AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I grumble with every flutter they make shadowing his cheeks, and as I look closer, I notice small flecks of ice on the strands.
He is the most stunning man I’ve ever seen, and I’ve imagined killing him countless times.
Now, I’m not sure if I can do it.
I grab the back of his neck and the simple touch makes the tips of my fingers turn cold. His veins glow brighter, and his hair begins to stand, the tips coming toward me.
He lifts his hands and gathers his hair. “If it makes you feel better, you can keep your hold on me while we speak. I cannot use my powers with your touch. You negate them.”
I try to warm his neck to prove I’m better than him, but I can’t.
My magic is useless too.
Tightening my grip in my frustration, I rip the iron doors open with my free hand. I shove my firebond inside before I spin around, peek outside, and then close us inside by sliding the steel bar into place.
He looks so out of place in my den. It proves how much he doesn’t belong here and how we do not belong together.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the door. “Of having you alone just so I can kill you.”
He doesn’t seem surprised. Cailian nods, the action causing his hair to fall down his shoulders. He’s wearing a long robe that nearly touches the floor, the sleeves cupping his delicate wrists, and the fabric stretches over his back before diving down his chest, showing defined pectorals.
That robe is covering the mark I left on him, and it agitates me. Has he been hiding it the whole time? Would he be ashamed to be mated to me?
“So do it,” he says, walking around the obsidian throne that was forged in the volcanoes we originated from. His finger glides over the glass. “It is beautiful. It’s as if rainbows were caught inthe glass.” His eyes peek at me, those damn lashes making me question my every belief when it comes to him.
He seems so unbothered by my statement.
“Did you not hear me? I said I wanted to kill you.”
His eyes never leave the throne. His palm strokes the glass, and a frozen sequence travels across the leg of the oversized chair that appears to be dipped in the green and blue lights that take over the sky at night.
“Am I supposed to be surprised?” He straightens, placing his hands behind his back as he faces me. “We have been at war for centuries. Why would your feelings for me change because Fate deemed so?”
I growl in annoyance. Why does this man have to be so reasonable? I expected this to be harder. I expected a fight. I wanted him to beg for his life.
I want him to beg me to mate him just so he can breathe another day. So he knows that his life solely depends on me.
“You agree? Fate made a mistake.”
He purses his blue-tinted lips as he ponders my question. “I do not believe Fate makes mistakes. I believe I was put on this planet for you.” He takes a step forward and I step away, forgetting I’m already leaning against the door.
I lift my hand. “Stop,” I snarl, not wanting him to come closer.
He spreads his arms wide as he listens to me. “I believe I am yours to do what you want with. If it is your wish to kill me, I will not fight you, Nyx. I will not battle you any longer.” His foot slides across the stone, daring the distance between us. “If it is what you want, then it is what I want.”
“It is what I want.” My voice is gruff with lust, betraying the words I just said. He takes a step closer, a cold breeze drifting over my skin. A welcome change from the heat.
He nods, the pain radiating from his eyes, and sparkling pools fill them. “May I have your full name before you kill me? I wouldlike to know so in the afterlife, perhaps then, I’ll be able to find you in another world where your father’s death does not taint my hands.”
His tears fall, but they are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. They are tiny beads of ice rolling down his face. I catch one in my hand, staring at it in amazement as it twinkles like a diamond before melting in my palm.
“Dovenyx,” I choke on a broken, agonizing breath. “That is my full name.” Because I want us to find each other in another life too.
“Mmm.” He shuts his eyes, smiling, letting my name roll through his body. “I knew it was something beautiful. Nyx did not seem to fit a dragon like yourself.” His lashes flutter until the cold glaciers of his irises somehow melt me further. “Okay, My Dove. I am ready.”
He looks down when he sees I don’t move. “Let me help you.” He takes my hands and places them on his throat.
Anger of another nature makes itself known. “Why are you doing this?” I snarl. “Why are you making it so easy?”
