Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (thriller novels to read txt) 📕

had been able to cast the invisibility spell on us. It would be incredibly difficult to move around this home without being spotted, though as I looked around, I didn’t see many guards. There were a couple near the front doors, but I didn’t see any others.

Blar smacked his lips when he saw the fruit trees, but I turned to him and shook my head.

The little dragon rolled his eyes, but then a loud clanging sound from the small castle caught his attention, and he immediately focused on the mission once more.

“What was that?” Asta whispered.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “But we should go find out.”

I carefully led the girls over to the front steps of the mansion, but before we could make our way up, the clanging sound rang through the air again, this time followed by male voices.

“I assume you’ll be back next week,” a voice said, and it sounded oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

“Same time as always,” another voice answered, and this voice was familiar as well. “The King goes through ‘em, I tell you.”

“Right, right,” the effeminate voice laughed. “We’ll have more ready for you.”

“Next week, then,” the male said, and a moment later, he came into view.

I couldn’t stop my jaw from popping open at the sight of the man. I knew him. It was the elf from the King’s dungeon who I’d seen when I was in the body of the baby dragon down there.

He was pushing a small cart with several cages covered with cloth. I could sense the babies inside, and I knew this scumbag was bringing them directly to the King’s dungeon.

I glanced down to see there were several carts parked in the driveway, none of which were particularly elaborate. I pursed my lips at their smart planning. These arseholes were terrible people, but they weren’t completely stupid. They knew a cart that looked like it held royalty or royal goods of any kind would be much more likely to draw attention than one that looked like a peasant’s cart.

“Rath, do you know him?” Kas whispered to me. “You seem surprised to see him.”

“I saw him before, in the elf King’s dungeon,” I replied in hushed tones.

“We can’t let him leave with those babies.” Preyna frowned.

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “We’ll follow him and get them out before he can make it back to the King.”

Preyna nodded, and while the dark-haired elf worked on loading the baby dragons into the cart, we made our way around the steps we were hidden behind, so we could head back toward the fence and cut the man off once he made it to the road.

“Oh, Keelan, one more thing,” the other voice called just as we made it to the edge of the steps.

I stopped in my tracks and waited for the other man to make his descent, but once he came into view, I had to close my eyes and open them again to make sure I was seeing correctly.

I knew I’d recognized that voice, but it couldn’t be…

Coming down the steps was the man I’d killed just two days before.

Chapter 11

Kas gasped, and she reached up to cover her mouth with her hand as her violet eyes locked on mine. Then the Valkyrie pointed and shook her head.

I closed my eyes and shook mine back. I had no idea how it was possible, but the man was standing right there. From the long curly orange hair, to the dark-blue eyes, the elf was exactly the same.

Yet, it couldn’t be.

It was eerie seeing the man I’d just killed walking around as if nothing had happened, and I wracked my brain and tried to figure out what could be going on.

He was a sorcerer, so could he have possibly figured out a way to avoid my attack? Did he somehow make me think I’d killed him when I hadn’t?

I shook that thought out of my head, there was no way that happened. I knew I’d killed him. I’d decapitated the bastard, but then… how? How was this arsehole standing in front of me?

My eyes scoured the elf for anything that might give me some sort of clue as to how this was possible, and the more I looked at him, the more I realized this couldn’t possibly be the same man as before.

The outward appearance was uncanny, and I suspected the two were most likely twins, but other than their features and voice, nothing was the same.

The man we’d fought a couple of days ago had worn immaculate clothes, with gold clasps and an orange cape to match his hair, but this man wore only a simple dark-green tunic and black pants. A plain broadsword dangled from his hip, but there were no other weapons I could see, and the top half of his curly orange hair was pulled back into a braid to keep hair from getting in his eyes.

The man’s voice wasn’t nearly as effeminate as his brother’s, either, and he moved with more purpose and precision where his brother had walked with a feminine sway of his hips.

This brother was clearly the manlier of the two, and I wondered if he was a sorcerer as well, or if he relied solely on his strength in battle.

“What’s that?” the dark-haired elf asked.

“I was told something went wrong at my brother’s place,” the elf said, and he looked around nonchalantly. “Do you have any information regarding his death?”

“Can’t say I do.” The dark-haired elf shook his head. “What do you care, anyway? You hadn’t talked to him in years.”

“Maybe not.” The orange-haired elf shrugged. “But he was still my brother.”

“Mmm,” the other elf mused as he lifted the last cage into the back of the cart.

So, the elf knew