Demetria was facing the couple with her eyes narrowed. Callista was squeezing the book as if the answers she wished to hear could come from it. -Can I ask what I owe this displeasure? I did not have a kid*apping in my plans today. - The girl spoke with a poker face. They were wasting their time if they were here to make her confess she was a white dragon. Callista grinned and pushed the picture before Demetria's face again. - Does it look familiar to you?- She asked dryly. Kylan stood behind her with a smirk dancing on his lips. - It looks like a dragon. I thought you lived here long enough to know that. - Demetria replied, shooting her brow and crossing her arms on her chest. She tried to look as relaxed as possible, hoping they would lose their confidence. Callista hissed slightly. It was evident she was getting annoyed since Demetria was unwilling to cooperate. - This dragon is white. Have you seen one ?- She asked straightforwardly. - No, have you?- The girl replied with he
-That was not the best of your ideas. Did you run out of your tricks? - The voice behind Cassiu's dripped with mockery, but the Dragon Prince remained calm, as the blade was way too close to his neck for his liking. He cursed himself for being so reckless. Kaitlyn would give him a hard time, seeing how quickly he got into trouble. - You are not too chatty, are you? - The voice spoke again. - Maybe that is better. You will have a lot of time to speak before the court. ~ The court? What is this egg talking about? ~ Alex spoke in Cassiu's mind. - I have no idea, but that is the tiniest of our problems. Is it an egg? - The Prince asked his beast. ~ Can't you feel it? He cannot be much older than Demetria. We could crush him in a blink of an eye. ~ The dragon retorted with confidence. - We probably could, but that is not the step I would like to take now. - Cassius replied. ~ He will think we are weak.~ Alex said, annoyed. - We know what we are. But hurting or killing one of their
Two days earlier.Lucius glanced at the man standing before his desk. He was tall and muscular, but his worn clothes showed life did not treat him gently. - Well, Claud, do you have something to tell me?- The Dragon King asked, shooting his brow up. The man before him shook his head with the strength that could easily twist his neck. - I have nothing to say, my King. I do not have the slightest idea of why you wished to see me. Lucius leaned on the back of his seat and ran his hand through his hair. - You don't know? I thought my men would explain the reason for this visit, but I guess they missed this part. I will have to do it by myself then. Claud got visibly pale but maintained a straight posture while the Dragon King looked at him coldly. - Tell me, my friend, what do you know about the rebels, and how did you contact them? I could swear they do not appreciate visitors, yet you were there on many occasions. - Lucius asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. The man shivered
- You left us so many years ago, searching for protection, and now you are back, crawling and begging for help? You have no shame, Kaitlyn. - The woman said, narrowing her eyes and wrapping her fingers around the glass of wine. - We managed to survive, defending ourselves from rogues, bears, and other shifters who tried to tear us apart. But you all ran like cowards, betraying your own kind. Kaitlyn glared at the witch sitting before her. She knew this meeting would not be an easy one, but her patience was wearing thin. Amanda was a leader of the most prominent coven on the continent for longer than Kaitlyn lived. And she loved to exaggerate. Not many shifters would be crazy enough to go against her domain, as they would be wiped out in no time. That is why they chose the smaller covens, as no one would care if they disappeared. Like the one Kaitlyn was born to. She ran away with her sisters while Amanda was pretending nothing happened. That was life. Only the strongest will survive
Callista was in her lab, mixing the first patch of the poison. She stirred the liquid in her cauldron, trying her best not to breathe in the steam that was coming out of it. As much as she hated the fact that Demetria was the one to bring up the idea to the Dragon King, she was happy with the effect of her work. If this plan succeeds, she will make sure to point out she played a significant role there. The witch pulled the cauldron off fire, allowing it to cool down, before pouring it into the bottles Demetria would use. The following delivery will take place soon, and Callista wanted her part of the work to be done by then. She was preparing the flasks when the door to her lab opened without warning. Kylan came in, shutting them loudly. - I did not remember giving you permission to enter my workplace without asking. - Callista hissed, fixing the bottles that fell over from the impact of his entrance. - I am wasting my time here! - The man spoke, banging his fist on the table, ma
Cassius felt rage boiling in his veins. It was not what he expected. Rebels became a bunch of cowards. They were sitting in a vast cave with a massive wooden table in the middle and at least a dozen chairs around it. The Council. The Dragon Prince fought hard to remain calm and not crush a few heads belonging to surrounding his fools. He was exhausted as the meeting had lasted a few hours, and they still decided nothing. Every man here tried to sound smart, like a true politician, even if only a couple had any experience in that field. - Why should we risk our lives and safety and fight against the King? - Vladimir, one of the oldest members of the council, roared as the cave was filled with excited voices. His question cut all the murmurs short, and all present men looked at him. Cassius noticed they watched an older man with respect, which was funny, as he remembered him from the times when his parents ruled the kingdom. As little boys, Cassius and Lucius liked to hide themselves
Claud trembled, approaching the door with a small window equipped with bars. His previous confidence was gone. Why the Dragon Princess was here? They had all settled before, and this visit was unnecessary. Claud needed the time to think about how to warn the people who trusted him for so long. Business or not, he was always honest with them. And now? He was forced to participate in a massa*re. Painful and long, according to the girl's words. Did she come to offer him some more details about defeating rebels? He heard enough for a lifetime. Claud raised his eyes and wondered how such an innocent face could hide such a dark heart. Now, he had to admit, she looked familiar. How come he could not notice that in the first place? Right, it has been years since he saw Queen Kaitlyn last time. She looked exactly like the girl before him. Those were different times, and he was a different person back then. A long time ago, he was a talented tailor. Royals often hired him on any occasion that
Is everything ready for tomorrow? - Lucius asked, entering Callista's lab. The woman's cheeks flushed as always when she saw him. This man's aura was enough for her knees to feel weakened. This feeling intensified since the Dargon King had recently given her a cold shoulder. No matter how much Callista tried, she was always dismissed whenever she got closer to her beloved man. There was no denying that she loved him. This man was like every woman's living dream. Strong and robust, Lucius acted like he owned the place wherever he appeared. Callista hoped that he would own her in every aspect as it had happened before. She was aware of the distress she put him through by the unproved information she gave him with Kylan. Callista blamed her for this mistake. She could check whether the boy's words were actually true before sharing them with her King, yet she acted out of excitement and is now paying the price for it. Tomorrow's mission could be her chance to fix everything, but first,