Page 26 of The Dragon and Her Thief
“We’re done here.” Mythia turned and stalked away from him.
“You can’t keep me from them. I will find out, and I will come for my descendant,” Xomor hollered behind her. She ignored his ranting, shifted back into her beast, and took off.
“Why am I sent away to wait in a room as if I’m a child?” Kelsey muttered. She paced back and forth in front of the hearth. Once Mythia had stormed out of the room, Kelsey placed the medallion, still wrapped in the velvet material, on the nightstand. She didn’t know what else to do with it.
She just knew she didn’t want to touch it again with her bare hands.
Her footsteps faltered at the sound of a roar of a dragon. It was long and powerful, as if to warn something off.
Mythia.
Kelsey knew without even having to look. She could sense her dragon was near.
When did Mythia become her dragon?
When she fucked you into submission.
Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair. The little voice in the back of her head was right.
I must be going crazy.
She was already missing Mythia. Did she believe in fate? That this crazy thing between them was predestined by a higher power?
Kelsey didn’t have an answer. She only knew that she was drawn to Mythia, and the bond between them was growing stronger.
What was even crazier was that Mythia hadn’t even officially claimed her yet.
Once she did, the pull between them would be magnified.
Kelsey glanced out the windows, seeing the darkness fall.
Wasn’t it just morning? Mythia had said breakfast was waiting for them.
What was going on? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Mythia was pissed about something. Kelsey had so many unanswered questions.
She was unaware of how long she’d been in the room. Her bag hadn’t been returned to her, so she had no way of being able to contact Jasper or her family.
“Oh, Jasper.” She was going to have to find a way to let him know she was okay. Her mother and grandmother wouldn’t worry. She sometimes picked up the night shifts for overtime, and could go a couple of days without speaking to them.
But Jasper, they spoke every single day.
She just hoped he wouldn’t do anything crazy, like try to overtake the castle to rescue her.
“I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Where would you go?”
Kelsey screamed. She spun around and found a tiny woman standing behind her. Her brown skin was flawless, with little to no wrinkles. Her silver hair was held back by two long braids.
“Who are you, and how are you so quiet?” Kelsey asked, holding her hand to her chest. Her heart was beating erratically from the surprise.
“My name is Sascha, and Mythia requested I see to you.” The woman bowed her head as the maid had done. When she lifted her head, Kelsey could see her wise eyes. The woman was much older than she appeared.
“You’re the seer?”
“I am. And no, I don’t have the magical powers of teleportation.”
Kelsey looked at the woman. If she didn’t teleport in here, was she able to read her mind?
