His gaze snaked around the still empty area, seeking threats as always. If there was a fae person in the vicinity, they’d be shaking from fright—just like I still did after what happened.
“I was on my way to our suite.” I said, trying to inject strength into my quavering voice. “Did you lay out a pink dress? I need to bathe off Madrood’s stink and go help Brenna get ready for dinner.”
“What were you doing?” he bit out, still on the edge. He turned me, pressing me against the railing, tipping my chin up with one finger to gaze into my eyes.
“Oh,” I said, evading his eyes. “I was having a bit of fun. Freeing a dragon named Iasar from door captivity. You know. Nothing unusual for me.”
Iasar?His voice coiled as tight as Iasar’s tail just had.
Do you know him?
I do. He’s a legend.
Great. Just great. Leave it to me to free a legendary dragon from captivity, not your usual plain one.
Vexxion’s gaze snapped to the door.Fuck.
Yeah. Maybe. This one could be a double fuck, I bet. One fuck won’t do in a situation like this.
Did you think . . .He shook his head, and his eyes blazed.This is the main entrance. Before you acted, did you think that someone might happen to notice that one of the dragons was missing?
It was trapped.
It’s been there for a very long time. It could’ve remained there a little longer.
No.It’s wrong. He’s happy to be free. To thank me, he shared something with me.
Vexxion placed his fingertip on my lips and flitted us to our suite where his threads encircled us like his arms still wrapped around me.
“Tell me everything,” he bit out.
He didn’t have to shout. His deadly tone delivered his mood quite well. I didn’t fear him. He loved me. I loved him. But boy did he make me quake with lust when he spoke to me like this. That stern tone of voice made me want to climb all over him.
From the look in his eyes and the frustration pretty much pouring from his ears, he knew this. He wanted to chastise me, but he liked seeing I was turned on by his berating words.
I told him what happened, including the riddle.
He sighed; his brow tight. “Interesting.”
“What do you think it means?”
“Those dragons are a mated pair.”
“Iasar said that. I assume Ivenrail trapped them there because they wouldn’t share the riddle.”
“You’re incredibly wise.”
I flashed him a smile, though it faded fast. “He shared half of it with me. I’ll have to free the other dragon to get the rest. Assuming we need this information.”
“Oh, we do.Youdo, that is.”
“I’ll do it right away, then.”
“Not today.”
“Why not today?” I asked.
“Because it’ll take considerable power to hide the fact that Iasar’s missing. Two disappearing dragons are too much for me to handle right now.”
