A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 3)(101)

We met the others inside the tavern, Hadriel and Leala giving us beaming smiles.

“Ready to train?” Tamara asked me, and Lucille stood from her chair.

“Ah, man, does that mean I have to keep watch over the demons?” Hadriel hooked a thumb toward the stairs. “The dragons are very rowdy now that they heard what was done to Micah and them. It’s going to be hard to get the demons some food.”

“I’ll help,” Leala said, shifting the whip coiled in her lap.

I grinned and shook my head, then checked on the demons. One of them always stayed in the room in case they were needed, but the others took turns taking walks and getting air. We had an understanding—try to get away, and we would find them and kill them. Stick around and keep a low profile, and they could have their freedom. I hadn’t realized the dragons were getting anxious about their presence, although it made sense.

Thankfully, they seemed to take the news in stride, and Leala really was a wonder with that whip.

In the days that followed, I spent more and more time keeping busy with Ami, Claudile, and Gunduin, while the others took a chilled-out break.

There was always a calm before the storm.





TWENTY-EIGHT





NYFAIN





I sat on the bed in the tower room, looking out at the bright sunlight, only a few clouds rolling through the sky. My attention was focused inward, though, on my bond with Finley. I’d been checking in more often since feeling her reaction to the other alpha, presumably the same one who’d tried to dominate her when she was in the demon dungeon. I knew what he was doing. I could feel it in her confusion, in her dragon’s rising interest.

It was forbidden, what he did. It was also unfair to her, given she didn’t understand what was happening and probably didn’t even know it was possible.

He was fucking toying with my mate.

Rage coiled in my gut. Desperation to get to her, to protect her and defend my claim, blotted out my reason for a moment. Before I knew it, I was up and pacing, my hands curled into fists.

You told her to leave, my dragon accused me, power pumping through us. You did this. You put the idea in her head, and now she has found exactly what you told her to—someone who can lay a claim over ours. Her dragon is responding to his magic and power as any dragon would, and it’s your fault.

White-hot rage stole my breath, but I didn’t deny it. She should replace us. She should find happiness outside of our cursed kingdom. I wanted that for her. I’d given her that opportunity, and when she headed into the mountains rather than coming straight here, I’d figured that fate would be on her horizon. Sure, I could feel her misery, but that didn’t change the fact that she was headed for freedom. For a new life. And while she might not like the idea at first, eventually it would grow on her.

But then she’d yanked me back to her, anchoring me so thoroughly to her that I was helpless to pull away. She’d made her choice—me—and insisted that I honor it.

She was mine. She would always belong to me.

And I knew now that she would come back. She wasn’t going to listen to me any more than she’d ever listened to anyone else who’d tried to govern her life. She was a woman who knew her own mind and desires, which was part of the reason I’d been drawn to her in the first place.

I felt guilt about my immense relief. Guilt…and also a surge of incredible rage at the thought of another dragon trying to lay his mark over mine. Of another dragon trying to infringe on my territory.

With sheer determination, I forced myself back down onto the bed and took a deep, steadying breath. A thrill sang through the bond as Finley flew.

I smiled, leaning forward, wishing I could be there with her. Fly with her. There was nothing more thrilling than twisting through the sky and outmaneuvering your peers. My dragon and I had loved flight training, loved being challenged to do things most others couldn’t and nailing it. Loved the danger…but also the tranquility of a lazy afternoon flight, soaring with the air currents and letting one’s mind wander. While I didn’t regret the sacrifice I’d made to protect my people, I did miss my wings.

Adrenaline fueled Finley, and her stomach fluttered. They were trying something they’d been failing at since their first flying session last week. I wondered what it was. Usually it ended in the dragon and human wrestling for control, followed by pain and frustration.

I laughed every time, and my dragon settled in near the bond, purring in delight. I could envision the struggle they were having. Mostly because my dragon and I had been through the same thing—the push to conquer the challenge, the annoyance that it wasn’t happening, and the blame pinging between human and dragon. Then the rage, the fights, the wrestle for control and, in the end, victory.

Fuck, those had been good times.

She probably had everyone worried she’d kill herself. And when they told her to stop, she’d just keep on trying until she finally mastered whatever she’d set her mind to. I doubted anyone was crazy enough to push her to her limit. It would take someone who understood her true potential to do that—someone who perceived her strength and would turn a blind eye when she faced death over and over.

Pain rolled through the bond, then more frustration. She’d failed again. That would really burn her.

I saw movement through the trees.