Walking upstairs, I was hesitant to step in the room. One of the cooks had brought a platter of food, cheeses, crackers and fresh fruits and some weird round pieces of meat and what looked like coloured little onions. Dragus plucked a grape off the tray before popping it in his mouth. I walked into the closet, my clothes were a little damp from walking in the snow. I slipped on some comfy pajamas before walking back out to find all of them only in shorts having removed their shirts. My eyes roaming over each one of them and I felt my stomach tighten at the sight of them before Silas held out his hand to me, wanting me to come to him.
“Don’t go back on your word Elora or I will” he said.
Placing my hand in his, I let him pull me toward the bed before sitting on the edge. Reaching over, I took a cube of cheese and a cracker as they were literally the only thing other than the fruit, I recognised and started eating with them. “Try these,” Matitus said pointing to the round thing that looked like meat and the little onions. I watched as he put them on the cracker with the cheese before popping it in his mouth.
Picking up the little green onion, it felt slimy. Sniffing it, it didn’t smell like an onion. I pop it in my mouth and nearly spit it out from its weird tangy taste, it wasn’t horrid but not what I was expecting. Matitus chuckles before doing the same to another cracker and handing it to me. “You’re supposed to put cheese and cabanossi with it” he says, handing it to me.
“Try it now” he said as I placed the cracker with its strange assortment in my mouth before chewing it slowly and swallowing.
“Taste better?” Silas asks beside me as he lays on his side.
“Yes, better,” I tell him before making another one, copying what Matitus did. When we finish eating, I suddenly get nervous. Would it hurt being marked by them, in the dragon heat nothing hurt worse than the burning, so I didn’t even notice Matitus initial bite.
“It will only hurt for a second, then it will feel good” Matitus answers my racing thoughts.
“Can you not do that; I should be allowed the privacy of my own mind,” I tell him looking at him annoyed.
“Fine, I will try not to, okay?” he says, reaching for me as Dragus removes the tray and places it outside the door on the trolley.
“How do I know you will turn the power back on?” I ask, looking at Silas.
“You may not trust me, Elora, but I am not a liar. If you want, though, you can let one of us mark you then the other after the power is back on.”
“Will you allow that?” I ask incredulously, that one of them will wait. It actually surprised me he didn’t mark me the moment I said it.
“Yes, so who first? You can decide” Silas says. Looking between both Dragus and Silas, how do I choose without angering the other. “They won’t be angry,” Matitus says next to my ear, making me look at him.
“Stay out of my head, Matitus,” I tell him.
“Oh, right forgot.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Anyone got a coin, flip for it?” I suggest not wanting to choose between them. Silas stands up before digging through his pocket before pulling out a gold coin. He tosses it to me, and I catch it.
“Fine, heads or tails” I ask looking at them.
“Heads” Silas says. Flipping the coin in the air, I catch it before placing it on my arm and lifting my hand.
“Tails, that means you Dragus,” I tell him looking at him. Silas didn’t seem fazed as he sat back down on the bed.
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