Page 202 of The Forbidden Dragon King
My breath stutters.
When our gazes meet, my skin prickles. The goldenthreads that attach us together are bright and glittering in the dark.
Yet they’re frayed, as if a thousand snakes are threatening to break free on each side.
It’s agonizing and terrifying because if the threads snap, then I lose everything.
I lose Freya, my Omega, Goddess,entire world.
Except, the only thing to stop that happening is to bond. How close is Freya to her heat? I can’t miss the next one, no matter the consequences with Maximinus.
I won’t.
I need to hope that all my scheming within the Shadow Court with the backing of my Golden Family is enough to save us.
“Look at this!” Daire enthusiastically brushes his elegant fingers over a feather brooch, which is made out of amethyst. It glows like his eyes. He smiles at Freya. “Do you like it, love?”
Iharrumph.
Daire would want our Omega to wear something to mark her out as his as well, when he already has that glossy feather of his woven into her hair.
To my shock, the stocky stallholder bats Daire’s hand away from his jewelry display hard enough to make Daire flinch.
“Get your filthy, thieving fae fingers off my wares,” the Alpha stallholder sneers. He is in his sixties with graying hair but a military bearing that tells me he once served in the army. “You fuckers should all have been turned to ash in a big fucking bonfire like we did it in thegood old days when we knew how to treat fae. I don’t know why you’re allowed out of a cage without a leash. Go on, fuck off.”
Daire’s smile fades. He looks like he may hurl.
He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, I find myself storming forward overcome with a burning rage.
I grab the edges of the stall and violently upend it.
The stallholder yells in outrage, as his jewelry is scattered across the alleyway.
“What the fuck…? I’ll…” The stallholder surges forward, before the light of a nearby lantern is cast across me.
Then the blood drains from his face, when he realizes that he’s just threatened his King.
War and Lucius move closer, dropping their gifts onto the ground. War pulls out her sword, ready to support me in a fight.
“You’ll…?” I raise my eyebrow, backing the stallholder up, until his shoulders hit the tenement behind him. “You’ll apologize for insulting my honored fae dragon rider?”
Daire watches with wide eyes.
“Y-y-yes, Your Majesty,” the stallholder stutters.
“Go on then,” I demand, icily.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
The stallholder blinks like he has no idea what I mean. Was I ever like him?
My guts churn uncomfortably.
Weren’t the fae the problem? They led raids. Stirred up unrest.Just like the vampires do now.
How can there be peace, until both kingdoms are conquered?
