“Let her go, Keita.”

Keita’s response was to scream. She didn’t scream words, just screamed. It was a little disconcerting.

“Morfyd! Please!” the human practically begged. But she wasn’t much better than her sister.

Desperate, Ragnar pulled one arm away from Keita’s waist and touched her hand. He unleashed the lightest of lightning bolts, but it was enough. The bolt shot through her fingers and into her sister’s hair, directly into her scalp. They both screeched and released the other, allowing the two males to pull them apart.

“Whore!” Princess Morfyd screamed.

“Frigid cow!” Keita screeched. Then one slapped the other, and the other slapped the first and Ragnar had had enough! He stepped down from the table and carried Keita from the Great Hall and out into the cool night.

Brastias took Morfyd into their room and closed the door. He placed her on the bed, returned to the door, and locked it, then went back to their bed and sat down beside her. She had her elbows resting on her knees and her face buried in her hands.

“The door’s locked,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Then Morfyd burst into tears, and Brastias pulled her into his arms, letting her cry herself out.

Ragnar placed Keita down, and she immediately began to head back toward the castle. “Ungrateful, spiteful—”

He caught her arm and pulled her back. “Let it go.”

“Let it go? I’ll let nothing go including my righteous disdain!” And Ragnar honestly couldn’t help it when he started to laugh.

“I’m sorry!” he lied, grabbing firm hold of the stalking-away royal. “I am so sorry.”

“You are not sorry! You agree with her, I’m sure. Let’s take the whore down a peg.”

“Don’t tie me into this fight with your sister. This is between the two of you. I’m merely an innocent bystander.” Ragnar sat down on a bench and pulled Keita until she flopped down beside him.

“Miserable old cow,” she muttered.

“Now, now. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Her small fist jammed into his arm.

“She always does this, you know,” Keita said. “She starts a fight with me.”

“She started the fight?”

Keita glared at him. “Are you saying that I started the fight?”

“I’m saying that to my eyes both of you are equally guilty.”

“I should have known you’d side with her.”

“I side with no one.”

“Liar!” She stood and began to untie the bodice of her dress.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting away from all of you. I knew I should never have returned.”

“Keita, don’t go.” If nothing else, don’t leave him here alone.

“I’ll not stay where I’m not wanted.”

“And who said that? Your brothers and their mates seemed quite happy you’ve come back.”

“Too bad!” She practically tore the dress off her body before flinging it at Ragnar. He had yet to understand exactly what he’d done to earn her rage as well.

“Where are you going?”

She stormed naked to the middle of the courtyard and shifted to her natural form. “Away.”

“But what about—” She flew off, and Ragnar sighed out, “The plan?” He gazed down at the dress in his hand. It had been quite pretty on her.

“That color will bring out your eyes,” the foreign dragon said from behind him, making Ragnar jump a little.

“Where the battle-fuck did you come from?”

“Everywhere. Nowhere.” Ren moved his hand through the air. “I am one with all that is around us. The land, the sea, the—”

“You smell like pu**y.”

Ren’s hand dropped, and he sat in the spot on the bench Keita had left.

“I smell like several pussies actually, but thanks for noticing.” He grinned, motioned to the dress. “Keita flounce off?”

“You could say that.”

“Must have been her sister, yes?”

Ragnar answered by sighing again.

“Don’t let it bother you. That’s what they do.”

“I’m not used to it. Northland females simply don’t…act that way.”

“He’s right.” Dagmar sat down on the other side of Ragnar. “We don’t act that way. Instead, we’re quietly catty, vindictive, and vicious. But I will say this…if I thought I could pay both sisters to join forces and go to my father’s fortress to start a fight like the one I just witnessed with my sisters-in-law, I would.” Dagmar clenched her hands together. “I’d give up everything to make that happen.”

Ren laughed while Ragnar scratched his head and said, “This has been such a long day.”

Keita debated heading to Fearghus’s cave in the middle of Dark Glen.

There she had the option of seething by herself or teasing some of the guards who protected the cave at all times since the birth of the twins. Although when she thought about it, she wasn’t really in the mood to tease, flirt, or f**k anyone. She was, however, in the mood to punch her sister in the face.

That she’d like to do.

The bitch! The judgmental, callous bitch!

Deciding that going to her brother’s cave was as good a plan as any, Keita tilted her wings and began to loop around toward Dark Glen. But when she caught sight of a pit fire on one of the hills, she adjusted her flight pattern and headed over. It was late, and she wanted to make sure everything was safe so close to her nieces and nephew. Yet when she took a good look, she immediately dived down, landing hard on her talons, the ground shaking beneath her claws. And as soon as she shook her hair off her face, a chorus of female voices cheered, “Keita!”