Chapter 15
It’s him!Arena couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw him. So many emotions filled her from joy and excitement to...desire. Her inner dragon was bouncing inside wanting to get out, which was unusual because she never reacted to any male.
She had always found him attractive but she didn’t think she previously had this same reaction to him before. Her inner dragon was telling her that he was their true mate, but that couldn’t be. Could it?
As she walked a few feet behind him, Arena took in every inch of Blaze. He seemed taller, broader, with even more muscles than before. There was not an ounce of fat on him. He wore a warrior’s uniform that looked similar to General Rainier’s. When he glanced back at her briefly, she nearly tripped.
“Are you all right, Arena?” King Malachi asked, reaching out to catch her elbow and balance her.
She shook loose of his grip, her dragon wanting to breath fire at the male for daring to touch her. “I’m fine.”
“Who is this guy? How do you know him?”
Arena glared at him, not liking that he was questioning her. “He’s from my region of Drakonia.”
She walked a little more quickly to pass Malachi, to avoid answering any more of his questions. She wasn’t sure how much Blaze would want others to know about who he really was. It shouldn’t make a difference to anyone now that he was the illegitimate son of the late king. However, his relationship to Zocor should be a story he told, not her.
They entered the large office/meeting room where a conference table was situated to the right side of the room. Reichardt motioned for them to take a seat as he sat in the chair to the left of Blaze. She would have taken the seat to the right, but Malachi moved past her to take the chair. Growling softly, she walked around the other side of the table to sit across from Blaze. Their eyes locked and she felt something inside her melting with warmth. He seemed to be affected too, because his eyes glowed a little, as if his dragon was trying to break free. An image of them naked in a bed popped into her head. Her heart was racing and she felt hot all over. Quickly she glanced away.
What the hell was happening to her? She had had a few lovers over the centuries but none made her feel the way Blaze could with just a look. Reichardt cleared his throat and the room grew quiet.
“We’re going to keep the briefing short so that Leader Blaze can return to his clan. First, tell us what happened on your last day on Drakonia.”
She could feel Blaze look away from her and she released the breath she had not known she was holding. His voice, a deep baritone, spoke with such knowledge and strength. It made her look at him as a grown warrior, no longer the shy young teenager who wanted to prove himself to his father. He was his own man — one she couldn’t ignore.
“I helped bring an injured male to the temple where the portal was. Buildings were coming down; fire had broken out, destroying most of our city. The lead mage said that he had a way to reopen the portal briefly so that I could cross through but warned me that the timing may be off or I may end up on a different planet, away from the rest of our people.”
King Malachi didn’t look like he believed him. “The portals were designed to work with one of the kings’ blood to close them. Why would a mage open a portal that could remain open for the enemy to cross through?”
“I closed the portal once I crossed over.”
“You’re from Zocor’s region. He had already died and Arena had to drag his body through the portal by herself to close it. How did you close it?”
Arena stiffened in her seat and looked over at Blaze, and he looked at her. She nodded at him, silently letting him know it was okay to tell the truth. At long last, the truth finally came out with his next words.
“I’m King Zocor’s son.”
