Sword of the King (9 page)

By the time he was done patching himself up, Blaze had finished his phone call and was kicking the unconscious man awake. When the guy groaned, Blaze knelt and fisted a hand in his hair, yanking his head up. "Good morning, princess."

"Fuck you."

Blaze sneered. "I'm not a fan of STDs, but thanks anyway. What the fuck is Triad thinking, trying to mess with me? Rust is no one to fuck with, you know that. We've kicked your asses before for a hell of a lot less. Speak, dog."

"Fuck. You."

"I think you might have hit him too hard," Blaze said, glancing at Ken with the barest smirk.

Ken smirked back, trying not to feel a flutter of camaraderie. Blaze slammed the man's face into the floor, then dragged him to his feet and shoved him against the door. "I'm done with your bullshit, Triad. Tell me what the fuck you're doing here or I'll kill you slowly."

The man just glared and repeated, "Fuck. You."

"Bah," Blaze replied. "If you won't talk to me then you'll just be one more message to your boss. Let's go, princess." He socked the man in the stomach, holding on tightly to him as he dragged him to the door. Erie growled and started to go with him, but Blaze refused. "Stay. I'll be right back."

Ken made a face, sorry that one more person had to die. He drank his beer and waited. "It's okay," he said when Erie growled disconsolately. Erie ignored him and settled to wait miserably by the door.

Nev growled in sympathy from where he sat, and then they all waited in silence for Blaze to return.

When Blaze finally returned a few minutes later, he looked as tired as Ken felt. "All I finally got out of him was what we already figured:  what I'm doing has leaked and people are trying to cut in and take the dragon for themselves."

Ken didn't bother to ask what he was doing, just settled for, "Sorry he didn't have more to say. He seemed the likeliest to squeal."

Blaze shrugged and said, "Doesn't matter, we know everything of relevance. Thanks for the help. You said they were following me since I left the city? I can't believe I didn't fucking notice all these people following me."

"Yeah, from the moment you drove away from your apartment," Ken said. "Like I said, I was on my way out myself when I saw you with your bags and looking like you were in a rush." He shrugged, feeling suddenly stupid. But he still had the nagging feeling that Blaze was an ally, not an enemy. "I followed thinking to help, and then I noticed the other guys."

Blaze frowned at him. "I told my boss I took care of them."

Ken nodded. "Thanks. I'm really not in the mood for another beating right now." He leaned against the desk and yawned so hard his eyes watered. He rubbed them carefully with the fingers of one hand, pining for a bed. Whatever Blaze wanted, Ken hoped he got around to asking soon, because Ken was about to fall over where he stood.

"Here," Blaze said. Ken dropped his hand and opened his eyes to see that Blaze was offering him another beer. "Thanks," he said, taking it.

"There's more pizza, too, if you want it," Blaze said, sounding as awkward as Ken felt. "Do you make a habit of pissing people off?"

Ken laughed, and took a swallow of beer before replying, "I don't actually like getting beat up, no matter what anyone tries to tell you."

"Could have fooled me," Blaze replied. "You were begging for a fight in the club."

"No—" Ken's voice caught, and he hastily drank more of his beer. "I wasn't looking for a fight. I just got cocky. I know you and Erie are different, more like me and Nev, and I thought maybe you'd be on my side. But you've made it clear you're not. But, if you're not running away—no, wait, not my business. So why'd you let me back in here?"

Blaze shrugged, turning away. "You did help us. I wanted to see if you knew anything more about these guys. The Triad Syndicate doesn't have a whole lot of dragons, not enough they can just risk sending three rocks after me. That's overkill. I'm good, but three rocks would have been a problem." He turned to eye Ken curiously. "But they weren't for you."

Ken snorted. "Have you looked at my face? I'd say they counted as a problem."

"How's your dragon?" Blaze looked toward Nev, and Ken followed his gaze, immediately distracted. Nev was still sitting in a chair near the door, looking tired, but happy to be somewhere relatively safe. He smiled when he saw Ken looking at him, then glanced toward the food on the bed with obvious want.

Ken flicked a glance at Blaze, who nodded, then turned back to Nev and said, "Eat, dragon. I can always order more if necessary."

"So what's his name?"

"Nevada. Nev, usually."

Blaze nodded. "What kind of dragon is he?"

Ken shrugged, not really in a hurry to answer that question. "A good one," he said. "So can I safely assume you're not going to sic your boss on me again?"

"Nah," Blaze said. "If I tell him you're still alive, I can think of roughly ten people he'll beat or kill, depending on his mood. They don't deserve that."

"Thanks," Ken said.

"Forget it," Blaze said, and went to get his own beer. The room lapsed into silence, save for the sounds of Nev making quick work of the remaining pizza.

"Thanks," he said to Blaze and Erie when he finished. Standing up, he used a cloth at the sink to wipe up, then prowled over to Ken. "Caramels?"

Ken laughed, kissed the corner of his mouth. "In my pocket, lizard."

Nearby, Erie growled, and Ken glanced his way while Nev dug caramels out of his front jean pocket. Happily taking a handful of the soft candies to the bed, he began to eat them one by one. Erie was staring at them, at Nev, with surprise—and a little bit of longing. Ken frowned, glanced at Blaze, and realized that he was doing the same thing. "What?"

"The way you do that. So casual. You—how are you allowed? It's forbidden to do anything like that with dragons."

Ken shrugged. "It's the way it's supposed to be."

"How did you peg us so quickly?" Blaze asked, shifting restlessly, looking as though he was fighting an urge to get up and pace the room. "You nearly got us dead, you know. If anybody knew what you'd said to me, and had reason to believe it was true, they would have killed Erie while I watched and then killed me."

Flinching, Ken said, "I'm sorry. I never meant to endanger you or your dragon. I was just surprised, got overexcited, and fucked it all up. I've never seen anyone in the pits act like an owner."

"Fuck," Blaze said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It shouldn't be that fucking obvious."

"It's not, I don't think, except to someone like me. It's just that … anyone who actually looks can see that Erie doesn't obey because he was broken to it. It goes beyond training. He loves you. You love him. That can't be faked or forced. Dragons do or don't."

"Owner," Blaze muttered, shaking his head. He tipped his head back and drained his beer, set the empty can down on the little table by the window. He twined his fingers together, braced his elbows on his thighs, and stared down at them for a moment. Erie growled from where he sat on the far bed and got up to cross the room to stand beside him.

They stared at each other, then almost defiantly, Erie dropped to his knees and pushed Blaze's hands out of the way. He settled between Blaze's legs, head on his thigh, and rumbled softly. Blaze drew a sharp, shaky breath and slowly combed his fingers through Erie's hair. "Silly lizard," he said softly.

"Good Erie."

"That too."

Rumbling with satisfaction, Erie closed his eyes and just reveled in being so openly close to his master in front of others. Ken smiled as he watched them. "I knew you were an owner."

"Yeah, I guess so," Blaze said quietly. "But if we get caught, it'll get us killed. I can't fucking risk him like that."

"So leave," Ken said.

Blaze looked at him, eyes bright, sharp, wary—but also hopeful. "Why the fuck do you care?"

Ken drew a breath, let it out slowly, stalling as he thought about what to say. What the hell. Pushing away from the desk, he went to the bed where Nev still sat and settled beside him. He smiled when Nev immediately popped his last caramel in his mouth and sprawled across Ken's lap. "We hate the pits, that's why. Sixteen years ago we were walking home from school when these guys came after us. We tried to get away, which didn't work. I didn't know why at the time, but it didn't take long to figure out it was really Nev they wanted …

"We were best friends, back then. Always had been. Grew up next door, spent every moment together, and liked to tell people we were brothers. We were almost never apart. So they couldn't snatch Nev without snatching me as well, but I think they meant to kill me and dump me somewhere. Obviously it didn't work out that way."

Blaze stared at him. "They triggered Nev's change, and he already considered you his master."

"Exactly," Ken said. "I was fourteen, he was thirteen. We were just kids and had no goddamn clue what was going on. Suddenly my best friend in the whole world is a monster out of a fucking movie and he won't listen to anyone but me." He laughed bitterly. "There was shit all they could do. I think with any other dragon, they would have put him down and took the loss. But they couldn’t do that with Nev; he was too fucking valuable. So they were forced to teach me how to fight him. It was a fucking nightmare, that year we spent in the pits. Fourteen months, actually, the first two were spent on the rudimentary training they gave us."

"What?" Blaze demanded, then swore. "Two months of training? What the fucking hell? Erie and I trained for years before we were pitted, and he's an egg dragon! Turned dragons have to train for longer just to be sure they forget what it was like to be human."

Ken shrugged. "They were impatient, and pretty much threw us right in. I still don't know how the fuck we survived, because no matter how good Nev's natural ability he was young, scared, and inexperienced. But we lived and we kept fighting, constantly hoping to find a way out."

"How did you get out?"

"Someone came to our rescue," Ken said softly, remembering the day all over again. "His name is Richard, and he has a dragon named Cal. They came in and grabbed us and got us the hell out of there. Adopted us, too, when we found out it was Nev's parents who had sold him to the syndicate in the first place."

Blaze flinched. "What syndicate?"

"Marlowe."

"I don't know—" He saw realization flash in Blaze's eyes. "Marlowe is a dead syndicate. They were wiped fifteen years ago when someone busted into their pits and wreaked holy hell. Rumors were flying about how it was done. Some said it was steel dragons, but …" He trailed off as Nev sat up and pulled off his clothes, tossed them aside and abruptly shifted

In dragon form, he was too big to fit easily on the bed unless he curled up tightly. He crawled down to the floor, tail swishing back and forth behind him. He growled and craned his long neck, preening for Blaze and Erie. Even the dull yellow lights of the motel room couldn't diminish the shine of Nevada's scales, which were the color of newly polished steel.

"Holy fucking hell," Blaze said, and swallowed. "He's a steel dragon. Shit, shit, shit. Oh, fuck. I can't fucking believe they're real."

Ken lifted one brow in amusement and went to stand next to Nev, who rubbed against him and demanded petting. Obliging, Ken said, "You sound way more panicked than I anticipated. He's a good dragon, there's no reason—"

"That's not it!" Blaze said. "He's amazing. Erie is still better, but he's amazing. No, it's not that. Um. Look. Shit." He raked his hands through his hair, and Ken realized his hands were trembling.

Levity fading away, Ken asked, "Blaze, what's wrong?"

Blaze looked at him, sucked in air, and slowly let it out. "Um. When I said we weren’t running. That was only kind of true. We're not running
yet
."

"What do you mean?" It was stupid to get his hopes up, he knew that, but Blaze had seemed a kindred spirit right from the start.

"Look, I have got to know you're not fucking with me. If Rust finds out—I can't lose Erie—"

Ken let go of Nev and crossed the few steps over to Blaze, grabbed his wrists and steadied him. "Look. We don't know each other, and I realize every time I show up it seems like there's fighting involved. But I'm working to stop the pit fights. To stop people abusing dragons. I don't want what happened to Nev to keep happening. You can trust me. I was raised by men who consider dragons to be sacred, holy weapons meant for a higher purpose. Where I come from, they aren't called steel dragons—they're called knight dragons."

Blaze still looked too close to bolting for Ken's taste, so he stopped being sensible and went back to bold. Pulling out his pocket knife, he opened his right hand, palm up. "Look, I'll make you a vow. That's what we do, where I come from."

"Where
do
you come from?" Blaze demanded.

"East, in the mountains of fuck nowhere, North Carolina. I belong to Clan Cross, sort of, but that's for a different story time. It's also more information than I ever should have told you. If Cross finds out it will get me dead. Okay?

"So, blood oath. I swear by blade and blood to be your brother in arms for as long as I live." He slit his palm open, grimacing briefly, watching as the blood pooled in his palm and dripped over the edge onto the carpet.

Blaze let out a sharp bark of laughter. "You're fucking crazy." He looked up and smirked, his green eyes sharp. "I like it. Give me your knife."

Relief flooded Ken as he flipped the knife to Blaze, who copied his actions. "I don't remember everything you said, word for word. But I agree with it. Fuck the syndicates, fuck everybody."

"Agreed," Ken said, and they clasped their bloody hands. At their sides, their dragons growled and rubbed against each other, scent-marking, bonding. A rarity in dragons, which often preferred to be alone except for their owners.

Letting go of Blaze's hand, Ken went to get the first aid kit to patch them both up.

Blaze rifled through his duffle bag. "We're not on the run yet because we're being sent to train a dragon from a different syndicate. Rust wants me to steal it from St. George and bring it back to our syndicate. I was going to take it and run. Whatever the hell this dragon is, I don't think it should be in the pits."