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The most distorted of those realities is my heart racing in my chest as I return to the arena. I stop giggling, eyes raking up the side of the building while I wonder what Lily meant when she said I’d see Aragon in action.
Thanks to the twins, I’d only briefly heard about the training arena. The place where the dragon shifters gather to train in combat piqued my interest before. I asked Aragon if I was allowed out of the castle. For the exact reason to see the dragons in training—see them shift.
Right now, as a shiver passes through me, I’m nervous about heading inside. Seeing Aragon again isn’t as tempting as I thought it would be, especially after our brief encounter this morning.
He’s cold again, like he wants to forget about our passionate tryst just as badly as I do.
I take a deep breath to renew my composure, about to step forward when someone clears their throat behind me.
“Look what we have here…” comes a condescending voice from behind me. Turning hesitantly, I’m met by a group of people I only saw outside the castle. Behind the castle doors, I was safe.
Right now, I’m in the middle of nowhere, exposed to the hostility. Gulping, I remain calm, pretending that I’m bolder than I feel.
The one with long, blonde hair raises a brow as she steps forward. Standing at least a foot taller than me, she’s imposing despite her tinier frame. I can’t help but feel how mortal and disadvantaged I am when she crosses her dainty arms.
“This must be the new weakling,” the woman chides as the group behind her giggle.
“Oh, yeah… The human,” another remarks venomously as she steps forward, her shimmering brunette curls bouncing off her shoulders. Her blue eyes narrow despicably at me. “Aragon’s dirty little human slut.”
The clicks of their tongues and their derisive looks send a cold shiver down my spine. I’ve never been one to accept snide remarks. In any other situation, I would have lashed out and given them a piece of my mind.
The thought in the back of my mind has me holding my tongue—these are dragon shifters. Five of them, to be exact. At any given moment, they could rip my head off my shoulders. I gulp hard, averting my gaze as another makes a snide remark.
“Look at her…” A female voice chortles. “She’s not even built well.”
“Yeah…” another adds with a sardonic chuckle. “... She probably hasn’t worked out a day in her measly human life.”
I suddenly become conscious of my very existence, the brutality of their words slicing daggers through my very being. I never cared for bullying up until now. Right now, I feel like a helpless child on the brink of tears because of a bunch of unruly characters.
“That’s enough!” A familiar voice roars from behind me, prompting me to lift my head as hope fills my chest. My heart skips a beat, his mere presence almost having me turn around to fling my arms around his neck with gratitude.
As soon as they look up, everyone in the group steps back with horror in their petrified eyes. They feel it, too—the powerful aura of Aragon’s presence. Smirking, I lift my chin defiantly when he stands beside me.
“What are you doing here?” he bellows at the group.
“Er—nothing,” the blonde shakes her head. “We were just getting to know the human.”
“She has a name…” Aragon proclaims with a tilted chin, his fists curled at his sides. “... And her name is Yazmine. She is my mate.”
The group of women nod their heads tersely before backing away. Almost as if they’d heard something telepathically that scared them off.
Relief washes over me when it’s just Aragon and I. I turn to him, smiling with gratitude when I’m faced with his glare.
“What are you doing alone out here?!” he roars, nostrils flaring. It’s almost as if the air he exhales is fiery, burning my flesh when it fans my face.
“I—I was—”
“I don’t care!” he cuts me off abruptly, sending an alarming shiver down my spine. “Get back inside, Yazmine!”
The anger flashing in his eyes is too daunting to stand by and absorb. Horrified, I quickly dash back toward the castle, fearful of his wrath toward me. Fearful of the feeling internally that had me feeling relief that he’d been my savior today.
I never needed saving before. So it shouldn’t affect me at all that he’d swooped in at the right time.
Yet, it does. His mere presence affects me, and I hate it.
Chapter 17 - Aragon
I grip my arm where the extraction of bone marrow had taken place, shaking my head in chastising myself.
