Page 35 of Dark Fae's Desires
“You!” I say, pointing a finger at Rath’Na. “We need to talk.”
“Very well,” he says and allows me to lead the way to a small room off the Great Hall, that I discovered a few moments ago while I was looking for him.
Kicking the door closed behind him, I fold my arms across my chest as I wait for him to seat himself. He looks a thousand times better than he did a few hours ago.
“You’ve eaten?” I bark, feeling some sort of responsibility for him, even though he isn’t related to me.
He sniffs. “I’m quite capable of looking after myself, my boy,” he replies. “But in answer to your question, yes, I have. I have also drunk my fair share of a jug of ale, been freshly clothed and meditated for a short while to balance my power.”
“Oh,” I say, a bit surprised by all of this. “And did you?”
“Did I what?” He blinks at me.
“Balance your power, you old fool,” I spit out, unusually annoyed by him. He is way too good-looking now that he’s feeling better and not dressed in disgusting rags, to bewandering around these halls in the sight of my fiancée. Especially as she has taken a shine to him and, apparently, him to her.
“Old?” he snickers. “I take more offense to that than ‘fool’. But, yes, I did. Would you like a demonstration?”
“Your Dragon powers won’t work here. At least not entirely,” I mutter to him.
“Oh, but they do,” he says and proves it to me by not only using the Dragon mode of transport and Astralling to the other side of the room but appearing as a completely different person, having used his Shape-Shifter powers mid-Astral.
What the actual fuck?
That is just fucking rude. I can barely harness the Dragon here except to Shift to it.
“Hmm,” I sniff, feigning nonchalance.
He Shifts again to look like himself and then gives me a penetrating stare with those glowing green eyes. “What did you want to discuss?”
“You going back to the Dragon Realms,” I say, facing him and giving him as hard a stare as he is me.
“I don’t want to go back there,” he says with a small pout. “I like it here.”
“You are a full-blooded Dragon. You will not be welcome here. Drake will…”
“We have spoken briefly. He owes me for screwing my wife. I’m welcome here.”
“Oh,” I say, stumped. I hadn’t factored that in. Drake is an old tyrant. I’d figured he’d have Rath’Na shipped out of here within the hour.
He then develops a crafty look on his face. “As long as Savannah wants me here, I will stay.”
I grimace. “You leave her alone, do you hear me?”
“If she wants me to,” he replies, clasping his hands behind his back and looking around the small room.
“Do not take advantage of her. If you want to get your dick wet, go and find some Elder Fae who will see to your wrinkly old cock.” I can’t help the pettiness that comes out. He just pushes my buttons for some reason. Probably because I can see that he has an interest in Savvie, and I cannot let him near her to use for his own ancient needs.
He snorts. “Who says I haven’t already ‘got my dick wet’ as you put it? And wrinkly? That’s offensive. I’m quite happy with its appearance. I could show you if you like, but I fear you’d be green with envy.”
“Pah,” I spit out. “You wish.”
“As for taking advantage of Savannah, that is not something that I would ever do. She risked herself to save me. I am indebted to the silly girl.”
“Hm,” I say, now getting what this is. He feels like he owes her for saving him. She is the heroine of his story.
I’m startled out of my musings when he comes right up to me and tilts his head in an almost menacing way. “Do not get in between us,” he states. “I take delight in her, and I will not allow anyone to push us apart.”
“So, you do want her?” I ask, getting to the crux of my issue with him.
