Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 14

Elora

My eyes fluttered open to see the ceiling, my entire body was aching, and I knew the fates didn’t grant my wish of death. No, they once again failed me, painfully proving to me that they didn’t care for us anymore. My eyes scan the room and I see Dragus to my side, casually flicking through the page of my grandmother’s book.

Sitting up, I look down to realize I am just in my underwear. I quickly cover myself with the sheet underneath me before sitting up.

“You’re awake, how do you feel?” Dragus says, dropping the book in my lap. Freeing my hand, I snatch it away from his sight.

“Like I have been hit by a truck,” I tell him. Every part of my body ached. Especially my back. Moving even slightly made my breathing wheeze loudly.

“Can honestly say no one has ever referred to me as a truck,” comes a voice I was sure would haunt me for the rest of my life. Silas walks into the room, his height alone was intimidating, he was taller than both Dragus and Matitus. His reptilian amber eyes glared at me, his arms thick and muscular, his veins pushing out of his skin revealed by his tank top. He had a five o’clock shadow, a strong jaw sharp jawline and high cheek bones, his hair was jet black, shaved on the sides and thick and longer on top. He walks in and comes over to stop at the end of the bed. I shuffle back, wanting to get away from this monster. Only Dragus grips my shoulder, making sure I don’t run. As I stare down the man that caused all this pain. He leans over trying to grab the book from my hand, but I pull it back to my chest away from him. He growls menacingly in warning before reaching over, snatching it from me.

He flicks through it before raising his eyebrow. “What’s so important about an empty book?” he questions, looking at me.

“It was my grandmother's,” I answers, staring at the book clutched in his hand.

“So, nothing important then?” he questions again, and I fight the urge to answer.

I am not even sure what’s in it, my grandmother only knows. Only a Fae with magic can read the words inside. He moves to the fireplace and goes to chuck it in the flames before I scream.

“No, don’t!” I scream to him as I see him about to toss it in the flames. He hesitates, leaving his hand just above the flames. Dragus grip on me tightens as I was about to throw myself after it.

“Tell me, now,” Silas demands. I shake my head because I can’t tell him what I don’t know, but it only angers him. He storms over to the bed and grabs my throat, pulling me towards him. He is so close we were nose to nose and I find myself staring into the green and golden eyes of this predator. I feel tears well in my eyes as his grip tightens restricting my airways.

“Silas, let her go.” Matitus murmurs.

“Not until she tells me what’s so important about an empty book,” he growls, his eyes not leaving mine.

“Elora, tell him please,” Dragus pleads. I try to speak but cannot with his grip cutting off my air.

Silas lets go, and I suck in a breath, my hands clutching the top of the mattress to remain upright.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, and he rips my head back by my hair. I hiss at the pain radiating from my scalp.

“You’re lying,” he growls, raising his hand and I know he is going to slap me. I flinch and brace myself for the impact of his hand on my face. Only after a few seconds and it doesn’t come. I open my eyes and I can see he is struggling for control. I watch the muscle in jaws tense as he clenches his teeth. His grip tightening on my hair slightly.

“Please, I don’t know. Only a Fae with magic can read it,” I beg.

“Come on, Silas, you know she can’t lie, without Magic,” Dragus pleads.

Silas lets go after examining my face for a few seconds. “Why do you have it then?”

“It was my grandmother’s; she could read it. She wouldn’t tell me what it said though said it was too dangerous.”