Twin Dragons: Dragon Lords of Valdier Book 7 by S. E. Smith Page A

direction at the same time. Both symbiots ignored
them, instead they surged toward the repair bay doors.
    The moment the doors opened, they both
disappeared inside. Calo drew in a deep breath as Cree looked up at
him with burning eyes. He opened himself to his brother, something
that they had refrained from doing lately in an effort to protect
each other.
    Is it true? Calo demanded, stopping
in front of Cree. Is it our true mate or just a desperate desire
for one like Brogan and Barrack had?
    Their symbiots did not react like
this, Cree replied. You heard what the people of the village
said, only the dragons wanted the girl in the village. Barrack lost
control of his dragon. Their symbiots tried to stop them, but
couldn’t without destroying everyone.
    Where… where is she? Calo asked
hoarsely, clenching his fists at his side.
    “That’s just it,” Cree said grimly, looking
at his brother in wary amusement. “Our mate is the human boy
that was rescued from the Antrox mine.”
    “Human?” Calo exclaimed in shock.
    “Yes,” Cree said, waiting for the second
word to sink in.
    “Boy?” Calo asked faintly, glancing at the
door as shock washed through him. “How can the Goddess give us a
boy for a mate? Surely, if we were meant to have… I’ve never
thought of being with a… Dragon’s balls.”
    Cree chuckled bitterly. “I’ve never
personally been interested in them. This is going to be...”
    “Awkward,” Calo muttered, looking at the
door again. “I want to meet him. I need to know for sure that…
well, that he is our… true mate.”
    Cree shook his head. “I could barely control
my dragon. It wanted to hunt him down and capture him. Besides,
Carmen ordered me out. The old man and boy do not want anyone
inside with them. The boy... Mel, attacked two warriors this
morning with a shovel. He, our mate, isn’t quite right in the head.
To top it off, he’s mute too.”
    Calo turned and fell back against the wall
next to his brother. His mind was swirling in a mass of confusion.
Never in his life had he ever been unsure of what to do next.
    “So, what do we do now?” Calo asked, looking
at Cree with dark worried eyes. “My dragon is practically purring
he is so happy. I haven’t felt him like this since we were
younglings.”
    “We stay close to our mate,” Cree said.
“We’ll try to get him to respond to us, make sure he is protected,
and wait for him to grow up. Perhaps… perhaps by then, we’ll know
what in the universe we are supposed to do with him.”
    “Perhaps, we can work on training him,” Calo
suggested. “If he is as small as you say, it might be…”
    “Don’t even say it,” Cree grunted. “I’m not
sure if I’m ready to think about mating with him. From the little
glance I got of him, he has a lot of growing to do.”
    “At least my dragon is finally happy,” Calo
said glumly. “He is rubbing on me, wanting me to let him out.”
    “Mine wants to chase,” Cree grumbled.
“Goddess, this is not how I expected things to work out. Why? Why
couldn’t we have just died in the Great War like a true
warrior?”
    “Because Creon would have been pissed,” Calo
reminded him. “The few times one of us came close to dying, Creon
said he’d hunt down our parents and tell them that we were cowards,
not warriors.”
    Cree frowned. “Why didn’t we just kill Creon
when we had the chance?” He asked, disgruntledly.
    Calo chuckled. “Because you insisted we
swear our loyalty to him and the royal family for eternity, so that
wasn’t an option,” he reminded his brother.
    Cree glanced at Calo and scowled. “I was
drunk when I made that declaration,” he snorted. “It shouldn’t have
counted.”
    “Well, Creon accepted and had it recorded,”
Calo said, pushing off the wall and yawning. “He made sure to
remind us both before every mission.”
    Cree stood up and stretched next to his
brother. “It still shouldn’t have counted,” he insisted. “I need to
release some