So much for her thinking she could escape my fire.
I don’t stop until her screams fade and she falls in a charred heap.
“Magnus, if you keep it up, you won’t have the strength for the challenge at noon,” my father says in my head, something he rarely ever did.
“She took a lot from both of us, and I’ve come to terms with that. You need to as well. Right now,though, you have a mate to defend against a man who is also your half-brother.”
“What?” I don’t have brothers.
“He’s of your mother’s. She cheated with another dragon, gave the child to the father, but still she visited him,” he explains. “We’ll discuss this another time, but for now, it is done. I’m sorry she did all of this to you. I should have protected you.”
“I don’t want to hear this.”
“I wouldn’t want to either, but she cast her spells. Ruined either.”
I suppose he’s right.
Fuck.
I wish I could kill her all over again.
“I removed all spells she’s cast over both of you,” my grandfather states loudly from next to his daughter’s burned corpse. “My love blinded me for my daughter for far too many years to see the truth. She was all I had left of my sweet Roseline. Her mother would never have let her blind anyone as she has.”
Hate to break up the family moment,” Brimstone grunts, “We’ve got to get back to the hotel.”
The way he says that last part has my nerves unhinged. I reach out to my woman through the bond and feel nothing out of the norm, but it doesn’t settle me in the least. Something’s happening, and I need to get there and see what the hell is going on.
If someone has touched her, I swear to all the Gods that I’ll burn the world down in vengeance.
EIGHTEEN
CARINA
Something’s not right.I don’t know what exactly, but it’s not. My body feels like it’s on fire, heat unlike any other filling my veins. But it’s not painful.
No, it’s hot and undeniably intense. Filling my veins with such need, I can’t fathom the desire coursing through me right now.
Nothing I’m thinking this moment makes sense to me. I need Pyro, and I need him now!
Only I don’t know where he is.
Wait.
Yes, I do. He was going to see his mother this morning before the challenge.
Gods, I should have gone with him. I shouldn’thave let him go by himself to deal with his mother. I knew what he felt about her, and yet I didn’t say anything about going. I swear I’m the worst for not at least suggesting I go with him. He’s always got my back, and I need to have his. Always.
The sound of flapping wings draws my attention to the balcony doors of our hotel room.
I threw the covers off me, though it was just the sheet, and it was barely covering me as it was. After a quick search, I grab Pyro’s shirt from yesterday and pull it on. I do my business in the bathroom, noticing myself in the mirror with the slight sheen of sweat shimmering on my skin.
What in the hell is going on with me?
Another wave of fire burns through me, causing me to double over and cry out. Reaching between my thighs, I stroke a finger through my folds. I moan at the intense pleasure that one touch brings me.
I really, really need Pyro.
I could talk to him through the bond between us, but I don’t want to bother him. Not when he’s dealing with something so important.
