Page 54 of Dragon King's Cursed Mate

Calmly, she stood and turned to face him. “I will leave when the time is right. It’s coming soon, but not quite yet.”

He clenched his jaw tightly. “Not yet?” Valon stepped closer to her, frustration radiating from him. He towered over her andsnarled. “While you are waiting for some cryptic sign from the fates or the gods, Dain is completely losing control of himself. He slaughtered those men like it was nothing. It went beyond warfare.”

Her heart clenched, and she flinched from the hatred in Valon’s voice.

“I know what happened.”

He laughed bitterly. “Of course, you do. I’m sure the fates or the gods told you everything.”

Seraphina gazed at him calmly, knowing that his anger and frustration with her was because of his love and respect for Dain. “I’ve seen and heard a lot. I will be leaving very soon.”

“When?” Valon snapped. “Before or after Dain’s mind is completely destroyed? Before or after the darkness overtakes him so completely that he kills us all?”

She didn’t respond at first. The air around them was still and silent.

“Dain must face a storm. Only then, will his path be clear. Only then, will the darkness inside him be destroyed—if he survives.”

Valon stared at her as though she’d lost her mind. “A storm?” he repeated flatly. “What storm? What does that even mean?”

Seraphina pressed her lips together. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. “That part of the prophecy hasn’t been shown to me yet.”

Valon cursed under his breath and fixed her with a heated glare. “You put too much faith in things you don’t understand, like gods who play with men’s lives.”

She held her head up. “I put my faith where it belongs. I trust Dain’s strength.”

Valon growled at her, his dragon teeth showing, and the golden glow from the dragon’s eyes stared at her. “Strength? He’s being torn apart from the inside. His darkness grows daily.Do you think that piece of metal hanging around his neck is going to save him?”

“No. That’s only a tool. Dain is going to have to save himself.”

Seraphina felt Valon’s fear. Not for himself—for Dain.

“What if he doesn’t survive this storm? What if Dain loses himself forever?”

“He won’t. I’ve seen that Dain will defeat Malakar and he will regain his throne.”

Valon just looked at her with stormy eyes for a moment and stormed out of the temple.

She’d tried to sound confident with Valon, but deep down inside of her, she was terrified that the storm would destroy Dain.

Not knowing what else to do, she retrieved the scrolls, hoping that there might be something else she missed or that another message would manifest on them.

As before, she carefully laid the dragon skin scrolls out on the altar. The blood-red pictures and letters meant nothing to her.

“Please, help me understand,” she begged.

The letters and pictures lifted off the page and rearranged themselves.

“The blood of the first king shall call to the beast beneath the world — the forgotten guardian, bound to none but the True King’s line. Only in the hour of reckoning shall it rise...”

Seraphina’s stomach twisted. This was talking about the first dragon king. This beast had the power to command magic and have the power that no mortal possessed.

This power could help turn the tide against Malakar and help Dain regain the throne.

Closing her eyes, she asked, “Who is the true king? Is it Dain, who was destined to be king, or Malakar, who overthrew him?”

A whisper circled around the temple. “Dain is the true king. His blood is royal, and he was chosen by the fates and gods.You have seen Dain, countless times, rise up from the darkness and once again take his place as the rightful king of the Drakon Realm.”

This gave her a small sense of relief. This meant he would overcome the darkness.

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