Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 18

Elora POV

“Are you the only Witch?” I ask her, stunned.

“No, my daughter is already showing signs and my mother is a Witch too, we have remained hidden just like you.”

I nod my head in understanding.

“So how old are you, anyway?” she asks curiously.

“I turn twenty-one tomorrow,” I tell her.

She gasps. “So you might be the one they are looking for then, you could save us all,” she says excitedly. I don’t know how she still has hope for the Chosen One. I tossed hope out the window years ago.

“Do you know of the book? The one with the prophecy?” she asks.

I shake my head, not knowing what she is talking about. “What book?” I ask.

“The one that only the Fae with magic can read. The one that says how to break the curse. How have you not heard of it?” she asks incredulously. Her words make me think of my grandmother’s book, the one Silas took and hasn’t returned.

“We had one book; I don’t know if it is it. But Silas took it. When he opened it, the pages were blank. I couldn’t read it either, but my grandmother said it was about the chosen one, she read it,” I tell her.

“Where is your grandmother?” she asks.

“Dead, she killed herself the night they brought me here, said she would slow me down and she couldn’t risk them finding out,” I tell her.

Abigail seems to think for a second. “Maybe ask him for it?” she suggests.

I raise an eyebrow at her words.

“No, think about it, they would want to know what is in it, they are your mates and if you reject them, they won’t be able to procreate when the curse is broken. I am sure if you asked, he would give it back or let you read their history books they have here. Then if you are the chosen one, just tell them you can’t read it, but at least you will know what it says,” she tells me.

I nod thinking over what she said, it might work if only I could lie when they asked but I know I wouldn’t get away with it, they would know if I tried.

We had been just sitting in her room, talking. Talking about her life, her daughter and how she came to work for the Dragon Kings. They found her when she was pregnant. Her husband had angered them, and they killed him, all for mentioning some Fae’s name. Abigail wouldn’t even repeat the name of which he spoke. She feared we would be overheard, and they would grant her the same fate her husband was subjected to, leaving her daughter behind. Abigail told me her daughter is three now and lives with her mother and she gets to see her when Silas leaves.

She says Matitus and Dragus grant her permission to leave the castle as she pleases, when he is gone, allowing her to visit her daughter.

Pulling out a photo she had stuffed inside her pillowcase, I look at the angelic face of her daughter. This was from the last time I visited. “My mother found an old Polaroid camera in the trash and had one film left in it.”

Her daughter, Claire, was adorable. She had rosy cheeks and pale skin and dazzling green eyes and black ringlets. Abigail looks down at her daughter, her fingers tracing over her daughter’s face gently.