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I pace back to his bedchambers, walking around his large form. I say without looking back at him, “I’ll see you at dinner, Drago.”
KARA
Iknow nothing of a life of wealth or power. Nearly everything I think I know about dragons could be untrue. So much of my current reality evades me. But I am all too aware, as I sit in silk, that there is much to be grateful for. Even if he lied. Even if he only wishes to use me. This could be a life protected. Or at least a moment where I could truly rest without worry.
That’s what I keep thinking. Drago saved my life. He’s treated me better than I’ve ever expected. I love what he does to me in every way, physically. Even if I don’t want to be lied to nor do I wish to be used. A very broken, beaten down part of me wants to submit and be grateful. An even more depraved part of me wants to tell him it could happen in a few years or more. That desperate piece of my soul hopes he’ll give me his attention for that long if he believes it’ll be possible to breed me.
I haven’t moved from the grand bed and silence has left me with a mix of thoughts.
Most of them lead to one conclusion: if I stay, I will fall for him beyond repair. He will have every bit of control, and a part of me craves nothing more than that. All the rest of me though, knows never to trust a dragon.
A loud bang of the door swinging open catches me off guard and has a scream of surprise tearing from my throat.
“My Lady, are you all right?” A young woman asks from the doorway. She’s dressed like the others in a simple linen dress. Her long, dark hair is braided and put up in a perfect and tightly pinned back bun. Her skin is like porcelain and her eyes are the palest blue. I’ve never seen someone with such dark hair yet light eyes. She’s young and lean, probably my age. She raises her brows in question and takes a step forward. “Are you all right, my Lady?”
I nod my head and my forehead pinches in confusion as I whisper my question. “Why are you calling me Lady?”
Her back straightens and her head bows as she clasps her hands in front of her and answers in a hushed tone. “We’ve been told to address you in that manner. Forgive me; please allow me to address you as you see fit. I need only to know what you prefer.” She talks to the ground, and it makes my stomach twist in a knot.
“Stop it.” I crawl off the bed and walk to her. She takes a step back like she’s afraid of me. “You can call me whatever the hell you want to. My name is Kara, so I’d prefer that, but I’ve been known as that bitch before also so that works too. What else did he tell you?”
She looks up at me with bewildered eyes. “M—” She clears her throat. “Kara?”
“Yes?”
“You’d prefer for us to call you Kara?” she asks as though she doesn’t understand the simple normalcy.
“That’s my name. What’s yours?” I ask.
“Zinnea,” she answers.
“Oh, that’s pretty. Like a flower.” She blushes and smiles sweetly before returning her gaze to the floor.
“Stop looking at the floor please. You can look at me like anyone else. I’m not a Lady.”
“Lord Arrington has informed us that you are his mate, and you are to be treated as such.”
A warmth spreads over me but I don’t trust it. The young woman stares back to me, waiting for my response. “I’m not certain that’s true.”
Her eyes widen. “You don’t wish to be with him?”
I look behind her into the hall before asking, and completely ignoring her question, “Where do you go for privacy?”
“In the den mostly.”
“Could we go there, or anywhere else that’s not this room?” I ask her.
“Yes, I could give you a tour of sorts, if you’d like?”
“Please. Let me change first and then I’d like to get out of this room.” I turn to go to the pile of clothes and breathe deeply. The jewelry is in boxes next to it and that reminds me of the collar on my neck. I fiddle with the clasp in the back, but I can’t get it.
“Zinnea?” I ask as I turn to her, “would you please unhook this for me?”
“Your collar?”
“Yes,” I answer. “I can’t get it.”
“M—” she corrects herself. “I’m afraid that Lord Arrington will be extremely displeased if his collar was removed by anyone other than himself.”
