Page 16 of Reigning
“He’s a keeper,” the woman tells me.
She’s right.
But talk about lack of privacy.
The shifter stares down on me like a confusing memory is passing through his mind. His attention shifts over me, and just when I think he’s broken through the magic of the Solstice Queen, he opens the door open wider to my cell. He stands there with brows lowered over his eyes.
His hand stays in mine, though.
It’s the only telling sign that he’s different.
A little piece of him belongs to me, and that little piece of him is strong, I know it is. I just don’t know if it’s stronger than magic.
My chest aches, and a long breath slips over my lips before I make my way into my little imprisonment. This is my life now. This confusing mess is my life.
The door clanks shut.
When I turn, he’s there, gazing at me with a sort of confused expression of love, but love all the same. He keeps the space of the cell between us but he’s here, locked inside with me. Rime leans against the cell door, a skeleton key held in his hands, but Ellise’s son is on the wrong side.
He’s on my side.
Seven
Two Tamers
I’ve made a breakthrough.Kind of. I mean, the beast isn’t trying to kill me, so that’s a start. And really, I got a dragon to snuggle me without fucking him. I am the ultimate beast tamer.
Someone get my Most Valuable Tamer award ordered.
Not that I’m bragging.
Much.
Rime’s palm is splayed across my stomach, and he sleeps soundly. Completely soundly for the very first time since I met him. Maybe it’s the safety he feels with his dragon, or maybe it’s our bond.
I don’t know.
I do know that I need to try to expand on my powers while they’re still on tingling overdrive from having Rime willingly so close to me. I try what I think will be the most beneficial. I’m here with Rime.
So I reach out to our mate.
Chaos…
Shivers spread across my arms, and it isn’t from the cold.
Chaos I need you. I need the three of you here with me. I need you in Attika.
Just talking to him even without an answer causes my magic flare and fire and soar through my veins. I’m stronger with support. I’m stronger withthem.
The cool air in the dungeon swirls, lifting the ends of my hair. It’s light at first, a gentle pull of power. Then it grows. It clatters the door of my cell, making it shift back and forth against the lock. But breaking free isn’t my intent.
I just want to hear his voice.
I need to hear him.
Low!
His voice roars through my mind with so much frantic urgency I flinch from the pained sound of his tone. My lashes part instantly.
