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She had to have done something to me.
My mind slipped back to the night we'd met.
One moment we were saying goodbye, and I was leaning in for a kiss. The next, I had her pinned against the wall. Ready to bite her fucking neck.
The panicked staccato of her heart had excited me, and I'd growled as I dragged my teeth over her throbbing pulse and breathed her in.
And that smell … the scent of stone and sunshine had been utterly irresistible.
She'd moaned, then started writhing against me, making my cock hard.
I'd pushed against her, using the pressure between our bodies to hold her up as I ran my hands down her arms, then around her waist. But when I looked down, my arms weren't my own.
They were even more muscled, veins popping out at every curve. And my fingers had lengthened.
Kaiya nipped at my neck, and my thoughts fled. She took my mouth, her lips pressing into mine, agile tongue slipping between my teeth.
Mine. I'd ground into her, whispering in her ear over and over until …
I shook off the memory.
That fucking word still rang in my ears every time I saw her. Mine.
Swallowing, I pushed the memory deeper and strode faster. The sooner I found her, the sooner I could prove she was Forsaken.
Then, perhaps, I could find a way to get that fucking Witch out of my mind.
Chapter 20
Kaiya
Bright lights stabbed the backs of my eyes as I drifted into consciousness, the overwhelming cacophony from the Guardian gone.
A cool breeze whispered across my face, and I forced my eyes open. Reddish sandstone walls surrounded me on all four sides, broken only by a single arched window just past the edge of the bed. The shadow of something large passed by, the carriage-sized object glinting in the sunlight.
What in the seven hells? Where was I?
I tried to sit up, but the pillowy white blankets covering me were tangled around my legs and waist.
Glaring at them, I tried again, but a sharp stab of pain shot through my skull, and I fell back, closing my eyes, willing the pain away.
The door creaked open, and I squinted through the headache to see who was there.
"Miss Maderoth." A petite older woman with close-cropped white hair and a friendly smile on her burgundy lips stepped through the door.
She wore a dress unlike anything I'd ever seen. The shimmering blue fabric wrapped around her body several times and was tied in place with a thin metallic belt. Several necklaces lay in layers on her chest, scattered with stones of different colors, and the light from the window caught on the multitude of rings covering her fingers.
Walking over, she sat on the edge of the bed. Gently patting my knee, she smiled as she spoke. "Don't strain yourself. It's a miracle you survived the Guardian's wrath. I've never heard of anyone being attacked and not burning alive." She shook her head.
"But damn if they didn't leave you hot to the touch," she continued. "Thank the heavens Jaiel had the presence of mind to bring you here after that smoke signal or whatever didn't appear." She nodded in the direction of the door and whispered conspiratorially. "Let me tell you, he was a mess, scrambling here with you over his shoulder. It's not often that boy frets about something … let alone someone!"
Jaiel carried me — here? Where even was here? And why hadn't he tossed me from the boat when the guardian attacked? I'd obviously been burning alive like he'd warned …
I tried to ask, but my throat felt like someone had filled it with glass.
Wait. If I'd passed out and there was no smoke signal … had he brought me to the dragon village?
Fuck. I really needed to talk to him.
