Page 3 of Vicar
Chapter Two
VICAR STRUGGLED TOkeep his Sigdir side at the forefront, but there was no hope for it. His inner Múspellsheimr screamed up as he landed beside Níðhöggr’s Ash, placed his hand against its great trunk, and willed it to take him to Trinity. To take him to the dragon who thought to control him.
Tokeephim.
Who did she think she was? Nobody kept him. Period. No woman or man, dragon or not. If anything, he kept them. So why did a strange woman from the future think she could? Moreover, why did a blasphemous side, likely his weaker inner Sigdir, somewhat like the idea? Want to explore it?
No sooner did he think it then, for a split second, caught in an inferno unlike any other, there was no need to explore because Trinity was right there. Standing across from him, engulfed in flames she could somehow withstand in human form. While brief, the sight of her was enough to bring him to attention. From her thick wavy dark brown hair with auburn highlights to her thickly lashed fiery amber eyes, she was stunning. Her lips were full, her skin flawless, and her features far too alluring. Though she wore bulky clothing, he sensed her body would cause trouble with his fellow male dragons. All of her would.
Especially the equally fiery spirit he sensed within when she narrowed her eyes at him.
When she dared him to come get her.
Regrettably, he found out it wouldn’t be quite that easy when the fire faded along with her, and he stood alone in front of the Maine chalet. Well, not completely alone. He homed in on the women standing on the deck. One was young with black hair, the other older and more full-figured.
“Where is she?” he roared, striding for the deck, fully Múspellsheimr now and in no mood for games. Particularly the sort Trinity played. “Tell her to get out here.”
Even as he said it, he knew she was gone, no longer in the twenty-first century, but that didn’t slow him down any. He strode up the stairs, ready to find out where she went by any means necessary. Only it didn’t quite go that way when the black-haired woman who could only be Raven turned berserker and whipped fiery arrows at him.
“Stay away from my sister, asshole,” she roared in return, clearly buying Trinity time. “She doesn’t want to see you!”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong,” he shot back, dodging her arrows. He was never so certain of anything. “Whether she knows it or not, your sister wants to see me,” he assured with dark promise. “And she will once I catch her.”
“Which won’t be right now, cousin,” Dagr informed, appearing alongside Maya and Tor moments before Vicar dodged another one of Raven’s arrows and lunged at her. Or tried to before he slammed into a translucent wall made of Dagr and Maya’s Helheim magic.
“Thor’s thunder,” Vicar growled, unable to go any further. He glared at Dagr. “I wasn’t going to hurt them.”
Not really. Not badly, anyway. Just some solid intimidation. Pain only if necessary. He chuckled when his inner Sigdir bristled at his thoughts. Best his other half stay repressed for the time being. He couldn’t handle Trinity if he tried.
“Raven,” the woman who could only be Elsie exclaimed when Raven’s eyes rounded in horror at Tor of all people, and she stumbled back.
“What’s happening?” Maya gave Dagr and Tor a look telling them to keep an eye on Vicar, and darted up the opposite stairs after her sister. “Oh my God, Raven!” A soupy black aura had started pulsing around Raven, and her eyes had turned to oil slicks. “We need to get you inside away from all this so I can get your positive energy up.”
Vicar had never felt anything quite like what was coming off of Raven. Darkness, to be sure. Maybe even darker than the enemy they had recently fought, which said something considering it was pure Evil. It seemed to be building around her like a tidal wave, swelling not in his direction but Tor’s.
“Get out of here,” Dagr roared at Vicar, seeing it as well. “Take Tor and go. Maya and I will see to Raven.”
