Dragons of Asgard 3 Logan Jacobs (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📖

“We killed most of them,” Eira said. “I even got the little one who ran from me. Well, Svass got him.”

“I was hoping to interrogate this one.” I frowned. “But since he got away, that could mean trouble for us.”

“What do you mean?” Asta asked, and her white eyebrows pulled together seriously.

“Well, if he tells the other dwarves, or the elves he knows, then they’ll know there’s someone taking down dealers,” I explained. “Most of the actual dealer groups don’t communicate with one another, so if we take out one group of dealers, there’s nobody left to tell other dealers, but these were buyers, so they could have more than one connection.”

“Oh.” Asta’s yellow eyes widened with fear. “We must find him.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “And fast.”

“Shite.” Eira shook her head. “The little thing was fast.”

“They were all very quick,” Asta said. “Even when we were fighting, they were faster than I’d expected.”

“It must be something with their size,” Kas said. “Even in their disguises, they keep their quickness.”

“That would make sense.” Eira nodded. “It’s the only thing that kept them alive for so long during battle. They weren’t the most skilled fighters, but they were able to dodge my moves pretty quickly.”

“Same here,” I said, and I turned to Kas. “Is there a spell we can use to figure out where he went?”

“Maybe.” Kas bit her lip. “I’ll check my book, but I’m not sure.”

“Could this help?” Asta asked, and she picked up a tiny boot off the ground, brushed it off, and held it out to the sorceress.

“If there is a spell for that, then this will definitely help.” The sorceress nodded and took the boot. She turned it over in her hand, and then she busted up laughing. “I’m sorry, it’s just so cute.”

“It really is,” Asta giggled. “It’s sooooo tiny.”

“I bet it would fit on Svass,” Eira laughed.

“Not you, too,” I chuckled.

“It’s adorable.” The redhead shrugged.

“I guess it is pretty cute,” I said with a half-smile as I looked at the tiny boot.

Svass flew over to land on Kas’ hand, and she slipped her back foot into the small shoe and then looked up at all of us with a huge smile on her reptile face. The boot didn’t fit exactly, of course, but she managed to get her foot in it, and the act itself was incredibly endearing.

“Ohhhhhh,” Asta squealed. “She’s so precious!”

“Nice,” Eira laughed and scratched under the little dragon’s chin.

“If only he’d left behind a pair of them,” Kas joked.

“Alright,” I said with a small clap. “Enough cute boot stuff --”

“Cute boot,” Asta snickered and interrupted me, but I raised an eyebrow at her, and she bit her lip and flushed with color. “Sorry. It sounded funny.”

“We need to figure out where he went,” I said with a small shake of my head.

“It will take me a little while to look through the book,” Kas said.

“What about Ramir?” Eira suggested. “I bet he’ll know right away if there’s a spell for it or not.”

“You’re right!” Kas grinned. “My father will definitely be able to help us with this.”

“Alright,” I agreed. “We should probably get the cart back to Asgard anyways, that way we don’t have to worry about leaving it here when we go to Svartalfheim.”

“You think he went back to his own realm?” Asta asked.

“I’m sure he did.” I nodded. “We just need to know where. The realm of dwarves isn’t exactly tiny.”

“Right,” the white-haired elf girl said with a nod.

“Blar.” I turned to the little blue dragon on my shoulder. “Can you make a portal big enough to pull the cart through?”

Blar pursed his scaly lips and gave me a determined nod.

“Good,” I said. “We’ll need to do this quickly. Let’s go through the dwarves’ carriage and take whatever we can find, then we’ll head right over to Ramir’s. Blar, you practice that portal while we look through the cart.”

The little dragon nodded and flew into the clearing, and then he landed on all fours, closed his eyes, and made a portal appear. He’d managed to make a fairly large portal earlier in the day, but it took a good bit of energy, so I figured some practice might help.

While Blar worked on getting the portal up to size, the girls and I checked out the bodies of the dwarves. It was odd to see their bodies on the ground where our larger opponents had once been, but I went through their tiny pockets, took anything of value, and moved on.

I expected to find a good number of coins or valuables in the cart, but it was empty save for a large chest we also found to be empty.

“How odd,” Asta said, and she looked at me with confused yellow eyes. “How were they going to pay for the dragons?”

“Maybe they weren’t.” Eira shrugged. “Maybe they planned to steal them.”

“Then why have the chest?” Asta countered.

“Hm, good point.” The redhead pursed her lips.

“It’s enchanted,” Kas said, and she stepped forward and put her hand on it.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Positive,” she answered with a nod. “I knew I could feel some energy in here, but I wasn’t sure where it was coming from at first. It’s this, though, I’m sure now that I’ve touched it.”

“What do you think it’s enchanted to do?” Asta asked.

“Is the money right there, and we can’t see it?” Eira inquired as she cocked her head to the side and inspected the chest.

“No.” Kas shook her head. “My bet is it’s a similar magic to how they escaped. They use this chest as a way to transport the money when they need it, that way they don’t have to bring it with them and risk getting robbed.”

“Whoa.” Eira