Elora My eyes fluttered open to see the ceiling, my entire body was aching, and I knew the fates didn’t grant my wish of death. No, they once again failed me, painfully proving to me that they didn’t care for us anymore. My eyes scan the room and I see Dragus to my side, casually flicking through the page of my grandmother’s book. Sitting up, I look down to realize I am just in my underwear. I quickly cover myself with the sheet underneath me before sitting up. “You’re awake, how do you feel?” Dragus says, dropping the book in my lap. Freeing my hand, I snatch it away from his sight. “Like I have been hit by a truck,” I tell him. Every part of my body ached. Especially my back. Moving even slightly made my breathing wheeze loudly. “Can honestly say no one has ever referred to me as a truck,” comes a voice I was sure would haunt me for the rest of my life. Silas walks into the room, his height alone was intimidating, he was taller than both Dragus and Matitus. His reptilian
Dragus grabs my elbow and pulls me down the stairs and all the way to my room. He says nothing the entire time, but I can tell he is angry. Not like Silas angry, but still his anger was enough that I can sense it. When we get to the room, he pushes the door open and shoves me in. “We told you not to provoke him, we didn’t say it for our benefit but yours. You will learn Elora he isn’t as forgiving as Matitus and I,” he says, before turning on his heel and walking out. Sitting on the bed, I look out the small arched window, the open fireplace cast shadows on the stone walls making this depressive cold room feel claustrophobic, as if the shadows would come off the walls and transform into more monsters to haunt me. I had never been scared of the dark but being here I knew I should fear it more than I had. Only now recognizing the true extent of what lurked in the shadows, that knowledge made the walls feel like they were closing in on this already small room. It is dark outside, and it
Two days, it has been two days since I have seen anyone other than the old woman who drops off my meals. I am becoming claustrophobic, the walls seem to press closer and closer the longer they hold me here. I learned the old woman’s name today. Her name is Marian. So that is something, I guess. She was always on edge and never looked me in the eye. I can tell she was too scared to, and it made me wonder what they had done to her in the past that she would only ever have her eyes glued to the floor. It is nearly dinner time. I can just see out the small window enough to see that the sun had gone down. Only when the door opened, it wasn’t Marian. Matitus walks in with my dinner before placing it on the table. He growls angrily when he sees I haven’t touched my food once again. I ignore his presence. “Why aren’t you eating?” he bellows. His anger didn’t bother me, I had become quite content with the idea of death. At least I would be out of this world, maybe wake up to a different life
Silas POV Watching as she left, I feel the bond pull me, wanting to go after her. Some invisible gravitational pull towards her. She infuriated me, yet I couldn’t help the feelings she awakened within me. The fates really were testing me, and I refuse to let history repeat itself. This was our last chance, one hundred years waiting for her. One hundred years of praying to find her. Were they really that cruel to punish us again? The Oracle gave us hope that finding our mate would restore the balance. Meeting Elora though, left me unsure. She was determined not to let us have her. It was foolish of her to think she could escape us. A hundred years and there is no way I will let her bloodline destroy me again. How Aziza’s thought the first time they would escape my wrath I didn’t understand, foolish enough to believe that there would be no retribution over their actions. We could have avoided all this, if they just handed her over like promised. They made the treaty, and they still br
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.