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

“Nice?” I chuckled.

“That’s why I’m laughing,” she giggled. “I couldn’t think of another word. I think our sex affected my brain.”

“That’s probably it.” I smiled and shook my head, and then I reached over to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Asta’s pale, slender body was illuminated with the firelight, and I could see how toned and fit she was. Her perfect hourglass figure and delicate facial features were highlighted by the shadows thrown from the fire, and my heart sped up again as I took in the sight of her.

“What?” the elf girl asked as she bit her lip.

“You’re just beautiful, is all,” I told her, and I rolled over to capture her lips with my own.

“Thank you, Rath,” she breathed when we parted again, and she looked up at the stars. “You’re incredibly handsome… as… well…”

The white-haired elf girl closed her eyes, and a second later I could see her chest rise and fall slowly as she drifted off to sleep.

I smiled at her sleeping form, and then I got up and retrieved a blanket for us so we could sleep in the grass.

As soon as I laid down near Asta, she rolled over and snuggled against my chest. Her naked body was warm against mine, and I looked up at the sky and enjoyed the feel of her pressed against me.

As I watched the stars, I thought about the eggs the frost giants had gathered. There were no dragon eggs lying around in the wilderness ripe for the taking, so any eggs those arseholes possessed were stolen, and that thought made my blood boil with rage.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and a deep frown came over my face.

Blar had been stolen, too.

How long ago, I wasn’t sure, but someone in Asgard had his egg, which meant they’d either bought it from a dragon trader, or stolen it themselves. It seemed he’d probably been dormant for some time, but he’d been stolen nonetheless.

I shook my head at the thought of my poor little blue buddy being separated from his mother, and I wondered if she was still alive and looking for him.

Dragon traders didn’t seem to understand the level of intelligence and emotional recognition dragons had. Either that, or they simply didn’t care.

Dragons weren’t mindless animals, they were able to feel as complexly as we could, and I’d seen firsthand how they treated their young. Mother dragons didn’t simply give up on their children, they searched for them, they grieved their loss, and they remembered their babies who were taken from them.

The idea that these men would so willingly steal these babies completely baffled me. It would be like stealing Asgardian children, a crime which had never been committed, but one that would certainly be punished by death.

And these dragon traders deserved nothing less.

We needed to get those eggs, not only to keep them from the King’s hands, but to free the babies who’d been taken. I hoped the mothers were still alive, and I’d be able to reunite them with their children, but my gut told me that wouldn’t be the case for all of them. The frost giants had probably been building this egg supply for years, so there was no telling how many of the mothers had managed to survive this long.

Jotunheim was incredibly vast, though, as we’d learned on our first trip there and our subsequent trip to find the well. We’d traveled for miles through the frigid temperatures, but thanks to Kas and Asta, we hadn’t felt the cold, only the soreness from walking on the slippery, icy terrain.

My eyes closed as I thought about the eggs we needed to find, and how we would get to them. Ramir was our best hope, and I knew the sorcerer would be able to make us a map of Jotunheim. He was able to make us maps of everywhere else we’d needed so far, so I could only assume this wouldn’t be a problem.

My mind drifted off to sleep, but as I entered the realm of dreams, I realized I was no longer myself. My body didn’t feel like my own. I felt cramped and small, and everything was dark.

All I could feel was a sense of dread, but then a loud cracking sound startled me, and a small light broke through the darkness.

Another crack rang through the air of the small area I was in, and even more light assaulted my eyes. It was so bright, I had to squint just to look at it, and even then it became too much, so I turned my head away.

The loudest crack yet blasted my eardrums, and I let out a terrified little squeak as the walls of my little room came tumbling down around me.

I realized then that I’d been in an egg, and pieces of the shell fell all around as I landed on my feet and shook my small body free of shell debris.

I blinked a few times to allow my eyes to adjust to the light, but as soon as I was able to see, a new, even more powerful sense of terror filled me.

More dragon eggs lined the walls around me, dozens of them, and I was suddenly cold, so very cold, to the point where I began to shiver. My paws seemed to be stuck to the floor beneath me, and I struggled to lift them from the shiny shelf they were on.

I let loose a horrified squeak as I glanced around in a panic. I didn’t understand where I was. There was a yearning for comfort, for my mother, and for warmth.

My ragged breath came out in white puffs as I took in my icy surroundings. I didn’t know what my home was supposed to look like, but I knew what it felt