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Chapter 17

I wake up well rested, like I have been asleep for days. I go into the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. I stare into the mirror to see my skin glowing, my eyes vibrant, even my hair looks healthier and has more shine to it. But the most startling thing is the purple tattoos running down my face. They have spread down my neck. They differed from my normal Fae markings from when I manifested. These feel warm to the touch. I pull my shirt off to find that from my temple down the side of my neck to my shoulders and wrapped down my arm, are what looks like purple flames. The ones on my face are still tiny violet flower blossoms with intricate vines that are a darker purple with amethyst leaves but from where my mark sits on my neck, they change to a swirling pattern of silver, gold, and purple. The flames bleed out of my mark and run the rest of the way to my elbow.

The patterns swirl and sparkle under the lights. Putting my shirt back on, I give up trying to figure out what it is, going into the closet and grabbing some leggings. Once I’m dressed, I head down the stairs looking for my mates, only to find Abigail in the kitchen.

“Abigail, are you alright?” I ask, stepping into the room. She has tears staining her cheeks.

“You’re awake,” she says, looking at me in shock. I nod, stepping a little closer.

“Yes, I just woke up. Is everything alright? You look like you have been crying.”

“Yes, everything is fine. Just tired,” Abigail replies.

Just as I’m about to go to her, I feel a hand tug me back, sparks running up my arm, and my heart beats erratically in my chest at the sight of him.

“You’re awake, little one,” Silas says, pulling me to him and wrapping his arms around me. I melt into him, loving the feel of his touch and his warm embrace. Gazing up, he stares down at me, kissing my lips softly. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. If he is surprised, he doesn’t show it. Silas chuckles against my lips, and I step back, remembering Abigail is in the room with us. Turning around, she is gone. I walk further into the kitchen to find her, when Silas’s hand on my arm stops me.

“Where did she go?” I ask aloud.

“She has work to do,” Silas says but by the tone of his voice he seems mad at her which confused me. Silas pulls me against him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and walking us into the corridor. Then he pulls me toward the library.

When we enter, Matitus and Dragus peer up, a smile on both their faces, and I can’t help but smile back at them. The mate bond is in full force; It’s making me want to run to them, pulling me toward them. It feels strange, but I also like it. Dragus comes to me first, kissing me and picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, then feel Matitus behind me; he kisses my shoulder and I shiver. I feel him tug the collar of his shirt that I am wearing away, gazing at the mark.

“What?” Silas asks when suddenly my shirt is being pulled off. I shiver from the cold draft pressing closer to Dragus and stealing his warmth. Fingers trace my markings, their shock evident through the bond we now shared.

“Is it bad?” I ask, confused.

“I’m not sure, I think it’s because we marked you,” Silas says.

“I recognize the marking though; they’re Fae symbols for Dragon,” Matitus says. Silas’s fingers brush over my breast, and I moan when he squeezes my hardened nipple, making my legs tighten around Dragus’s waist. Dragus laughs while Silas tugs my shirt down and I instantly miss his touch.

“Obviously, the bond has kicked in,” Dragus chuckles, leaning in and inhaling my scent. Dragus turns around, placing me on the edge of the desk. He stands between my legs, and I peer down at what they are looking at. My grandmother’s journal is open and I can see the writing. I go to pick it up when it vanishes from my hand.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, holding my hand out expectantly. Silas puts it in the safe and I frown. He’s hiding something.

“What did it say? Does it say how to break the curse?”

Silas is silent for a second before turning to me, and Dragus moves. Silas takes his place between my legs and I can feel Matitus and Dragus are a little uneasy about something.

“It tells you how to break it, doesn’t it?”

Silas glances to Matitus over my shoulder, and I look, too. Matitus is glaring at Silas, making me frown. What has gotten into these two?

“It does,” Silas says, staring down at me and my eyes light up excited to know. If I break the curse on the Dragon Kings, it means I can break the curse on the Fae.

“It doesn’t matter right now. We can discuss it later,” Silas tells me, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. Silas then pinches my chin between his fingers and bringing his lips to mine. Arousal floods me instantly as I pull him closer, and he groans into my mouth. My hand goes to his side as I pull him closer to me, my core pulsating in anticipation. I have never felt this aroused. The sparks rush over my skin, threatening to set me on fire.

I hear their voices resounding around me yet their lips aren’t moving. Matitus speaks to both Silas and Dragus, and I pull away, peering up at Silas questionably.

“What?” Silas asks, giving me an odd look. Did I just imagine it? Did I hear correctly? Silas kissed me and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“She’s going to hate us, she will never agree, Silas,” Dragus’s voice says in my head. Or maybe I was in his?

Silas’s growl vibrates through my head like a freight train as he kisses me more fiercely.

“She doesn’t have a choice,” he snaps back at Dragus. I pull back.

What the fuck are they talking about?