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

blinked, and her eyes widened. “That’s actually incredibly smart.”

“It is.” I nodded.

“So, it’s just a chest?” Asta asked with a frown.

“It looks like it,” I chuckled. “Or at least to us it is. But, we have plenty of coins from the other dealers we took out, so it’s alright.”

“What about their animals pulling the cart?” Eira asked. “Should we set them free.”

“We may as well,” I agreed. “Let’s do that, and then we’ll head to Ramir’s.”

“Sounds like a plan,” the redhead said, and she hopped out of the cart.

After we’d unhooked the horned animals attached to the dwarves’ cart, we all piled back into our own, and I picked up the reins.

“Ready?” I asked as I turned to Blar.

The little dragon nodded from his position on my shoulder, and then he closed his eyes and focused. After a few seconds, a portal appeared in the form of swirling air ahead of us. It was small at first but then grew to the regular size we would normally fit through.

The portal stayed that size for a few seconds, but I had faith in my little buddy, and soon enough it started to grow. It was a somewhat slow process, and I could tell it took a lot of energy.

Once the portal was large enough, I hurried the cart through to the other side, and Blar sighed as the portal disappeared behind us.

“That took a lot out of him,” Kas whispered, and she stroked the little blue dragon’s head.

“Good job,” I told Blar, and he looked over at me and smiled. Then he yawned and crawled into my lap to fall asleep.

“I think he’s earned a nap,” Eira chuckled.

“I’d say so,” I agreed, and I looked around to see where he’d managed to land us.

Even though we were on a mission, I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face as I took in the beauty of the Asgardian countryside. The sun was high in the bright blue sky, and fluffy white clouds floated effortlessly by. A lightly floral scent filled the air, and I took a deep breath and savored the experience of my homeworld.

Blar had brought us out in the countryside about a mile or so from Ramir’s shop. I could tell by the nearby road, it was paved in red brick, and there was a sign with an arrow that directed travelers back toward town.

“We aren’t too far away,” Kas said with surprise when she realized where we were at.

“No, we aren’t.” I shook my head and smiled. “Blar did a good job.”

The little dragon rolled over in my lap so I could scratch his belly, and I happily obliged. Then I flicked the reins, and the horned creatures began to pull the cart through the green grass toward the road.

“What about the cart?” Asta asked as we got onto the road.

“What about it?” Kas asked.

“Shouldn’t we drop it at home?” the elf girl inquired.

“Ideally, yes.” I nodded. “But we don’t have time for that right now. I’m sure Ramir can keep an eye on it since we’ll need to leave quickly.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure my father will watch over the cart,” Kas agreed.

“I’m curious,” Eira said, and she cocked her head to the side as she looked at Kas. “What was it like having Ramir as a father growing up?”

“What do you mean?” Kas asked, and her eyebrows pulled together with confusion.

“Well, I just mean, he’s… kind of… eccentric,” Eira explained.

“I’m just teasing,” Kas laughed. “I know he’s as strange as they come.”

“Good one,” the redhead chuckled and hit Kas playfully on the arm.

“In all seriousness, I was very lucky to have him as my father,” Kas said with a small, reminiscing smile. “Especially after my mother died.”

“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” Eira shook her head. “Ramir has brought her up a few times when I’ve spoken to him. You can tell he truly loved her.”

“He did.” Kas smiled and nodded. “As strange as he is, he was always a very loving and attentive father. I never was starved for adventure, adoration, or anything of that ilk. He taught me everything I know about sorcery, allowed me the freedom to roam around Asgard, within reason, of course, and he always made sure to tell me how much he loved me. He really is a wonderful father.”

“That’s sweet,” Eira said before she shrugged. “Gotta admit, I was hoping for some story about weird stuff he did, but that was nice, too.”

“Oh, right,” Kas chuckled. “Well, he did use to take me to the market and take advantage of all the free samples the vendors give out.”

“What?” I laughed.

“Your father could easily pay for food,” Eira guffawed. “And the vendors keep tabs on who gets samples.”

“Not if you use magic to disguise yourself or make them forget you were there,” Kas said with a half-smile.

“Ramir!” Eira shook her head but couldn’t hide her smirk. “What an old cheapskate.”

“He is!” the Valkyrie agreed with a laugh. “My father is great at earning money, but very poor at spending it.”

“It’s hard to imagine he’s poor at all when he’s getting so much free food,” Eira joked.

“Oh, that was good,” Kas snickered.

I laughed along with the girls as the horned creatures pulled us along, but after a few minutes, I focused on the road and stopped paying attention to their conversation.

All I could think about was what we were going to do if the dwarf who’d gotten away told someone about us. We’d already taken out a couple of dealers, and while dealers probably didn’t talk to one another, I figured some people with connections to the dragon trade would eventually figure out someone was killing the people they got their dragons from.

Then again, that one man