Page 25 of The Dragon and Her Thief
That was a joke.
He was an old and powerful dragon shifter.
Mythia circled around one last time before descending. The ground shook from the weight of her animal hitting it. She pulled back on her animal, who gave her resistance.
Her beast wasn’t as nice as she was.
After a battle of wills, her animal finally relented and gave her control of their body again. She transitioned swiftly and reappeared in her human form.
She wasn’t a dummy and had summoned her weapons. She was dressed in her warrior leathers and had her favorite daggers sheathed at her waist.
Mythia stalked forward, narrowing her gaze on the man. He was tall and broad shouldered. His muscular figure was dressed in a silver tone metal link armor shirt, leather pants, and dark boots. He too had conjured his weapons. A broad sword was visible over the top of his head. He had a hard jawline that was clenched, a crooked nose, and dark, piercing eyes.
“What do you want?” she demanded. There was no point in drawing out the purpose of this meeting. This wasn’t a personal visit. He needed to state his business and leave.
“Always like you to be so forward,” he snapped.
She stopped yards away and eyed him. He had a foot in height on her, and about fifty pounds, but she didn’t let that intimidate her. She was a seasoned warrior who had fought in her share of wars over her lifetime.
“And like I said before, if I see you in my territory again, I’ll kill you.” Her hand slid down to rest on the hilt of her dagger. She would be only too happy to carry out her promise. “What the fuck do you want?”
“You young dragons are so impatient.” He began to pace. She watched him, tightening her hand on the hilt. “There was an explosive amount of energy released here recently.”
Chills rolled down her spine. That wasn’t too long ago. Had he already been near and she had been too caught up with her mate to notice another dragon was nearby?
“It’s no concern of yours. I’ll handle it,” she replied. There was no reason for her to try to lie, since he would pick it up.
“It is very much my concern. Someone touched the medallion recently,” he stated matter-of-factly.
She kept her face void of any expression. Her dragon didn’t like the fact he knew of something that had happened deep in her castle.
“I see you aren’t going to confirm, but I don’t need you to.” Xomor’s lip raised in a sneer, the cocky son of a bitch. He knew something she didn’t, and it pissed her the fuck off. “That medallion was cursed centuries ago. I’m bound to it.”
She froze in place. That couldn’t be. She won it off her friend Paxton years ago. She would have known if there was magic on that damn necklace. She would have sensed it.
“You lie,” she hissed.
“Believe what you want, but I’m telling you, I need to know who it was that touched it.” His smile vanished. His eyes darkened as a growl rumbled from his chest.
“Who would bind you to something that doesn’t belong to you?” she snapped. Her anger was rising. There was no way in the seven hells she would reveal who had touched the necklace.
Xomor would never come near her mate.
“Oh, see, that’s where this gets really interesting. A witch bound me to it for a sense of protection for those who shall hold it in their possession—”
“I don’t need protection.” Her patience was wearing thin. She eyed the sky and found it was clearing up, the darkness fading to light. A few birds flew overhead, as if the bad storm had passed.
But there was a sense of dread in the pit of Mythia’s stomach.
The storm was far from over.
It was just beginning.
“My binding is to my descendants, who shall hold the ruby medallion. You may have kept me from my many times removed grandson before, but this descendent you won’t.”
Kelsey?
He would never come near her. She was the only person who would protect Kelsey. She didn’t need Xomor’s help.
