Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 11

I wait for Abigail to drop the clothes off before having a shower. Using the wooden chair, I brace it under the door handle. I definitely don’t want a repeat of yesterday with them invading my personal space. Showering quickly, I dress in the sweater dress Abigail gave me. It was black and warm, but I didn’t like that it showed off so much of my legs.

Opening the door, I find Matitus waiting in the corridor.

“Block the door again, I will make you shower with me understood?” he says, not even trying to hide his anger. But why would he? He was one of the feared Dragon Kings and used to getting his way. Not wanting to anger him further, I nod before looking away. Matitus grips my chin, forcing me to look up into his snake-like eyes.

“I said understood?”

I nod my head feverishly.

“Words Elora.”

“Yes, understood,” I whisper, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at him and his tone of voice. I felt like I was being scolded by a teacher, not that I went to school. My grandmother schooled me and taught me the basics, like reading and writing and basic math.

He let go before gripping my elbow and pulling me to the kitchen where Abigail was waiting. Abigail looked up before turning her attention elsewhere. Matitus walks out, and I wait for Abigail to finally look up. She lets out a breath, looking relieved that Matitus was gone.

“Thank the heavens” she whispers when he could no longer hear. “You need to watch yourself around them, Elora. They may not be that bad now, but once Silas comes back they won’t be as gentle.”

“Gentle, that’s them being gentle?” I ask incredulously.

She nods before chewing the end of nail nervously.

“We need to get to work, Silas likes everything a particular way and the last girl I worked with got killed because she forgot to take a bin out” Abigail says, concern spreading all over her face.

I couldn’t believe they would kill someone over something so ridiculous. On the plus side, Abigail is talking more and looks a little more relaxed while no one other than me is around. Looking around the kitchen, no one was here. Which I thought was odd. Abigail must have noticed me looking around because she answered my thoughts.

“They left to get supplies. Once Silas comes back, no one may leave the castle until he goes again. Last time he stayed a month. I didn’t get to see my daughter for an entire month,” she says sadly. I put a consoling hand on her shoulder.

“Where does he go?” I inquire.

“To find his mate, or the chosen one as they call her,” Abigail mumbles.

“The chosen one?” I ask, wondering if it is the same chosen one my grandmother used to tell stories about.

“Yes, the one that can carry their children,” she whispers before shutting her mouth when she hears something fall over in the corridor. We both straighten up as a young boy, who looked to be about twelve, walks in carrying a bucket and broom.

“Peter, geez you nearly gave me a heart attack,” she says, and I could hear her heart pounding in her chest before settling, my hearing was heightened significantly more than a human’s which came in handy but also annoying at times.

“Sorry Abbie,” he says before his gaze turns to me, his brown hair falling over his brown eyes before he sweeps it aside.

“You’re Fae” he says, eyeing me with a matter-of-fact expression.