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

King to a frost giant named Reever,” Kas explained. “It’s a sales agreement for eggs.”

My eyes shot from the paper to the Valkyrie.

“This is the King’s next move?” I asked as I shook the paper.

“That’s right,” Kas said with a grin.

Now, we really were one step ahead.

Chapter 13

I unfolded the small note and found it contained exactly what Kas had promised. The letter was from the elf King, and it outlined his need for more dragon eggs.

“It says here the frost giants have eggs in storage.” I shook my head.

“In storage?” Asta asked. “What does that mean?”

“I suppose it’s similar to how we keep the eggs we’ve found,” Preyna said. “Though we aren’t selling ours.”

“Of course not,” Kas gasped. “You only kept those eggs to make sure they didn’t get into the wrong hands. These arseholes took them so they could sell them, I’m sure.”

“I have no doubt you’re right,” Preyna sighed. “I hate to think of all the poor dragon mothers who had their children stolen.”

“I know.” I frowned. “We’ll get them back, though. I swear it.”

“I know you will,” Preyna said as she reached over and patted my hand, but then she quickly pulled away and looked down when she realized what she’d done.

“What else does it say?” Asta pushed, and she gestured toward the letter.

“It says the King thinks he’s figured out a way to magically hatch the eggs,” I said as I read over the note once more.

“I didn’t think that was possible,” Preyna muttered, almost to herself.

“Didn’t the council try for years to hatch the eggs they found?” Kas asked.

“We most certainly did.” Preyna nodded. “We didn’t want to simply leave them in their egg form since we weren’t sure that was safe, but after several attempts, and several years of the eggs not seeming to rot or anything, we decided it was best to keep them in their egg state instead of attempting more spells to hatch them.”

“I thought Rath was the only one who could hatch eggs,” Asta puzzled. “At least, dormant eggs.”

“Right.” I nodded. “Non-dormant eggs will hatch on their own, but when they’re in that deep slumber… well, I thought I was the only one who could hatch them, too.”

“You’re the only one who can do it by nature,” Preyna told me with a serious look. “What the King is planning is an abomination.”

“She’s right,” Kas said. “The power you have was naturally bestowed on you, and your ability to hatch dragons is a gift, not something forced like the elf King is trying to do.”

“Yes, exactly.” Preyna nodded.

“Does it say a time or place they’re meeting?” Eira inquired.

“No,” I answered, and I let out a deep breath.

“We need to figure out where those eggs are kept,” Kas said.

“Yes, we do,” I agreed. “If we can figure that out, we can at least get in the way of the King obtaining more eggs.”

“I like the sound of that.” Eira smiled.

“We may not be able to attack the King outright just yet, but we don’t have to make things easy on him, either,” I said. “And if we can prevent him from getting more eggs, we may be able to stall whatever plan he has so we can get ahead of it.”

“Preyna, did you recognize the spell that was outlined to bring Vinrar back?” Kas asked.

“No, I’ve never seen it before.” The sorceress shook her head. “But I will be sure to look into it.”

“You know, I bet we can figure out where the eggs are being kept,” Eira told me as she pursed her full lips in thought. “Like how we found the baby dragons at the market. We should go to Jotunheim and take a look around.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” I agreed.

“I bet we can get a map of Jotunheim from my father,” Kas added.

“Right,” I said as I looked up at the night sky. “We’ll go first thing in the morning. For tonight, let’s all try to get some rest. Who wants a drink?”

“Oh, yes, please.” Eira grinned.

“Me, too,” Kas said, and she held up her hand.

“And me,” Asta giggled as she stood up. “I’ll help you carry them.”

“Bring me one, too, please,” Preyna requested.

“Of course.” I nodded.

Asta and I retrieved pints of mead for each of us, and then I gathered some vegetables and leftover fish to prepare for dinner.

“I’m afraid I should warn you, I can’t stay for dinner,” Preyna said with a small smile. “I’ve already been away for a couple of days, and while Odin is busy, I don’t want anyone else noticing my absence.”

“Oh, yes, whatever you think is best.” I frowned and took another drink of mead.

“It’s not a problem,” Preyna assured me with a laugh. “I’ll simply say I was visiting family, but I’m usually only gone for a few days, so I don’t want to be gone any longer than normal.”

“I completely understand,” I told her, and I looked to Blar, who was pretending to be asleep by the fire. “I’m sure my blue friend here can make you a portal.”

The little dragon opened an eye, looked at me, and then closed it again.

“Hmmm.” Preyna pursed her lips, and then she smiled. “I would hate to walk all the way home. I know it’s been a long day, buuuuut, maybe he would do it if I promised to get him an entire batch of pumpkin treats the next time I saw him.”

Blar licked his lips, sat up, and walked over to Preyna.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I laughed and looked at the sorceress. “But you know you have to make good on that promise. He won’t forget. Trust me.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Preyna chuckled, and she reached down