Page 76 of Dragon Keeper
“There’s pancakes,” Sloan spoke up, obviously fake cheer in his voice.
Fredda clapped her hands and ran to Sloan. “Pancakes! I love pancakes.”
Tor arched one eyebrow. “Well then, I must see these pancakes.”
What is going on?Sloan’s aggravation was clear as crystal and twice as sharp.
I can’t explain it to you right now. But I will. Right, I promise you.
I will hold you to it.Sloan picked up Fredda, holding her in one arm while he flipped pancakes with the other hand. “Riley, I need plates. Brayden, syrup could use some warming, and can you get the butter?”
“You got it.”
“Sure.”
The brothers leaped into action, Riley ushering Aleana to a seat. She was clearly still fuming, but Tyr knew she would understand soon. Fredda was in grave danger. And so was little Penny up at the mountain clutch.
That could not be allowed. He would tell Sloan about all of it as soon as they had time alone.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
“Okay, so what the heck is going on?” Sloan had been patient for what seemed like ten hours of pancakes.
It hadn’t been, but…
And then Tyr had asked him to go to the pool while everyone else went back to bed, so he figured it was time to have a long chat.
“I wanted to tell you why Tor is really here. It could be very worrisome.”
Sloan started stripping off Tyr’s nightclothes. “We don’t need worrisome with you pregnant, love.”
“No, no, I agree, but he feels like Fredda needs protection, Penny too. He’s scared, love. Truly scared.” Tyr sank into the warm water, almost immediately relaxing.
“So explain to me why. What’s going on?” Sloan followed, and he had to admit, the water healed. It really did. His grr started to fade.
“I’m not sure of the details, to be honest. I do know that Tor is scared, and he did make sure I knew that he’d known Riley was in town, he’d known about the feast…”
“So wait, someone in the city is feeding him information about the village?” Sloan scowled. How the hell was that happening?
“Yes, but someone is feeding someone in the city information about the village.”
“Shit. Oh, shit, Tyr.” That was bad. That was very bad. The clutch was supposed to be all about the greater good or some shit.
“Right. It could be innocent. It could be spies. It could be malicious, but we don’t know.”
“Okay, so how do we find out?” He swam to Tyr, needing to touch his mate.
“I don’t know, but Tor will have the best way of figuring it out, don’t you think?” Tyr cuddled into him, shuddering.
“I hope so. If you trust him, I will try to.” He wanted to believe Tor was here to help, but he also knew he was naturally suspicious.
“I saw his heart. He is… he would never bring harm to the babies, Sloan. I know that.”
“Okay, then we start from right here. We figure out who in the village is sending information, and we shut them down. And we figure out what the threat is and eliminate it.”
“And we have a baby.”
