Page 4 of My Dragon Lovers

She smirked, although there was no humor in her smile. “Yes, we are, but you’ve been brought up to be proud of who you are. That’s not me. I don’t like this thing inside me. I don’t want to be a dragon. Frankly I wish I could reach into my soul and rip it all out. It would certainly make my life easier. I don’t want to hear the stories of Drakon. I don’t want to know our traditions. I don’t want any of that. I just want to get on with my life, is that really so hard to understand? Anyway, you’ve had plenty of time to come and find me again, but you left me alone. If you really cared then you wouldn’t have left it so long.”

“I wanted to, but…”

“But your parents, right? See, even if you wanted this to happen there’s still the fact that your parents won’t trust me. It’s just better if we leave it as it was. It might have been good for a while there, but it wasn’t meant to last. You should find yourselfa good dutiful girl who believes in the glory of dragons, because that certainly isn’t me.”

“But I don’t want that girl. I want you. Don’t you understand? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you after all this time. I keep thinking back to that moment when you flew away from me and I just… I keep wishing that I knew the right thing to say.”

She gave me a pitying look. “There is nothing to say Aidan. There’s nothing you can do to make this right. We were never destined to be more than memories. You should just leave me alone and find someone who can give you the life that you want. All I’m going to do is make people anxious that the second coming of Ilvar is upon them.”

“You’re not your father,” I gritted my teeth and stared at her. I had had the same arguments with my parents, who had warned me against going after her. I hated the fact that she believed the same thing. She just shrugged her shoulders. “It must be nice, right, to not care about anything? I bet life is easy for you, living out here, not worried about anything that’s happening. You can just let everything slip away and nobody gives a damn, because you’re hiding in the shadows, because you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” she hissed.

“Yes, you are. You’re afraid of letting anyone in. You’re afraid of feeling anything real. You’re afraid of-”

“I’ve had enough of this.”

“Oh yes, walk away again, just like you did before,” I shouted out as she took a step forward. This made her pause and glare at me.

“I didn’t walk away. You were the one who ended things.”

“I didn’t want to end things. I wanted to figure out a way to take things forward.”

“There was no taking things forward, not when my Mom is my Mom and your parents are your parents. We’re just not meant to be, and the sooner you accept that the happier you’ll be.”

“No, I don’t want to accept that because I believe in us. I believe in what we can be together, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make that a reality,” I said.

“Well good for you, but I’m not. We weren’t as special as you think, Aidan,” she said, but I had had enough of her lies. She might have deluded herself into thinking that we had never been anything special, but I remembered the heat. I remembered the passion. I remembered the electric thrill of desire pulsing through my veins, and how I had been so intoxicated that I hadn’t wanted anything other than to be with her.

So I reached out to her and pulled her close. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her as I had kissed her before. All the burning passion inside me flowed out. I felt her resist at first, but then she yielded as she was forced to face the undeniable truth. Her body melted in my arms as she kissed me back, hard, seeking to bruise my lips, seeking to punish me with affection. Our tongues warred together like clashing swords. The lust and anger blurred into something new, something that neither of us could resist, and she understood then that she could not escape the truth.

Chapter Three

Brock

I looked at the empty glass sitting on the counter. I watched Aidan come striding into the bar, while Kyra marched towards him. She was as magnificent as he had described. There was an aura about her that was undeniable, something that seemed to glow in the air. There was a fierceness in her eyes, a strength of spirit that was clearly that of a dragon, and yet she tried to deny her very nature. It was a curious, intriguing thing, although I suppose having Ilvar as a father might have been enough to dissuade someone from exploring that part of themselves. I wore a wry smile as Aidan turned on his heels and went chasing after her. When he asked me to help with this I thought he had lost his mind, but now I could see why she had loomed large in his mind for all these years. It was rare that someone could have such a hold on him.

I sighed and motioned to follow them, but then I felt a hand upon my arm.

“I think you owe me an apology son. It’s not right for you to interrupt a man when he’s trying to speak to a lady,” the man with the mustache said, a mild threat thrumming in his voice. I glanced down at his hand. He clearly didn’t know what kind of danger he was getting himself into.

“First of all you were trying to do more than speak, and that lady wasn’t interested. I don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“That’s the problem with the youth of today. You don’t have any manners,” he said. He must have been in his forties I guess, and clearly had a chip on his shoulder. His eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw.

“You really don’t want to do this, but if you want me to teach you a lesson then I’ll be happy to oblige,” I said. It was difficult not to smirk. These humans were always so eager to fight. It was rare that we should interact with them. We had always been taught that we should steer clear of them. If they should ever find out our secret then it would mean trouble for our entire kind, and so we had to protect the silence that had been a part of our culture ever since we arrived on Earth. However, in moments like these all I wanted to do was spread my wings and roar, coating the air with fire and watch them shudder with fear. It wasn’t as though I was going to back down from a fight.

Dragons didn’t do that.

Neither, it seemed, did he. This place was a grimy, dirty bar where people were on the lowest rung of the ladder. It was like picking up a log in a damp forest and seeing all the bugs and worms squirming underneath. All they had was each other and alcohol. There was no hope here, no sense of ambition. It was all empty and this meant that it was easy for them to lash out in anger.

His lips twitched. His eyes blazed with fury. I noticed how he was shifting his body, ready to strike, the strength twitching all the way through him. He moved in one smooth motion, his arm thrusting through the air towards me. I pushed myself back and he only hit empty air. He staggered forward, not having expected to miss. This only conjured more anger, as now he felt humiliated. Other people noticed the fight was taking place. I quickly checked around me to see if anyone was going to join him, but none did. They only wanted to watch, getting a free show that would remind them things could have been a lot worse.

He raised his fists and gave me a mean snarl. His thick body moved slowly. He wore jeans and a leather jacket. He triedto punch me again with a left and then a right. I moved back, dodging as I did so.

I should have walked away from him.

Do not engage! That was the order from my elders. We could observe the humans, but we should never become a part of their lives. We should never hurt them because it wasn’t fair. After all, we had all the advantages. We were superior in every way; stronger, faster, our senses more attuned to the world. I could smell the sweat mixing with the beer, simmering in the air around him. I heard every grunt as he threw his fists forward. I should have turned my back, pushed him away and then disappeared into the night. He couldn’t fight what he couldn’t see, and I could have just soared away into the darkness, leaving him to drown himself, but then where was the fun in that? Sometimes these people needed to be taught a lesson.

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