Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) by Celia Kyle, Erin Tate Page B
Authors: Celia Kyle, Erin Tate
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ignored the massive scar that bisected the male’s face. It was immaterial. Probably good for intimidation, but it would not benefit him during the trial.
They met in the center of the massive platform, the metal scarred by Preor claws and a short flight that’d crashed recently. Fresh silver showed through where dragon nails had dug into the surface, random splotches of black showing where fire had burned the material.
Engineering had yet to perfect the surface. If they were on Preor, they could easily produce such a metal, but on Earth, they were restricted by what was present. Someday a complete sky-bound training station would be erected, but they made do with what was available.
Argan stopped before him, fist pressed to his chest in a salute and Rendan mimicked the moved. Now, they were equals, two males intent on discovering whether they overpowered one another or could work together.
The warrior matched Rendan in size, his wingspan and shoulder-width similar. They were the same height, their muscles comparable. But those were not what determined a defense master who was meant to be paired with Rendan. It was something mental, not physical. It was all in their minds.
And soon to be in the skies the moment the trial began.
But first… Rendan and Argan spoke together—a blessing before the trial.
“So ryu syh guva douh.”
May the skies welcome you.
“So ryu beb gict douh.”
May the wind lift you.
“So ryu soibz avai douh.”
May the clouds comfort you.
“So ryu tyh soilano douh.”
May the stars embrace you.
“La kaosado.”
For eternity.
With those last two words, they split, both racing for opposite sides of the platform. Rendan’s feet pounded on the metal, each stomp reverberating up his legs, and his inner dragon stretched and pushed against his flesh. Scales rippled over his arms, the beast anxious to be free, to do battle. But not until the skies welcomed him.
The edge of the training platform grew nearer, the line where he could abandon his legs and embrace his claws.
He remained ten feet from the rim, then seven, then three, and with a final bellowing roar he leapt…
The Trials of Syh began.
7
C arla pasted yet another fake smile on her face, the muscles in her cheeks protesting the wide pull of her lips, but she did it anyway. It was hard to look happy when part of her was battered and bruised. A part of her that no one could see. She recalled her argument, the quick way Rendan had gone from a hesitant and cautious mate to storming out of her apartment. She was sure that if the place had actual, antique doors instead the automatic panels, he would have slammed it shut.
The silence had been worse than a yanked door could ever be. The quiet had felt almost final. A noiseless exclamation point to their disagreement. And he hadn’t stopped by when he left. He hadn’t come to her door or even comm’ed her. Nor had he left a note via e-mail. Nothing.
The silent treatment. To her, with the way she’d grown up, the silent treatment was worse than any shouting match could ever be. It created a ball of dread in her stomach, a knot that would tighten and tighten until the argument was settled. Even if it meant she apologized although she wasn’t at fault. The tension made her physically ill and she was the people-pleaser who would do whatever needed to be done to smooth things over.
“Healer Butler?” The masculine voice reminded her that she wasn’t alone. She didn’t have time to drift off and dwell on her problems. She was working—she needed to focus.
She mentally shook her head and gave Chashan her attention. He was a healing master who’d recently arrived on Earth with his mate. “I’m sorry, Chashan. I let my mind drift and—“
The Preor male grinned, his dark eyes sparkling. “Thinking of your mate? I remember when I first met my Khaza. I do not know how you are able to be parted from Rendan. It is proof that your mating is strong—that you are both
They met in the center of the massive platform, the metal scarred by Preor claws and a short flight that’d crashed recently. Fresh silver showed through where dragon nails had dug into the surface, random splotches of black showing where fire had burned the material.
Engineering had yet to perfect the surface. If they were on Preor, they could easily produce such a metal, but on Earth, they were restricted by what was present. Someday a complete sky-bound training station would be erected, but they made do with what was available.
Argan stopped before him, fist pressed to his chest in a salute and Rendan mimicked the moved. Now, they were equals, two males intent on discovering whether they overpowered one another or could work together.
The warrior matched Rendan in size, his wingspan and shoulder-width similar. They were the same height, their muscles comparable. But those were not what determined a defense master who was meant to be paired with Rendan. It was something mental, not physical. It was all in their minds.
And soon to be in the skies the moment the trial began.
But first… Rendan and Argan spoke together—a blessing before the trial.
“So ryu syh guva douh.”
May the skies welcome you.
“So ryu beb gict douh.”
May the wind lift you.
“So ryu soibz avai douh.”
May the clouds comfort you.
“So ryu tyh soilano douh.”
May the stars embrace you.
“La kaosado.”
For eternity.
With those last two words, they split, both racing for opposite sides of the platform. Rendan’s feet pounded on the metal, each stomp reverberating up his legs, and his inner dragon stretched and pushed against his flesh. Scales rippled over his arms, the beast anxious to be free, to do battle. But not until the skies welcomed him.
The edge of the training platform grew nearer, the line where he could abandon his legs and embrace his claws.
He remained ten feet from the rim, then seven, then three, and with a final bellowing roar he leapt…
The Trials of Syh began.
7
C arla pasted yet another fake smile on her face, the muscles in her cheeks protesting the wide pull of her lips, but she did it anyway. It was hard to look happy when part of her was battered and bruised. A part of her that no one could see. She recalled her argument, the quick way Rendan had gone from a hesitant and cautious mate to storming out of her apartment. She was sure that if the place had actual, antique doors instead the automatic panels, he would have slammed it shut.
The silence had been worse than a yanked door could ever be. The quiet had felt almost final. A noiseless exclamation point to their disagreement. And he hadn’t stopped by when he left. He hadn’t come to her door or even comm’ed her. Nor had he left a note via e-mail. Nothing.
The silent treatment. To her, with the way she’d grown up, the silent treatment was worse than any shouting match could ever be. It created a ball of dread in her stomach, a knot that would tighten and tighten until the argument was settled. Even if it meant she apologized although she wasn’t at fault. The tension made her physically ill and she was the people-pleaser who would do whatever needed to be done to smooth things over.
“Healer Butler?” The masculine voice reminded her that she wasn’t alone. She didn’t have time to drift off and dwell on her problems. She was working—she needed to focus.
She mentally shook her head and gave Chashan her attention. He was a healing master who’d recently arrived on Earth with his mate. “I’m sorry, Chashan. I let my mind drift and—“
The Preor male grinned, his dark eyes sparkling. “Thinking of your mate? I remember when I first met my Khaza. I do not know how you are able to be parted from Rendan. It is proof that your mating is strong—that you are both
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