“This all looks absolutely amazing, Helen. You’ve truly outdone yourself.”
I barely managed to contain my eye roll. Two hours of mingling and all of it has consisted of these simpering suck ups. Yes, the ballroom is gorgeous, but why wouldn’t it be? It’s filled with my ideas. My mother may have implemented it all, but I was the visionary behind it. And I didn’t need praise from the likes of this wide mouthed idiot disgustingly stuffed into a gown two sizes too small. My mother smiled and thanked her before the next one popped up and offered her condolences.
“Phil and I wanted to let you know that we’re praying for the full recovery of Soaré. I hate that she suffers so much. You’d think with modern medicine she would be able to live a better life.”
 
“Please don’t make me do this again. You know how it’ll end. I feel nothing for him,” I pleaded. The woman who birthed me, The Queen—no one dared use her real name—didn’t even spare me a glance. She just crinkled her nose, as if smelling something rotten, and continued to fiddle with the tray of food set on the table in the center of the opulent room. I’d only had minimal input on the décor, but I liked it. From the mound of decorative pillows on the couches to the heavy drapes covering the windows, shades of purple from soft lavender to dark eggplant were sprinkled everywhere the eye touched. I waited, anxiety ridden, wondering if she would respond. Her, my father, my entire clan, all expected me to join with one of the coveted Glacier Warriors and reach the full potential
As the guards exited behind her and the doors closed, I looked at Lily, shocked to see her shoulders shaking. "What is it? Are you okay?" I asked in concern. "Girl, had started singing mother knows best I would have lost it!" She choked out, shoulders shaking harder as she leaned against my vanity. A giggle escaped me as I pictured my mother breaking out into a classic Disney song and dance. Soon we were both laughing as quietly as we could, tears streaming down our faces as we held onto each other. Sighing Lily stood up and wiped the last of the tears from off her face. She knelt at my side and took my hands. "Listen, you know I’d never lie to you. This is going to be hard and it’s going to be sad and it's going to make you angry. But you can and you will get through this. You’re so much stronger than your mother knows. Than even you know. It will be okay." She held my gaze with hers waiting while I took a deep breath and nodded.
“No!” The word spewed vehemently from my lips. If they thought I would allow this then they knew nothing about me. I knew they would do whatever it took to ensure my ascension to the throne and if I were to think logically, I would see their reasoning behind choosing Kormen. He was the strongest amongst our warriors. The fiercest. Unparalleled in his resilience. If anyone stood a chance against balancing my power, it was surely Kormen. However, I was not in a logically thinking frame of mind. They would not make me do this. They could not. I loved Kormen. Just as much as I loved my real brother, Dallon. It was not an intimate kind of love, but that of the closest friend possible. My feelings toward him were and would always be nothing more than platonic. In spite of his strength, I would kill him. They had to know this. They had to understand that this was a sacrifice not worth making. He wouldn’t survive this. I wouldn’t survive this.
Dark colors blurred for a moment then they were there before me. The three strangers. I hadn’t thought it was possible for them to look even more menacing, and yet they did. Backs straight, no longer slouched carelessly, and bulging muscles poised to either attack or defend, they were a sight to behold. But their leader; the one front and center, a few steps ahead of the two flanking him? He was glorious. His dark hair grazed his wide shoulders. Golden amber eyes glared at me; his full lips pulled into a tight slash across his handsome face.. Black clothing head to toe, made a valiant attempt at concealing his powerfully built physique. Broad shouldered, wide chested, he was truly a feast for the eyes and Vetur definitely took notice. Hands as big as dinner plates remained loose, palms open and facing me, at his sides. Loose and empty.He’d chosen to face me without a weapon, but his e
Muted light graced my closed eyelids and a soft surface pillowed my body. My aching body. I tried to recall if anything I had done warranted such an ache. I wanted to slip back into sleep, but I could smell him. Feel him. The sweet, smoky scent of burning wood and the warmth of a roaring fire. I felt relaxed and as though I had slept long enough to be well-rested, but I was still exhausted. “You will feel that way until we complete our bond. Or join, as your people call it.” Again, I could hear him. Could practically feel his voice caress my mind, but I knew what I was hearing was only in my head. “It is the way of dragons. We can communicate with our mates without actually speaking. I can feel your emotions, hear most of your thoughts, see some of
Well, shit. It was me. I was blocking our bond and I didn’t even know how I was doing it. “How do I stop?” His eyes searched mine. What he looked for I didn’t know, but finally a hint of cockiness enter those beautiful amber orbs. Cupping my cheek he leaned forward, slowly, as if giving me time to stop him. His lips brushed mine, soft and teasing, before his tongue swept forward to caress the seam of my lips. I opened for him, my eyes closing. His hand slipped to the back of my head, pulling me in closer, melding his mouth to mine. Our tongues danced a sultry tango, pushing and pulling, twisting and twining. Pulling back slightly he nibbled my bottom lip before sucking it between his. I moaned deep in my throat as his kisses moved down to my neck. “What do you f
I floated in and out of consciousness. Sometimes, when I awoke, only Kormen would be there. Other times Celeste appeared. Each time I surfaced, I called out for Valen hoping he would answer. He didn’t. For the first time in my life, I was bothered by the cold. It was no longer welcoming and comforting to me. After being wrapped in his warmth, I doubted my body would ever get used to my normally chilly state. When I woke again, Dallon sat beside my bed. Christmas lights and decorations covered every visible surface. A massive tree took up one corner of the room, silver tinsel and purple ornaments creating an alluring display. The smell of pine flowed heavily in the air. Had I not been tied to the bed I laid upon and realizing I wore nothing but a thin t-shirt beneath this blanket, I would have been intrigued by the sight. It’d been years since I’d seen Christmas décor, but tied to the freaking bed! I
“Let’s be frank, Cyan. I spent your entire life molding you into the perfect specimen. It was always my intention to make sure you reached your full potential. And look at you. You’re the Vetur. The most powerful of all of us.” Her nose wrinkled as though she’d smelled something foul. “Well, you were before you met that dragon bastard. Regardless, I never would have let anyone harm you or do anything that would keep you from ascending the throne. You are my daughter and in spite of what you may think, I love you, unconditionally. I will always do what I believe is best for you.” I was barely able to hold back rolling my eyes. “Did it ever occur to you, or anyone else, that maybe what you thought was best for me, actually wasn’t? I mean, come on, you have me tied to a bed!” I raised my arms as high as I could and shook the rest