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.
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