“Go with them. Find Hayley. Then follow your heart.” Hartley pressed the necklace that Jason wore, the same one Anthea had given him. It glowed warm for a minute before going cold again. “Do not go looking for your destiny. Let it find you.” Hartley bowed to him, and within the blink of the eye was gone.
Secunda grabbed his wrist. “Do not worry about him. He is an old soul. He will be fine.”
“Be prepared to spill your blood. A dragon comands courage, but also sacrafice.” Beynon’s voice was barely a whisper. “Understand what you are getting yourself into. It is not something that can be pushed aside after the war.”
“I understand that.”
“Even when you do rule, age will overtake you.”
He cackled. “My dear, I have already conquored age. I have effectively beaten death.”
“No!” Bonny shot to her feet. “Locke is not to get invovled in this. He hasn’t regained his memory since his accident. He is safe now.”
“We both know he isn’t safe. Not after everything he has done.”
“Drop it Jason.”
“You say it as though its impossible to resist her.”
Hayley and Mikal shared a look. Mikal leaned towards him. “Just get her out of the garden. That’s all you have to do.”
Jason rolled his eyes. Like that was even a task. Getting Anthea-Rose out of her garden would prove to be a piece of cake. “I expect the pay purse to be fat with gold.”
“You think you are so different. But you are not.”
Jason shrugged. “We’ll see.”
Anthea laughed, a broken cackle that cut through the still night air. “You have no idea what goes on here. I warn you, stay away.”
He grinned. “I plan on getting to the bottom of this. You’re taking business from us. I shall need to get it back.”
“You think I enjoy killing?”
“You don’t have to enjoy it to do it.” He turned on his heal, holding up a hand. “Until we next meet Anthea-rose. Keep well.”
