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Chapter 42

After we finish breakfast, Elora went to have a shower while we cleaned up quickly. Matitus and Dragus watch me, yet they are pretending not to, after about an hour of them following me around like lost puppies, I grow annoyed.

“What? What are you following me around for, don’t you have things to do?” I ask as they follow me into the library.

“Can’t think of anything, can you Dragus?” Matitus says, a smile from ear to ear. They are definitely up to something or about to be anyway.

“Nope, can’t think of anywhere else I would rather be,” Dragus says, and I roll my eyes at their childish behaviour. Sitting at my desk, I pull some old scrolls out the drawer. Matitus and Dragus both step closer peering over my shoulder. I let out a breath, they are really getting on my last damn nerve.

“Personal space,” I mutter while opening the first one.

“Since when do you have a problem getting in others personal space, you were all up in Elora’s last night, oh and mine,” Matitus retorts, making me elbow him.

“Because I know you’re up to something or know something,” I spit at them, dropping a paperweight on the end of the scroll while holding the other end.

“Why are you looking at the old Fae ruins?” Dragus asks curiously as he leans over my shoulder.

“Because I want to do something with it,” I tell them, I am just unsure what it is I wanted to do exactly.

“You want to rebuild it?” Matitus asks. I say nothing, knowing that would be impossible. It would be impossible to rebuild a 500-year-old castle to the way it was.

“Then tell us what you are thinking, and we may be able to help,” Dragus says, grabbing a chair and dragging it over.

“Since when do you want to help voluntarily?” I ask him.

“Well first I know whatever you want to do has something to do with our little Fae mate, and because I actually like helping and you hardly let us get involved. Well until Elora came into the picture.” I nod yet had no idea where to start.

“So, are you going to tell us, or do you want us to guess?” Matitus asks, perching himself on the end of the desk.

“Rewrite the past,” I tell them.

“Pretty sure we did that when you broke curse,” Matitus says. I shake my head and Dragus leans back looking at me in that way does when he figures something out.

“He wants to do something in their memory, right?”

I nod. I spent so much time hating Fae that I forgot what a big part of our history they were. For centuries, all supernatural creatures stood as one, those that were spread through the four kingdoms in our area would come together, have each other’s backs, and we were united. I want to bring that back for her, for our children a piece of their past they could be proud of and not just their Dragon side.

“Why not just ask Elora what she wants?” Matitus asks.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I ask her now would it,” I tell him. He scratches his head. He really wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes.

“Does it have to be where the castle was? Why not just use the ruins, bring them here and make something out of them, most of the rock over there is sandstone,” Dragus says.

“You want to haul what’s left of that castle over here?” Matitus says shaking his head.

“Why? Not up for the challenge, afraid your little wings won’t be able to take the weight,” I taunt him, and he huffs loudly. He was the strongest out of the two of us not that I would tell him that, got to keep up appearances, but I also know he wouldn’t back down and that he would go out of his way to prove a point.

“Fine, I will move your stupid rocks, and Dragus and you can do something with them,” Matitus says stalking off out of the room.

I laugh once he leaves and so does Dragus. I know Matitus is just trying to prove a point and is going to move them himself. I am willing to help but now saves me the journey and the back ache.

“So, what now?” Dragus asks.

“Can you help me find Aldrin?” I ask, just as I feel something that can only be described as sneakiness through the bond. My eyes dart toward the library door when Dragus jumps up, as I go to get out of my seat.

“Silas,” Dragus warns. I ignore him instead going to hunt for my mate, who I know is up to no good and trying to sneak out. “Silas,” Dragus repeats, grabbing my arm and making me look back at him. “Let her go she wants to help; she knows you’re worried about everything and she wants to help. Let her.”

“She can’t go out there by herself, Dragus, she is carrying our child,” I tell him, about to head for the door when he grabs me again, this time spinning me around.