéi. The worst curse word in the language of the Dragon Kings.
Leto only laughed. Your name. Now.
She lashed out with a tight fist. He caught it easily, then the next one. The only weapon she had leftone she might not have realizedwas the surprise of her breasts. The soaked paper gown outlined their lithe, luscious shape. Leto forced his gaze back to her face.
Your name, he said with growing menace. Unless you enjoy being called lab filth.
My name in exchange for soap.
He grinned. This was going to be fun.
Agreed.
A swallow disappeared beneath the edge of her collar. She lifted her chin. My name is Audrey MacLaren.
TWO
Dragon be, his calmness was irritating. He let go of her fists.
Audrey had lost feeling in her fingers and toes. The hospital gown disintegrated into little balls of paper along her shoulder.
It is. Im Audrey MacLaren.
Maybe out there with the humans. I wont speak that dirt down here.
Sure, because this place is so pristine.
My rules.
You sound like my son. Petulant. Expecting to get your way.
He stared down at her with abject condescension. And I suppose he got his way in Asters lab?
You piece of shit!
Call me what you like. That wont change your situation.
Everything about his raw brawn and arrogant posture said fighting back would be a useless waste of energy. She was too weak with hunger and too shattered by pain to resist with more than words.
But she did have words.
I was born Nynn of Clan Tigony.
The man flinched. Shed dented his arrogant exterior. A Tigony? In the Cages?
You heard me. Malnefoley, the Honorable Giva, is my cousin.
Malnefoley was the leader of the ten-person Council that protected the Dragon Kings ancient traditions.
Your origins dont matter down here. The man recovered as quickly from mental surprise as he did from physical attacks. Here, we only fight for the Asters.
She couldnt read his eyeseyes the rich brown of an antique books leather bindingbut she compensated with other clues. His shoulders were not quite as relaxed. Tension had replaced the grace of his assured movements. Lines around his mouth tightened.
Just what power did he possess? If she could learn his clan, she would know. Each had particular abilities, passed down through dwindling generations. The Tigony had not inspired myths of Zeuss lightning bolt by accident. They harnessed and concentrated kinetic energywhich wound up looking very much like an electrical storm.
But her tormentor could be crossbred.
Though Audrey had been raised among the Tigony, few had let her forget her origins. Her unknown father was Pendray, one of the vicious berserkers that had inspired Norse and Celtic myths. Only Mal had forgiven her mother. Audreys place among the Tigony had been granted at his discretion alone.
Crossbred children could possess extraordinaryand dangerousgifts in unique combinations. Or they could possess nothing at all. Like Audrey. Shed never been immune to the rumors and scorn.
So shed adopted the name Audrey after hearing it in an American movie. She and Malnefoley had agreed it best that
she leave their Tigony stronghold in the high, craggy mountains of Greece. She had received her education at a boarding school in the States. Money and influence meant shed eventually become an American.
Shed met Caleb at an innocuous college bookstore, amid used texts and supplies. Imperial Russian historyturned out theyd shared the class, rolling their eyes at their slightly insane Scottish professor. They wed before graduation, and shed loved him with all her heart.