Elora POV “Are you the only Witch?” I ask her, stunned. “No, my daughter is already showing signs and my mother is a Witch too, we have remained hidden just like you.” I nod my head in understanding. “So how old are you, anyway?” she asks curiously. “I turn twenty-one tomorrow,” I tell her. She gasps. “So you might be the one they are looking for then, you could save us all,” she says excitedly. I don’t know how she still has hope for the Chosen One. I tossed hope out the window years ago. “Do you know of the book? The one with the prophecy?” she asks. I shake my head, not knowing what she is talking about. “What book?” I ask. “The one that only the Fae with magic can read. The one that says how to break the curse. How have you not heard of it?” she asks incredulously. Her words make me think of my grandmother’s book, the one Silas took and hasn’t returned. “We had one book; I don’t know if it is it. But Silas took it. When he opened it, the pages were blank. I couldn’t re
Elora POV My heart rate increases as he moves closer, so his lips are barely touching mine, his breath fanning my face. His scent is strong, and I inhale, deeply loving the smell of him this close. It is intoxicating and addictive. No one should smell as appealing as he does at this moment. Dragus closes the distance before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting down softly. I shiver and the foreign feelings of arousal hit me, and I moan against his lips. He chuckles before pulling back and it is like a fog has been lifted. “Fae still feel the pull, or did that feel like nothing to you?” he asks, and I swallow. Dragus gets up before walking back to the door and stopping. “An hour and I will be back to get you.” I nod because what else could I say, it isn’t like I had a choice in this. I sit there reading for about forty minutes, finally finishing the book. I pick up both books and look at the cover of the Dragon book. It looks old, but its size is daunting as I flick t
I have this strange sensation rush over me, blistering heat consumes every piece of skin. I feel like I am boiling from the inside out. Sweat coats my skin and my hair is saturated and stuck to my face. I am so hot I find it difficult to breathe, having to really focus on each breath I took forcing myself to breathe. Rolling over, I feel delirious, like I have been drugged as the entire room shakes violently around me. I look toward the bed, but all three are still sound asleep. My mouth is so dry my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. Getting on my hands and knees, I try to crawl to the bathroom. My knees getting stuck inside the oversized shirt making me fall forward with a thump. My hands are glowing red, so hot I think my skin would melt off at any moment. I grit my teeth through the pain that is searing throughout my body from my head to my toes. My entire body becomes consumed with fiery heat. Using the end of the bed, I pull myself to my feet hanging on to the bedpost.
Silas pulled some books off one of the shelves, revealing a safe. He pulled a key from his pocket and placed the key in the lock before opening it. I watched as he pulled out my grandmother’s book wrapped in a clean silk cloth. “You knew what it was didn’t you?” I ask and he turns to look at me. “I knew the moment I saw the emblem on the front. I have seen this before. Before the war began, we have been looking for it” he said, opening it. “Why?” “Because it is supposed to say how to break the curse,” he says before pulling the cloth off and revealing my grandmother’s book. “And If I can’t read it?” I ask.
I shook my head at what I just read, anger coursing through me. Dragus said he was forcing me to sleep up in their room to forge the mate bond, that I wouldn’t be able to resist the pull. I understood their logic for it. They need their mate to have offspring. I get it. Not once did they mention that once the third dragon heat hits, I would die. They know I don’t want this and they’re forcing me to choose, live or die. Well, jokes on them if dying is what it takes to be free of them. Then I am fine with that. Out of the three of them I trusted Dragus the most, and I felt a little betrayed that he wouldn’t warn me that the dragon heat is lethal. No wonder it felt like burning alive. Exactly how hot did I have to become to die, because if that was the first heat and I lived, does that mean the second and third will be worse? I wasn’t sure I would handle the pain. Last time I passed out, will
“He will calm down. I will go check on him in a minute. Are you right with Matitus?” Dragus asks. I look at Matitus and he is watching me, wanting to know my answer. I nod and Dragus smiles before walking off. I go to get off his lap, Matitus grabs my hips forcing me to remain on him. “I won’t do anything, I like it when you're close” he says, his eyes softening as he leans in, pressing his face into the crook of my neck and inhaling. I flinch when his nose touches the skin of my neck. He pulls back, worry on his face as he eyes my neck. I try to say something, opening and closing my mouth, but I feel like something is lodged painfully in my throat from his vice-like grip. Matitus looks up and watches me, before biting into his wrist, his eyes not leaving mine. His wrist starts bleeding, and I can see his tee
I feel Matitus drape his arm over my shoulders, tugging me toward him as we follow Silas outside. We walk around to the doors and as soon as the doors open up, it blasts us with cold air. The harsh frosty air makes me shiver before I feel something heavy draped over my shoulders, making me look over my shoulder. I see Silas had draped a fur cloak over my shoulders. I grip it, tugging it closer. It was warm and thick. Silas then moved in front of me and tied a belt around my waist, holding the cloak closed. He then steps aside and motions for me to step out. I did. The wind hitting my face harshly and I feel a hood be placed over my head, not realising the cloak had one. They walked me around the castle grounds. Snow had blown in overnight leaving a dusting of snow on everything making it colder today. Looking at the three of them I noticed none of them had coats on, Dragus was walking aroun
“Are you nuts?” I hear Dragus scream up to me. “No, I knew he wouldn’t let me die, must say I didn’t expect him to shift though” I said trying to figure out how to get down. His dragon was magnificent and so large. His breathing makes me go up and down on his back. “How do I get down?” I called out looking at the ground, making me gulp. It would hurt falling from this height. I stroke his large bat-like wings and they move. When I hear movement behind me, I look over my shoulder. I am shocked to see Matitus walking along the back of the dragon. “If you’re here?” I ask. “Yes, you are on Silas” he says, a grin on his face at my shock. He holds out his hand to me and I grab it. Instead of showing me how to get