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Somehow I hear Galen leave after a few shouted words from Drago as I pace the small area in front of the vanity. Drago walks in with an air of dominance, but I look straight back at him without displaying the very real fear I feel. My gut churns and my body chills with a cold sweat.
“You lied to me.” The words erupt from my lips with malice. I can hardly hear anything over the sound of my heart trying to beat out of my chest. Heat. That’s why I’m not myself. It wasn’t a spell. It’s something unnatural that’s taken hold of me. It must be. I’m only human. We don’t “heat.” As questions pile up, so does the agony of knowing I was being used.
“You don’t understand, treasure.” I fucking hate that he’s using my pet name right now.
“Don’t you dare call me that,” I scream at him. He blanches at my anger, but I don’t give a shit if I’ve surprised him. If I’m not being a good pet. “You didn’t just want to fuck me. You wanted to breed me!”
“No, my dragon was attracted to you before I scented you.” He puts both his hands up as if in surrender, but as he takes a step toward me, I take a step back. He’s far too close, too powerful, too on edge, and my heart won’t stop racing. My legs bump into the seat at the vanity with an unfortunate step back. I fall and land hard on my ass and try to brace my myself. I’m not as successful as I’d like. I wince from the pain and grab my wrist. That fucking hurt.
Before I know it, he’s on his knees next to me holding my wrist in his hands. His scent engulfs me as does his warm touch and I hate it. I snatch my wrist away.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I’m barely able to speak through clenched teeth. “You don’t get to touch me anymore.”
He takes a sharp inhale and looks deep into my eyes. I don’t drop his gaze. I hope he knows how fucked this is. I can’t believe I fell for him. My heart sinks deep down and twists into a painful knot. Tears leak down my face, but I don’t break eye contact. I won’t do it. His hand comes out, I assume to wipe my tears, but I shove him away. “Leave me alone!”
“Treasure.” I shoot daggers at him for daring to call me that.
I practically spit the word in his face, “Red.” I ignore the hurt in his eyes.
“Kara,” he attempts to placate me with a warning tone.
“I’m such a fucking idiot. I should’ve left when I had the chance.” I swallow thickly, resolving myself. “I want to leave.”
“You may be pregnant.” His simple statement is his answer.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I say and bite back the tears.
“You begged for it.”
“Fuck you!” That fucking prick! How fucking dare he throw that in my face. I wanted him because I fucking loved him! Him! Because I was stupid to think he loved me too. This heat, this spell between us, whatever this is, it has a grip on me I could never fight. I was foolish enough to accept his kindness thinking all he wanted in return was me. I swallow the spiked lump growing in my throat.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, Kara.” He has the audacity to sound sorrowful as I sit hunched over in his bathroom.
I close my eyes and shake my head, hating how badly it hurts. I can’t talk to him. “Leave me alone.” I can’t even look at him right now.
“I’ll know soon if you’re pregnant.” His voice is hard, but there’s a trace of sadness. “You’ll stay till then.” Tears free-fall down my face as my body shakes with sadness.
Then I’ll leave. My body goes numb, and I listen as his heavy steps lead him away from me.
Only after the door is shut, I bury my face into my hands and cry. My shoulders shake and tremble and then I regain my composure. He slams the bedroom door loud enough for me to know he’s gone.
I don’t want him to come back and find me like this. And I can’t lock the damn door. My eyes widen with realization. I can’t lock this door. I get to my feet and run to the bedchamber’s door. It’s already shut so I quickly shove the key in and turn, just the way he did last night.
I lock him out. If he won’t let me leave, then he certainly cannot stay. I may not have anything else in this life. But at least I’ll have one moment to put distance between us and cry in peace. I crawl into Drago’s bed and pull the cover over my head as the reality sinks in. I was nothing more than a pawn to him. Why does it hurt so much though? I have loved and lost before, better people than Drago. Longer relationships than this. Hurting all over and unable to think straight, I let exhaustion and sadness take me to sleep hoping when I wake up, it will all have been a horrible dream.
DRAGO
“You’re a prick Galen,” I practically seethe, allowing my anger to penetrate the thick tension between us. My brother rises from his seat at the dining table as I enter the hall. He stands with his hands up in surrender as he narrows his eyes. I want to fucking beat the shit out of him. I want to slam my fist into his face and take out all this anger on him, but there are only rare occasions when violence is needed and now is not one of them. Besides, we made a pact long ago not to fight one another. And it’s worked well for us for this long, there’s no reason to start a war over a little miscommunication.
Cyrus cocks a brow at me but doesn’t move from his seat as I pull mine back, allowing the chair to scrape along the floor, the sound breaking the tension ever so slightly. Even though my dragon paces with worry and my muscles are still tense with irritation, I force myself to sit back. She’s angry because I withheld. I know all too well her disappointment is my own doing. She’ll forgive me though. I know she will. As I clear my throat, doubt twists my heart in pain, but I push it down. Galen’s at the head of the table with me on his right and Cyrus on his left. I put my elbow on the table and flex my hand. I know she’ll forgive me. A little white lie is certainly not going to keep her from me.
“You know I didn’t mean it, Drago.” Galen speaks with sincerity, and I nod in acknowledgment. I believe him. We’d never fuck each other over, but that doesn’t change the fact that now my Kara, my treasure, is angry with me.
“She safeworded me because of it.” I look Galen in the eyes so he knows how irritated I am.
He smirks at me with a wicked twinkle in his eyes and shrugs. “Not the first time.”
A deep crease settles in my forehead as his comment sinks in. I sit forward in my chair with disbelief. “You were listening?”
