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Cailian breaks free, straightening his robes. “Nothing. I am telling you nothing. I won’t ever tell you the truth. No matter how much time has passed, no matter what you hear, what you want me to say will never leave my lips. You need to come to terms with that. No matter how many times you ask. No matter how much pain there is on your face—” Cailian chokes on his own emotions, the want of the truth trying to break free strangling his heart.
Nyx takes a step back, spreads his wings, and shifts, his dragon growing so large, that I have to duck to miss the swinging tail. He snatches me in his oversized hand, the ground suddenly too far away from my feet. I scream when I am lightly tossed through the air, the ground moving fast beneath my eyes.
Landing on the moody dragon’s back I grab a hold of his wings where they protrude from the middle of his shoulders. I pinchmy eyes shut because the thought of falling from massive heights might cause heart palpitations.
I’ve never ridden a dragon before.
I mean, I’veriddena dragon. This dragon to be exact, but that’s a whole other, much more pleasurable scenario.
Without a word, he flaps his wings, and we lift into the air.
“Cailian! Cailian!” I scream for him, my heart aching for my Ice Elven Prince. Snow begins to fall in a blinding amount, the clouds darken, visibly filling with snow— or Cailian’s emotions—because in the bond I feel the heartache. “Don’t you dare fly away without him you stubborn dragon,” I shout through the loudwhooshhis wings create.
He spews fire, completely ignoring me, and flies higher, leaving Cailian staring up at us which breaks me.
“He never would have left you.” I press my face against his back and cry. “Why can’t you take him for his word?” The ride to the firelands is filled with silence, the only comfort is the cold air we are slicing through, giving me the faint presence of Cailian.
I’m starting to realize Cailian’s word will never be enough.
Forgiveness is nonexistent when it is buried beneath so much pain and suffering.
The two men I love will neverloveeach other. I’ll have two separate lives and perhaps it isn’t them who needs to face reality, but me.
They will always be broken and forcing them together will not make us fit.
That dragon is insufferable. I cannot stand him or his damn moods. He is mad that I mourned his father? He is mad that he found out I never wanted to kill my best friend? Unbelievable. He is mad thinking I never cared at all. He is mad thinking I cared too much.
An elf cannot win.
I storm through the village again, being left alone without protection. Next time, because I am sure there will be a next time, I will bring Taygen, one of my best guards.
“Maddening fire-breathing asshole,” I grumble, walking swiftly down the sidewalk, away from my sisters and toward where we saw the Icebergsa’s.
If Rarity wants one, I will get her one. I will get her a hundred if that is what it takes to make her happy and if this is how things will be, then keeping her happy might be a challenge. That will not be anyone’s fault but Nyx’s.
And mine. To a point.
But mostly that damned dragons.
An elf stumbles out from a door to my right, laughter filling the empty cobble-iced street, reeking of ale.
He is not too far gone not to realize who I am. His eyes are almost comical with how wide they are.
“Cai… Prin… ze…” he slurs, giving me a drunken, yet somewhat well executed bow for someone in his state.
I am not in the mood for formalities. I give him a slight tilt of my head to acknowledge him.
“Wha—What?” He hiccups. “You doing… doing… doing—” he repeats himself, trying to find the right pitch in his voice. “Here.”
“I am only checking in on the village,” I say with a smile, not wanting anyone to know about the fight I had with my mate. I am sure word will spread fast enough. Right now, I want to ignore my problems.
Another elf stumbles out of the cave door, slamming into, whom I can only assume is his friend, the one who has been speaking with me.
“Ravarie, you missed it. You missed the greatest score in Freletch. Traxidor slammed the froster on the other team.”
Ravarie clears his throat, grabs his friend’s head, and turns it until glassy elven eyes are staring at me.
“Oh, fuck,” he curses, straightening the best he can in his inebriated state. “I mean— I apologize, Prince Cailian. Seeing you—”
