Chapter 9
North sat at the big dining hall the next morning, pushing porridge around in his bowl instead of eating it.
He kept staring at his phone, black and silent at the moment.
He’d texted his mother the name of the town and the nearest airport last night, then immediately wished he hadn’t. Because doing so broke his heart.
But still, what choice did he have?
Someone dropped into the seat next to him, and North looked around, only partially out of curiosity. Mostly out of instinct. He didn’t at all feel connected to the space he was in just then.
Ravi looked back at him, concern cutting lines across his face. “Did someone die? You look really depressed.”
“No,” North denied even though it felt like it. “No, my ma called last night. She’s fed up and demanding I come home immediately.”
“Fed up…? I’m not following.”
“She never wanted me to go on this trip. Was really, super against it.” North struggled to put this all into words, to explain.
“Warin,” Ravi called. “Come here, you need to listen to this.”
Warin was here? How lost in his head was he that North hadn’t realized it?
He was indeed, looking far more alert and energetic than North felt. Warin had coffee and a plate overflowing with an omelet in his hand. He put both on the table, sitting across from North with worry written all over his face. “What’s happened?”
It was somehow even harder to look at Warin and explain. “My ma called and demanded I come home immediately. Today, in fact. She never wanted me to go on this trip, and she’s at the end of her patience.”
Warin stared at him with a growing frown. “But you don’t wish to return home.”
God, how true those words were. “No. But I’m really low on options.
See, my parents aren’t…aren’t magical? They’re not mages, but I don’t mean that exactly, it’s just that there’s no room for magic in their lives.
They only know their simple lives, with their business and their church and their family.
That’s all they’re comfortable with, and they refuse to think about anything else.
So to them, this trip wasn’t a fantastic journey.
It was a strange thing I kept insisting on.
I almost had to sneak out of the house to actually leave on it, that’s how against it they were. And now I’m….”
Ravi bumped his shoulder, encouraging him. “What?”
“I’m really low on money.” The words tasted like acid in his mouth. “And I don’t want to leave, I really don’t, because all of you are amazing. But I don’t see how I can stay. It’s not like I can work here.”
Both dragons stared at him with perfectly blank expressions. Then in growing confusion before glancing at each other.
“Uh…” Ravi dragged out the sound, scratching at his head. “I feel like a miscommunication happened somewhere.”
“It obviously did,” Warin agreed. “North? Of course you can work here.”
North blinked at him. Blinked again. Those words didn’t compute for a moment. “What? How?”
“You’re a mage,” Ravi told him as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Magic is your career path.”
North turned to look at him, still utterly confused. “Wait. Wait, I thought mages couldn’t actually survive on their magic in this day and age.”
Ravi negated this with a wave. “They just package it differently, that’s all.
The mages of the Burkhard clan have a whole line of cosmetics, soaps, hair tonics, cleansing crystals, you name it.
And believe me, they stay busy making it all.
The clan owns lands. Alric and Dieter oversee extensive investments to support the clan.
But we dragons also depend on what they make to keep cash flowing.
We support them as much as we can, of course.
We manage the greenhouses and take them out when we need to harvest supplies.
And we package things up, ship them out, manage the orders, all of that.
But you see how much work a mage has here to do. ”
“It’s part of why all the mages are excited to see you,” Warin pitched in, his voice gentle.
“We dragons, we look at you and see a potential spouse. But the mages looked at you and saw a potential co-worker, someone to help them. There’s a great deal of magic worked in this castle on a daily basis.
Trust me, if you want to work and earn your place here, there’s more than enough work to go around. ”
North’s jaw was dangling somewhere near the center of the Earth. They still used magic in this day and age to earn a living? That hadn’t died with the Dragon Wars?! Holy shit. He managed to get his jaw slotted back into place long enough to croak, “But I don’t know enough magic to help them, do I?”
“Probably not.” Ravi shrugged, not bothered by this.
“But then, most of what they do is a specialty of this clan, as they developed it. It’s why Lisette offered to teach you.
Not only because she wants you to work with us, but to catch you up to speed.
You won’t be the first. They had to teach Cassie, Cameron, and Ha Na as well. ”
“Think of it as an apprenticeship,” Warin suggested. “In return for her teaching, you’d work with us here.”
And that was perfectly okay with him. North didn’t have any other options to learn, after all, and who wouldn’t want to work in this amazing castle?
With sexy dragons? Really, the comparison between working as a mage for the rest of his life and working with cement and aging computers?
It was laughable to even try and equate the two.
North’s head swam with internal visions of being able to work magic, day in day out. Of being able to fly with the dragons, of living here in this incredible place. It was a fairytale come true, or could be. If he chose to accept it. Wait. There was another gap, another assumption made.
“Um. But I wasn’t formally invited in? I mean, is this really an option?”
“We’ve learned”—For some reason Warin looked at Ravi when he said this, expression droll—“to not overwhelm the new mages. It never works out well.”
“I said I was sorry,” Ravi grumbled.
Oh, North so wanted the story behind that one.
“We were trying to let you take this at your own pace,” Warin continued with a small smile at North. “I assure you, if you want a place here, Hoheit will be happy to offer you one. We like you.”
North looked uncertainly back at him. “You guys don’t have a lot of mages, I noticed. It’s not just because I’m a mage?”
“No. Tori’s family is an entire clan of mages and they’re not allowed to step foot in here.” Ravi’s lip lifted in a sneer. “Bunch of homophobic assholes. We wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole.”
Warin gave Ravi a bit of a repressive look. “We are still hoping that with time and education they can come around, but we’re not welcoming in mages who are going to be harmful to our other clanmates.”
Ravi leaned closer to North, his expression intent. “Trust me, you’re here because we like you.”
That did make him feel much better. Quite a bit better, really. It was nice to be wanted.
“Does this ease your concerns?” Warin asked him hopefully. “You only have to leave if you want to.”
With that statement, reality came crashing in again. His family. Even if North tried to explain that he could work as a mage here, his parents would never believe it. Mostly because they wouldn’t be able to wrap their heads around it. They’d think he was making things up to buy himself more time.
Seeing their worried frowns, North admitted, “It does help. I like that I have the option. I just don’t know how to explain any of this to my family.
They won’t believe it. Or…I guess it’s more accurate to say, they don’t care if it’s true or not.
Their entire focus is forcing me home and back to working for the family business. ”
Warin leaned forward, eyes level with North, tone compassionate.
“I’ll be the first to say that family is important.
But North, I do not like how your family treats you.
You’ve told me too many things that make it clear to me your family does not see you.
They might wish for the best for you, but they do not understand you enough to know what that is. Am I correct?”
North nodded heavily. Yeah, that was a pretty accurate summary.
“If their choices are going to warp and twist your future into something you do not wish for, then I would not advise following their path. It will make you miserable. Which in turn will only anger them, because they will not understand why you do not find joy in what they have created for you.”
“Manipulation never goes down well,” Ravi muttered under his breath. “Not for the one manipulated. Certainly not for the manipulator, although they usually don’t care if you’re happy or not with their choices.”
Ouch. North felt those words right down to the quick.
He thought of several instances where his mother had manipulated him into doing something he hadn’t wanted and then gotten mad when he didn’t appreciate “her hard work.” Like the time he’d gone to prom with her best friend’s daughter and then came home six hours later, relieved the evening was over.
She hadn’t been happy he’d had a miserable time and didn’t want to date the girl again.
Or the time she’d forced him to go on a hunting trip with his father and brothers only to get mad when he hadn’t even lifted a gun the entire time, instead hiding in the truck and reading a book the whole weekend.