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“I don’t know which is worse.” The truth in my statement is unsettling.
“The worst thing that could happen is that you give him your heart and he breaks it.” She grabs a few peppers and onions and chops them with ease as she adds, “And I have a feeling Drago wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, Kara.”
I almost tell her he lied to me. I almost tell her I don’t know that I trust myself around him. Instead I just say straight to the point, “I may be pregnant with his dragonlings.” I don’t need to explain that matters would get far more complicated if I am pregnant. I grip the edge of the counter a little tighter as Zinnea unwraps another sweet, pretending not to be listening but I’m all too aware she is.
There’s no judgment at all in Mrs. Sarah’s response. She doesn’t stop her knife or the chopping. “He should be able to scent by now. It’s nearly instant for dragons.”
“How instant?” I ask, my neck and cheeks heating.
“Within hours of your heat leaving you, you would smell of pregnancy.” The vegetables drop into the pot, and she busies herself cleaning the cutting board.
As my insecurities and a million questions race in my mind, I ask her, “Do you smell it?”
“Sweetheart, I’m just a human. You’d have to ask a dragon that. And seeing as how your Drago is the only dragon around right now, maybe you should ask him.”
“Where are his brothers?” I question. “Cyrus and Galen?”
“They should be back by night fall.” She takes in a nervous breath. “They’ve gone to see about acquiring someone.” A shudder runs through her body.
“You’re worried?” I ask.
Her eyes find mine. “A bit. I’m sure they’ll be careful, but what they’re doing could”—she hesitates before saying—“add complications.”
A chill runs down my shoulders. I look at the exit to the kitchen and wonder where Drago is.
“Let’s go Kara,” Zinnea says with an upbeat voice as she hops off the counter. “It’s time to go shopping.” I watch as she pockets more sweets and winks at me. Well, if nothing else, it’ll give me a distraction and get me out of here.
DRAGO
Iscent the air as soon as I get to the dining hall. But the scent of her heat is long gone, and the scent of her pregnancy doesn’t exist. It didn’t happen. My throat runs dry and my heart sinks. As I take another step, I know in my soul that it’s true. I’d be able to scent her pregnancy by now. She’s not carrying my dragonlings.
With every hollow step I take, my brother’s warning comes back to me. She’ll more than likely never heat again so long as she’s in my presence. The door groans as I open it and I do everything in my power not to show the emotions that riddle their way through me. I’d hoped for dragonlings with her and a future that would carry a legacy. The moment my gaze meets hers, all thoughts of what I once hoped for are quieted. Looking into her gorgeous hazel eyes, a smile plays at my lips and a pull I can’t control soothes my worries. It appears my feelings are one-sided, however. Her eyes are narrowed and her mouth is pursed as she sits at a high table in the corner of the bedroom. Her little ass is still mad. Although it’s sexy as hell, I’m ready for her to be my little pet again. I love her fight; I love her submission to me even more. As the door closes with a resounding click, I decide I will gain her forgiveness if it’s the last thing I do.
She’s the greatest treasure I’ve ever had. I won’t let her go.
In front of her is an empty plate with some sort of sauce smeared and tiny bits of broccoli left over. She already ate. Without me.
“How was dinner?” I ask as sarcastically as I can. She has the decency to at least drop her gaze in what appears to be guilt before lifting her head once again and answering.
“Delicious.” She twists her fingers nervously but gives me hard eyes as she says, “I spent some of your money as well. I needed normal clothing.” She doesn’t keep eye contact and I know she isn’t comfortable with it. But I’m pleased she did. Every step I take toward her is cautious.
“Good.” It’s then that I see she’s in a simple, pale pink dress. She’d look stunning in anything she wore. “You look beautiful. I’m glad you were able to find some things to your taste here.” The tension in the air between us is thick. Kara tenses her shoulders and I’m not sure if it’s because she didn’t enjoy the trip or because I’m getting closer to her. My eyes travel to her neck.
She took off her collar. My body heats with a sense of anger, but also something else. Loss. Fuck, that hurts. My dragon stirs with fire, and I have to pause, uncertain of what to do.
“Did you have a nice time?” I ask, to focus on anything other than the fact that she took off her collar. She’ll be my pet again and begging for my forgiveness as she comes undone on my cock. The thought is calming. I’ll bide my time until then.
“Can you smell anything?” she asks with a clipped tone, staring past me at the closed door. It’s all too obvious she’s planning to leave. No dragonlings. No mate. No Kara.
I won’t allow it. I take another step toward her. “Sorry, my treasure. I can’t tell yet.” I lie to her. I’ll lie for as long as I can so that I can keep her.
“You said it would only take a few days.” Her voice is laced with irritation.
A lump rises in my throat; I hate that she wants to leave me.
I don’t answer her and I don’t have to. She continues speaking. “I heard the women talking. Galen and Cyrus left.” She finally looks back at me with concern rather than anger. “You're going to go to war with Victor, aren’t you?”
I shake my head. “There’s no need to start a war. Galen merely wants an opportunity to court someone they’re hiding from us.”
