Page 112 of Cursed Evermore
I traced a line down to the vein and a subtle groan caught in his throat. Something between a growl and a purr that made my bones vibrate with unrestrained desire.
Our eyes locked when I looked back at him and he grinned at me with those canines on show. Time seemed to still, and the air between us was crackling with untamed energy until where I touched turned to smoke, leaving nothing but the air there.
“Wow,” I muttered under my breath, watching the specks of smoke floating around my fingers.
“My dragon breathes Aetherflame and smoke,” he explained.
“What’s Aetherflame?” It sounded intriguing.
“It’s fire that burns not just from heat but from the soul. The flame is blue like soul magic. When a Fae bonds with their dragon, they share the same powers.”
“The exact same powers?”
“The same. But only powers. Not natural abilities like telepathy or weather control. So, she carries my magic, and I carry hers.”
“She?” His dragon was a girl. That surprised me and I couldn’t restrain the note of intrigue in my voice.
“She.” Cruel delight flashed across his face, but his eyes remained curious and calculating.
“Is that why shadows seem to follow you? And you can walk through walls? Because of the magic you share with your dragon.”
“No, Ziyka, that’s all me. I have shadow magic with a dash of something else.”
“What’s the something else?”
“That’s a lot of questions about me.” The taunting smile he gave me told me he wasn’t going to answer my question.
“I’m… just curious.”
“Aboutme?”
“Wolfe!” someone called to him. It was his brother.
Alaric hovered through the air not far from us, looking pissed. Pissed at me. His next words sounded like that Old Galaythian.
Wolfe snapped his head around to face him. The hard look he gave Alaric shut him down faster than a heart could beat and had him backing away.
I looked at each of the Bloodsworn dotted across the sky like sentinels. This was the first time I’d seen them all together. Garrick, Alaric, Bastian, and Wolfe.
They truly were a force to be reckoned with.
Wolfe flicked his gaze back to me and pinned me with a lulling stare. “Be sure to write about my wings in your journal, Ziyka. And anythingelseyou find fascinating about me.”
I frowned. “The book is for important things I need to remember.”
“Exactly.” He appraised me with cool precision. “I don’t want you to forget me.”
My heartbeat stuttered before quickening to a dangerous rhythm. “That’s not how the curse works.”
“We’ll see about that, mage.” He winked at me, then he soared back up into the heavens, leaving that chaos with me all over again.
Wolfe shouted a command and they each disappeared, flickering out of existence as if they were never there.
I went back to my little barrel seat and gazed up at the sky.
Wolfe wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but his presence lingered. Like he was still watching me.
I opened the notebook and wrote:
