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That was beyond cruel. There was no justification for it. Draco exhaled, shaking off the weight of our conversation. "Anyway, enough about Randy. It’s just unfortunate we’ll have to team up with him for this mess." I narrowed my eyes. "Team up with him? For what?" Draco leaned back, arms crossed, watching me carefully. "You saw those photos, right?" I nodded. The images were burned into my mind. The carnage. The blood. The undeniable message behind it.

"what's your point? Weren't you supposed to be leaving the country?" Draco: Correct, but first I wanted to drop off a present. "hear this, I have no time for your antics." Draco: Fine. And here I thought you'd rejoice knowing I possess every shred of data about Miley Hales and her endearing offspring, who oddly enough bear a striking resemblance to you... he blocked me from grabbing the documents, clearly wanting something, and it's not hard to guess what. Draco: Tell me, wasn't this the very lady who drugged you years ago?

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

While waiting in the carriage pavilion, I activated my communication mirror, only to discover that Draco had uploaded a massive sequence of memory-images featuring the two of us onto the Citadel’s shared spiritual network. I reviewed Draco’s public posts over and over, my breath catching. He hadn't attached a single word or rune of explanation to the files. He had simply displayed a handful of images, including several clear shots where my arms were cradling his bundle of white roses.

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"

Patrick cursed and with that, he varnished like a light fragment and materialized just behind Lucas, sending him off with the kick he didn't get to land on him earlier? “Ahh,” Draco groaned as he was sent flying and tumbling in a circle on the floor. While tumbling, he saw a glimpse of some minors aiming to come at him. They were the ones that stopped their attack after a high-ranking gel had joined the fight, but after seeing Draco was being flung they decided to chip in. “Ice wolf.” Draco shouted, and countless wolves plummeted out of his body, blazing white as snow. All the wolves shielded him and began to attack the minors who wanted to join in the fight.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

“Good luck Mr Grey, I look forward to seeing your progress.” “Thank you Mr Albescu.” I bowed my head at him in respect because I actually liked him, even though he was closely affiliated with the King. The identification process didn’t take that long. They took retinal scans, fingerprints, blood samples and photographed my dragon. A new identification card was printed with all my information on it and I was surprised to see that it had a gray tint to it. I also received a metal bracelet that was gray and locked around my wrist, water-proof and unbreakable.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

I ordered but he just kept silent. "The thing is, she hasn't snapped any pictures this week, this is the only thing I have about her right now" he mumbled, pushing the tablet on the table to me. I picked it up in a hurry and was amused about what I was watching, I don't know someone can be so cute and beautiful. "I want this in a display TV, I'll put it in my room instead of a picture" I requested, he nodded and walked out. "Sir, Sir" Draco was strutting in between the door and my secretary, Ava barged in without permission to do so.