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Adora turns to face me and shuts the door to the fridge with a nudge of her wide hips. Her linen apron hangs looser, showing her pale blue blouse as she arranges the items in a pleasant manner—a variety of cheeses, slices of plums and grapes, crackers and breads, and thin slices of meats. “It’ll be another twenty minutes or so. But I’ll bring it right up, my Lord.”
“This seems fairly standard?” I question.
“It is.” She nods her head respectfully.
“I’d like to spoil her; is there something more…appetizing to humans?”
Adora does something I’ve rarely seen, she cracks a smile. “Lord Arrington, I’m not sure I’ve ever told you how wonderful it is to live in the castle.” My brows furrow in confusion until the woman continues. “Everything we eat is delicious. We have the finest of all sorts of meats and fruits we can imagine.” Her eyes shine with wisdom and sincerity before she returns to the refrigerator. She pulls out a second silver tray that’s already been prepared with a variety of olives and places it gently on the corner of the first. “I promise you she will enjoy something on this tray.” I purse my lips and reluctantly consider taking the tray.
“When the soup is finished, I’ll bring it to your chambers immediately.”
I purse my lips again before asking, “What is the most delicious food?”
“Well, that varies from person to person, but I enjoy chocolate truffles.” She smiles back with a knowing look. “They’re a bit heavier for their state,” she advises gently, “but I imagine a bite wouldn’t hurt. I’ll bring them up with your soup?”
I nod, understanding that perhaps a small but filling meal will be best for this evening. “Yes, I’m sure a bit of chocolate will be a nice finish as well.”
“I assure you she will be delighted with the serving this evening,” Adora states warmly, clasping her hands in front of her apron once again.
“Have someone bring the tray up.”
“I will, my Lord.”
With that I leave to return to my little treasure.
On my walk back to my bedchambers, I notice the light to the office trickling beneath the door frame. I’m uncertain if Cyrus or Galen occupies it, but I know I should check in with my brothers. They seemed concerned when I left with Kara, or rather when I stole her away unable to contain myself, and they should be. I silently curse myself for being so fucking obvious. Hopefully making an appearance and explaining my desire to have her as a pet will smooth things over. Steeling myself, I push the nerves down and prepare the tale I’ll tell them.
“I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Galen’s tone is teasing as I open the door. “I didn’t think you’d be able to pry yourself away.” My brother sits at a common spot on the right and I make my way to him. I huff a laugh and look over his shoulder at the computer screen. Isabella Faye. The list of her heritage travels down the screen. It’s impressive. There’s no doubt in my mind she possesses the ability to breed dragonlings.
In the upper right corner lays a picture of the gorgeous woman. She has a pear-shaped body, beautiful brown eyes, and a bright smile. Her hair is lighter than Kara’s, but nearly the same length, just past her shoulders. I expect to feel something, maybe jealousy, that I’ve given Galen his claim to her, but I feel nothing. I have my little treasure; I only hope she’ll be able to carry my dragonlings. I’ll know soon enough.
“I thought I should at least provide a meal for the distraught woman.”
Galen’s expression turns grim. “Yes, all three of them need to be fed well.” He takes a heavy breath. “I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have let Victor go without warning or consequence.”
“We need to talk about that. It seems he’s conspiring with vampires. I’d rather they be less immortal and more…fucking dead. But not now. I want to get back to my pet.”
“Pet?” He turns in his seat to look at me, and I make sure I keep my stare back even and carefree. I don’t lie to my brothers, but for her, I’ll make an exception.
“I can’t help that I have urges of what I’d like to do to her, and I do believe she will enjoy it.”
“You couldn’t pick a more…submissive pet?” I huff a rough laugh at his question.
A broad smile grows on my face. “You have no idea how right you are to question that, brother.” He smiles back at me and then turns back to the computer.
I tap his chair and turn to leave, but his voice stops me in my path. “I’m sure I still have my pet’s collar somewhere.” It’s been years since Galen has kept a woman, but as dragons we tend to hold on to our keepsakes.
“No.” The answer comes easily. “I want her to have her own.”
A perplexed look crosses his face but only for a moment and then he busies himself again with the computer. With his Isabella.
In time, I’ll buy Kara all the little trinkets a submissive should have. I’ll get her a collar adorned with a small lock etched with my name: Drago’s treasure. A grin pulls at my lips. I’ll buy that first. In the silence I glance to where I expect my other brother to be, only to find his chair empty.
“Where’s Cyrus?” I’m aware he doesn’t appear to be interested in this woman, but I’m certain he would at least be interested in researching her. He is, after all, always searching for something new and different to occupy him.
Galen looks back at me with a perplexed look. “He didn’t send you here?”
“What do you mean?”
