Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 67

Elora’s POV

We found everyone in the dining room. They were all excitedly chatting away reminiscing old times, that Abigail and I weren’t alive for. Abigail had a huge grin on her face as she watched and listen, and I noticed no matter how many times Dakari would have his attention drawn away by Matitus or Dragus, his eyes would always go wandering back to her. Silas steps closer, his lips below my ear.

“I think something might be going on with them two”

“Dakari and Abigail?” I ask. Silas kisses my shoulder.

“Lets test that theory huh” He says making me look back at him over my shoulder, he had a silly grin on his face, and I could see he was enjoying Abigail’s and Dakari’s reaction to each other.

“Who do you think you are cupid?” I ask him. Silas laughs, shaking his head before speaking.

“Abigail” Silas says in a stern voice. Making me wonder what he was playing at. Dakari eyes go to Silas before darting to Abigail. While poor Abigail pales thinking she is in trouble. Everyone staring at Silas wondering what he is going to do, while my eyes were on Dakari who looked like he was about to jump over the table and throw himself in front of her to protect her.

“How is Claire?” Silas asks no anger in his voice turning all sweet all of a sudden. Abigail blushes before fumbling over her words.

“Right, I should get back to my daughter, if you’ll excuse me” She says about to leave the room. Dakari stands up, a panicked look on his face as she goes to leave.

“You have a daughter?” he asks curiously, and Abigail stops, turning back around to face him. I actually started to panic wondering if that would create a problem that she had a daughter.

Abigail nods. He seems to think for a second. “I can walk you home” Dakari says pushing his chair in and walking over to her. Abigail stares up at his tall frame before looking to me nervously, all while Silas thinks what is happening is hilarious and can’t seem to wipe the grin off his face.

“Wait you don’t have a husband, do you?” He asks and I could tell he just realised if she had a kid that could mean she had a husband too.

“No, he passed away” She said her eyes going to Silas making me wonder why they darted to him. I knew the dragon kings had something to do with her husband’s death, but I thought it was strange how her eyes went directly to him. Dakari loops his arm through hers like they are some married couple walking toward the door.

“Dakari are you forgetting something?” Silas asks and he turns around looking at him questionably. Silas looks down at him my eyes following Silas’s and I feel my face heat when I realised Dakari was still completely naked.

“Oh right, can I borrow some clothes?” Dakari says pulling Abigail in front of him like a shield, her face turning crimson at having a naked man’s junk pressing against her back.

“I can get you some” Abigail says looking up at him over her shoulder. He nods once before turning her with him and following her down the corridor. I shake my head.

“Give Abigail till morning before she comes back marked and mated” Silas says, and I turn to Dragus and Matitus. Now that they were gone all attention was back on me and I could feel their scrutinizing gazes on me, the earlier excitement long forgotten. I was hoping with the distraction it would have gave them plenty of time to forget my escape.

Matitus folds his arms across his chest glaring down at me. I hear Silas move behind me and panic runs through me when I watch him walk over to the double doors in the dining room, closing them and locking them. My heart rate skipping a beat as I face them.

“Do you have any idea the stupidity of what you did?” Matitus yells at me.

I flinch back at his anger. “Two people died because of you; you realise that?” Silas asks walking over to me. I suddenly felt cornered.

“You think I don’t know that? I watched them fucking die, if you three had of told me what’s out there I never would have left” I argue back.

“We agreed to let you run things then the first chance you get you ran. You want to rule means you have to think before you act Elora.”

“You can’t deal with me?” I scoff.

“No Elora, because I now have to notify the fucking families of the people you just got killed” He bellows. I didn’t see why he was acting like this when they have killed hundreds of people before.

“Your pissed off because two people died by my hands, yet how many have died by yours?” I ask.

“You wanted us to fix the city, wanted us to change things and we did. No one has died since your manifestation. No one, that didn’t deserve it. You are in charge for not even twenty-four hours, and you kill two people, you broke your own fucking rule” Dragus says.

I was done arguing, we were never getting anywhere. I fucked up, but how many times have they fucked up and I was the one that copped the consequences then forgave them?”

“So, it’s okay for you to fuck up, but not me huh” I ask. Matitus growls but I don’t wait to hear their answers instead, walking to the door. I pull on the handle but its locked remembering that Silas locked it.

“Don’t walk away Elora” Silas says, but I was done listening to them.

“Elora” Silas warns when I don’t turn around to face him, two seconds ago Matitus wants me gone, now I try to leave, I being told to stay. Enraged, I smacked the door with my palms in frustration not expecting to blow the door to smithereens. The wood splintering off as they ripped off the hinges.

“Elora” Silas bellows.

“Woops” I mutter ignoring them and walking out of the room. I hear things being broken behind me but don’t even bother looking back instead heading for our room. Walking up the stairs I walk in and shut the door. Now I was doubting everything including myself. I knew I fucked up, knew the moment I first laid eyes on the broken one which turned out to be Matitus brother.

But I couldn’t help but feel we learnt a lot by my mistake, that without me messing up, we wouldn’t have known the Broken ones could actually be fixed, that they actually aren’t broken that beneath the beast is still a man or woman trapped in the confines of themselves, just a little warped and twisted, but not truly broken.