Kiss of Frost (The Dragon Stone Saga Book 1)(10)

He looks me up and down before standing up and turning around, whipping the sweat pants and T-shirt on before I can even think to tell Jem to close her eyes.

"Oh, well, hello there," Jem says and I want to growl at her.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Did you just growl at me?" Jem asks.

"Uh… I didn't think I did out loud." My control has gone out the window and down the street at this point.

"I'm going to take a few boxes and look through them in the kitchen with Kay. You and Beck can look in here. And I'm going to call Mom and see what she has to say about this."

I nod. "Sounds good." I start to pace and watch her closely, frowning any time she gets too close to Beck. As soon as she's removed a few boxes, I whirl on him.

"What in the ever-loving hell have you done to me?"





Chapter 4





Beck holds both hands up in front of him in a defensive gesture, and I want to throw things at him. "I haven't done anything to you…"

"Oh, yeah? Then why am I swinging from wanting to jump on your dick to wanting to throw things at you, to wanting to harm my sister?" I'm normally calm, cool, and collected. But since laying eyes on this sexy dragon, I'm all over the map.

"That can happen when mates meet." Beck eyes me. "I'm sorry if I've upset you. It goes against every instinct to make you unhappy." He stands and I place my hands on my hips. "How can I help?"

"Make it go away. I don't have time for this right now. That girl in there needs my help, and an off-kilter witch is of no use to her."

"There is only one way to dull the ache for a time until we've gone through our mating ritual."

"What's that?"

"You're not going to like it."

I already don't like his answer and he hasn't even spoken yet. "Spit it out, dragon."

"A release would dull the ache, but until we are fully together, I'm afraid you'll be a bit on edge."

"Why did you bite me if you knew this would happen?" I bite the words out through clenched teeth.

"I didn't know it would affect you this strongly. It must be the magic running through your veins."

I throw my hands up in the air and glare at him.

"The magic flowing through mine is very old and very powerful. Hence the witches trapping us inside the stones. They needed time to gather the magic they would need to tap into it and control us. Someone must have stolen the stones from them before they got the chance."

"So you're really powerful. And you just decided to bite me without asking me first."

"I couldn't help it. It was more instinct than anything else. Your taste was on my tongue and your smell was all around me. I just reacted." Beck holds out his arms. "I'm sorry that I've distressed you."

I soften at his words but don't get any closer to him. "Fine. Whatever. It's done. We'll see what Ann has to say about it. Maybe you can be useful in helping save Kay's family."

"Tell me what has happened and I'll see if I can help."



Hours later we've rehashed everything we know about the men holding Kay's family and Beck is sure it's the same witches who captured his family to try and use their magic for their own.

"How are they still alive over eight hundred years later?" Ann asks.

"The same way that I am alive. They are very powerful."

"Witches don't live that long unless they've turned to the dark arts." Ann shakes her head. "If that's the case, then we need to tread carefully."

"Back then, dragons were being hunted. My family and I were on the run. It was a magical war. Witches against dragons. Unfortunately, they had captured multiple dragons and were able to steal their powers and use them as their own so the playing field was closely matched at times."

"And why would they have used Kay to get the stones instead of themselves if they are so powerful?" I ask, still trying to make sense of her involvement in this.

"She must have some connection to a dragon. Only those with dragon blood would be able to sense the stones and find them."

"Kay doesn't know that she's magical. We haven't told her yet either," Ann states.

"It could be that her family is now dormant. Magic is like a muscle. If you don't use it often, it can become weak." Beck tilts his head. "I can tell you if she's got dragon blood if you'd like me to. All I need is a drop of her blood."

"I'm not sure how we can ask her for that without telling her she's a witch." I look to Ann, who nods.

"I don't think there is going to be any perfect time to tell her that she's a witch. It would help if we know for sure that she's connected to the dragons so we can teach her to protect herself."

"I agree. Do you want to tell her or should I?"

Ann stands. "I'll tell her. I'm not sure she'll believe us right away, but maybe she'll be open-minded."

"I doubt that." I look at Jem. I remember when they first took me in and told me that I had magic coursing through my veins. I thought they were completely batty. Shouting sounds from the other room and I wince. "Doesn't sound like it's going well."