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Aurelius installed me in his suite of rooms, which to a dragon is his nest. He smiles at me in a genuine way that I haven’t seen him smile at anyone else. He gives me courting gifts.
Despite being his enemy’s Omega, he’s granted me the honor of this brooch.
He doesn’t treat me as an ordinary pet, but rather, as one of his personal servants, part of his inner circle.
And I haven’t seen him trust anyone else in the entire court.
My breath hitches, and my hands curl at my side, as I stare at the large, coldly dominant dragon who is still such a mystery to me but is treating me like I’m his pack already.
I know one thing for certain now.
He’s falling in love with me…
“Lanlin took my brother from me. He murdered him in front of me.” Aurelius’ strong jaw clenches. “I won’t execute him, until he knows what it feels like to lose everything. I will take the person he loves from him, as he took Tarq from me.” His voice becomes emotionless and hollow. “I will break his dark heart.”
Lucius’ concerned gaze flicks to me, before he says, quietly, “As long as you don’t break yours at the same time.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Shadow Court
Aurelius
Break my own heart?
It’s already broken.
I abruptly throw myself to my feet, hurling the half-eaten flatbread onto the marble table. Anybody else would have flinched back from my sudden, violent move but not friends.
They’re too used to being around dangerous people. They’re too dangerous themselves.
Although my emotions are storming through me, my expression is mask-like,as it has been trained to be.
Feel nothing. Be nothing. Feel nothing…
“I have work to do,” I say, curtly.
“You have food to eat, you royal son of a bitch, or you’ll collapse, and we’ll have to cover it up,” War growls. “Eat and sleep for once. It’s like when you were in the academy all over again.”
Lucius is unusually silent, however, simply watching me.
When our gazes meet, I shrink from the understanding in his eyes.
Why does Lucius always know me…see me…better than anyone? I should pluck out the fucker’s silver eyes. Only, I’ve never allowed anyone to hurt the Omega since I rescued him from his family, even myself.
He was my test.
If I could rescue the pure, beautiful Omega, who appeared like he’d been sent by the Shadow Gods themselves in Mother’s gardens and crowned me in her roses and thorns, then I wouldn’t turn out to be the wicked beast that everybody said I would.
I’m not so fucking naïve now.
I was born evil…to become evil.
But can I change that fate? To be a Golden Dragon who chooses to hold back my flames?
Do I deserve to be hated and feared for the death people see in my eyes?
“A cover up.” I arch my brow, sardonically. “How on the Shadow Gods will you four manage one of those?”
