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

a while, right? I always focus better if I’m full.”

“Alright,” I said, and I gestured all around us. “You all pick.”

“Mmmm.” Asta bit her lip and closed her eyes as she smelled the air. “Everything smells sooooo good. I don’t know which one to choose.”

“Me, either,” Kas groaned. “I’ve never had Jotunheim food. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Eira?” I asked.

“I’ve never had their food, either.” The redhead shook her head. “But everything smells good. I’m okay with whatever Kas and Asta decide.”

Blar tugged on my leash, and I looked down to see the little dragon staring at a vendor up to the right. A large piece of meat hung from the ceiling of the booth, and the frost giant behind the counter carved off pieces of it for his customers.

“Blar seems to like that one,” I laughed.

“Mmmm, that one does look good,” Asta said, and she turned to me and bounced on the balls of her feet. “Can we get it?”

“Of course.” I nodded. “But you might want to avoid jumping up and down.”

“Why?” the white-haired elf girl asked, and she looked at me with round yellow eyes of concern.

“Um, because to everyone around, you look like a massive frost giant warrior,” Eira chuckled. “I doubt they’re usually seen bouncing around.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right.” Asta straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I must play the part.”

“Much better.” Kas smiled.

Blar tugged on his leash again, and I was suddenly regretting my idea to give them leashes in the first place.

“Alright,” I laughed. “Let’s go.”

The girls and I made our way over to the booth, and as soon as we stepped up to order, Blar put his paws on the front of the counter so he could get a better look at the meat.

“Get down,” I hissed. The last thing we needed was to attract attention.

The little blue dragon rolled his eyes, but he did as requested, and I waited for the vendor to approach me.

“What’ll it be?” the man asked after a moment. He was extremely tall, and wide enough to match, with dark-blue skin, bright yellow teeth, and a nose that looked like it’d been broken a time or two.

“Eight plates of meat,” I told him.

“You’re getting plates for the kits as well?” he asked, and he raised a dark eyebrow at me.

I’d never heard that term before, but I assumed ‘kits’ meant kittens.

“They get hungry, too.” I shrugged.

In this sort of situation, it was best to keep things brief. The goal was to be forgettable as soon as we walked away. We wanted to blend into the crowd as best as we could.

“Suppose you’re right,” the man chuckled, and he grabbed some plates made of ice and started to dish meat onto them.

He also put some strange vegetables I’d never seen before on top of the meat, and he topped it all off with a foreign red sauce.

“Eight copper,” he told me.

“Here you go,” I said, and I handed him the money.

“Next,” the man called as the girls and I grabbed the plates and walked over to a nearby table.

It seemed everything here was made of ice. The plates were a very thin ice, the table and chairs were made of ice, and of course, the entire cave system was, too.

“I feel as though our food is going to be cold.” Asta frowned.

“It’s probably meant to be eaten cold.” Kas shrugged.

“Mmm, maybe you’re right,” the white-haired elf girl mused as she looked down at her plate.

“Hot or cold, it smells fucking delicious,” Eira said as we took our seats.

Blar hopped up on the bench next to me, but I quickly pushed him back down and set the dragons’ plates on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I told him as he glared at me. “But I don’t see anybody else letting their snow leopards eat at the table. I don’t know the protocol here, and I’d rather not attract attention.”

Blar shook his head, but he was too excited about the meat to stay mad for long. The little lizard devoured his food, and I turned my attention back to my own plate.

“Ohhhhh, fuck, yes,” Eira groaned through a mouthful of food. “Rath, you gotta try this, it’s so good.”

“It sounds like it,” I chuckled.

“Delicious.” Kas nodded and covered her mouth as she chewed.

“It’s warmer than I expected, too,” Asta added as she picked up a large piece of meat and shoved it in her mouth.

“I’m glad you all like it,” I told them, and I picked up my own piece of meat. The vendor hadn’t given us any utensils, so I figured it was meant to be eaten with our hands. And even if it wasn’t, we were disguised as huge warriors, so I doubted anybody would remark on our eating habits.

I bit into the sauce-covered meat, and immediately my taste buds exploded with flavor. The dish was spicy, so spicy it cleared my sinuses right away, and I almost coughed from the heat of it.

Asta was right, it was warmer than I figured, but it seemed the ice plate had cooled it down to perfect eating temperature, and I was sure that was some sort of special Jotunheim trick these people used all the time.

The meat was absolutely delicious, even though I didn’t know what it was, and I quickly finished off my plate and fought the urge to lick it clean.

“Oh, this is the most delicious thing ever,” Kas said, but when her violet eyes caught mine, they grew as wide as saucers. “Oh, I didn’t mean better than your food, of course, Rath.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her with a laugh. “It really is very good.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had something so spicy,” Eira said. “But I like