Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 43

Elora’s POV

I watched horrified as he ripped her from the room. I tried to stop him but the chain around my ankle wouldn’t allow me past the doorway. Screaming for him to stop as he dragged my friend away. Abigail had come to warn me, but I already knew their plans, but I could sense she was holding back something, something she wasn’t even sure she could trust me with. When Silas pulled her from the room, I knew instantly that he noticed something this morning. Could feel his suspicion rolling off him in waves, feeling his anger toward her. I already knew their secret, knew what they needed so I knew Abigail telling me wasn’t what angered him.

I tried ripping on the chain, so much that my ankles were now bleeding and bruised but nothing I did loosened its grip on me. Dragus comes running into the room and I guess that he must have felt the pain radiating out of me from my shackles. Felt my fear for Abigail as he rushed in alarmed, looking for any danger until his eyes rested on me, my fingers covered in blood as I tried to force the chain down my ankle.

“What are you doing, stop you’re hurting yourself” Dragus yells before gripping my hands.

“He took Abbi, help me get it off” I snapped at him. Dragus stands up, backing away. Guilt flooding into the bond and I knew he was aware of what Silas had done or was planning to do.

“You know, don’t you?” I accused. Dragus looks away confirming my suspicions and goes to leave.

“You walk out that fucking door without removing this chain, I will reject you Dragus” I scream making him freeze on the spot, his body tensing and I watch his fists clench at his side before he turns back to me.

“Silas will kill her, help me out of these chains”

“You don’t know that” he replies looking uncertain.

“I do because I know what she is. Now undo these fucking chains and help me” I demand.

“No, I can’t Elora even if you reject us. Do you really think he will let you go? He will never let you leave; you belong to us. Were made for us. Silas won’t allow you to walk away from us, he would rather have you prisoner then give you up”

“Then help me please” I beg.

“I’m sorry, Lora,” he says before walking out and shutting the door. I drop to the ground. He was going to kill her, I knew it. He truly was a monster, and I was powerless to stop him or so I thought until Marian ran in. Making me look up at the frightened expression on her face.

“He is torturing her in the dungeon” Marian whispers, and I feel tears burn in my eyes before spilling over. Marian looks down at the chain, her frail hands trying desperately to pull it over my foot.

“You can break this Elora, just use your magic,” she says,

“How?” I knew nothing about magic. When Dragus walks back in, a determined look on his face before shock registers when he finds Marian kneeling next to me.

“He finds you here Marian he will kill you, go,” he says looking at her before gripping the chain and snapping it next to my ankle. Marian looks at him, shocked before rushing out. Dragus hauls me to my feet.

“Don’t piss him off, you said you knew what Abigail was hiding?” I nod, and he sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You better not make me regret doing this, Elora. You’re not the only one that has to put up with his wrath”

I race past him running down the stairs; I see Marian moving quickly up the corridor towards the kitchens. She pauses when she hears me, a look of relief on her face when she realises Dragus actually lets me go to help Abigail. Running as fast as I can towards the dungeon when I hear her screams echoing off the stone walls. Throwing the basement door open, I rush down the stairs. The temperature was extremely hot, and I could hear Matitus yelling at Silas. Reaching the bottom step, I look towards the cells and see Abigail on the floor, her skin blistered and the air so hot it was hard to breathe.

Silas noticing me opens the cell door before ripping me inside. I instantly rush to Abigail.

“Who let you out?” he growls at me and Matitus walks into the cell. Abigail looks up at me, her skin red and raw. But she was alive. Parts of her skin melted off on her hands and I realised she didn’t fight back. She was going to let him kill her.

“Abbi, please it’s not worth your life,” I tell her, her eyes fluttering open as she fights to remain conscious.

“She is my life” Abigail whispers so low I know they couldn’t hear her as her voice barely made it to me.