Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 28

I collapse when I see the aftermath of what was left of them, my legs going out from under me, and I realise that by saving one, I just signed their death warrants. If only I told him earlier or when Matitus checked on me last night, they may still be alive. Silas grips my arm forcing me to my feet and I avert my eyes. I couldn’t see those innocent girls like that, see the dead look on their faces with their throats ripped out. Silas drags me toward the castle, my feet barely able to keep moving as the doors open and I see Abigail standing in the corridor, tears running down her face at what happened outside. She knew they died because I saved her.

“Get to work” he snaps at her and Abigail and the cooks run off down the corridor. Silas drags me into the library. Matitus and Dragus follow us in before he lets me go and I crumble on the ground. Dragus comes over and kneels down beside me. “Leave her be” Silas growls at him, making him back up.

“That was unnecessary, Silas,” Matitus says angrily at his mate.

“She needs to learn” is all he says as he retrieves my grandmother’s book. “Come here” Silas says, making my eyes snap to him.

“Don’t make me say it again” he growls and Dragus moves closer before reaching down and picking me up off the ground and placing me on my feet. I stagger toward him, gripping the desk for support. My entire body is shaking and numb. Silas unwraps the cloth around the book and I watch the fire crackle in the fireplace off to the side of me. Stepping in front of me, Silas hands the book to me.

“Read it, now,” he says, thrusting it in my hands. I grip the book in shaking hands, letting my thumb run over the leather. Silas watches me expectantly as I open it and drop my head to examine the first page. The fireplace crackling loudly beside me, and I feel my eyes dart to it again. Not even hesitating, I toss it in the fireplace. Watch as the fire licks at the leather binding it. Silas walks over, not even afraid of the flames as he reaches in picking it up. The cuff of his shirt caught alight and I held my breath, praying that it was long enough to burn the book. Silas blows off the flame burning the book and pats his shirt. I am shocked to see it isn’t even marred and still perfectly intact.

“Nice try, but I don’t recommend you do that again,” he says, placing it back in my hands.

“Now read it.”He says his voice held a warning that wouldn’t like what he would do if I didn’t do what he asked of me.

“No, fuck you, Silas read it yourself” I spit at him. Silas growls low, and it makes my hair stand on end as he steps closer pressing his chest against mine and forcing me to lean back. Silas grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“I will burn this entire city and everyone in it to the ground if you don’t tell me what it says” His voice deadly calm and emotionless making a cold shiver run up my spine. He lets go of my chin and I open the first page. I see the emblem that’s bound into the leather, I run my fingers over it.

“What is it?” he asks.

“The emblem on front” I answered before flicking the page over and I almost burst out laughing when I read it. Of course, why didn’t I realise that.

‘To unlocketh the secrets and breaketh the beshrew. One will first breaketh the bindings with the key. Only then shall the words appear.”

“What’s so funny?” Silas asks, and I can’t hold in my laughter. I handed him back the book.

“You need the key to break the binding and read the words,” I tell him tapping the front cover making him look at it. He growls, yet the smile on my face never waivers. I see Dragus look at me nervously.

“Do you know where it is?” he asks. I knew exactly where it was, sitting beneath the floorboards of my bedroom in the house I lived in with my grandmother. That would explain why she refused to let me sell it for medicine.

“You do know where it is, don’t you?”

“Yes, and burn the city to the ground and I will never break that curse,” I tell him, challenging him. Silas growls, stepping closer, impossibly close, and I can feel his anger washing over me in waves.