Page 128 of The Forbidden Dragon King
It’s illuminating to hear about this side of Aurelius from someone who isn’t only his friend but a commanding officer in his army. He sounds nothing like his brother. Daire has made that clear as well.
My stomach clenches.
Will Aurelius ever believe the truth about his brother who he loves so fiercely?
I turn to face War. “Have you told Aurelius about these differences?”
War snorts. “I prefer my wings attached.” Then she pushes herself off the wall, strolling to the archway. “There are lots of battles in life. Relius is the person who I want at my shoulder in all of them.”
I follow her to the archway. “I want that too.”
“You may not, after you see what’s in the North Tower.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then you’re a foolish fucker. But I like that about you. Follow me.” War marches ahead of me through the archway.
I keep my gaze fixed on her broad back and her tumble of ash blond curls.
My heart speeds up with equal anticipation and fear.
What will I find in this tower?
What secrets?
Why is everything about Hadrian shut away?
Yet this is the original Golden Dragon. I’ve spent my life obsessing over his legend and the new King who was rumored to be his reincarnation.
What if I truly find out the truth?
The archway leads through to a musty, narrow corridor without windows or decorations.
I shudder.
It reminds me of the corridors that lead to the dungeons.
I instinctively raise the snowflake mark and kiss over it, needing to feel connected to Daire.
It’s my signal that I have managed to infiltrate the North Tower, as we planned together, ever since Lucius told me about it.
Instantly, I sense Daire’s surge of emotion.
Excitement.
I smile, as his phantom lips kiss over my wrist, sensually.
I bite my lip, pressing my wrist to my chest, enjoying the sensation of Daire’s rewarding kisses.
I focus on War’s muscled shoulders to stop my knees from buckling under the onslaught of my Alpha’s licks and passionate kisses.
I want to laugh at my scoundrel of a fae, but instead, Ipinch the snowflake lightly in warning, otherwise Daire is going to make me come in the middle of this corridor.
And that would look more than a little suspicious.
Daire pinches me back teasingly, then gives me a final, loving stroke over the mark.
Warmed and settled, I’m now ready for whatever I find in this tower.
