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Chapter 40

We have lunch, then Silas leads me outside with Matitus and Dragus. Silas and Matitus start stripping off their clothes and I pull my coat off, the winter chill making me shiver, Dragus rubs my arms trying to warm me up. I only have a cami on underneath and even though the sun is out, the breeze is ice cold.

Matitus walks over to me butt naked, the air around me suddenly heating up, and I know he is manipulating the heat in the air.

“So, let’s see them,” Matitus says, looking at me expectantly.

“Um, I… Ah, how?” I ask, not even sure what I’m asking.

Which sounds silly—asking a Dragon how a Fae uses her wings.

I didn’t do anything last time. The wings just happened, then before I knew it, they were gone.

“You don’t know how to use them?” Matitus chuckles.

I shake my head. Am I expected to know everything instantly? Sure, they are a part of me. This is as new to me as it is to them.

“Fine, fine, we’ll just go and figure it out later,” Matitus says, moving away from us and shifting.

Dragus walks up Matitus’s tail, climbing between his big shoulders.

Silas’s golden Dragon nudges me in the belly with his snout playfully, wanting me to climb on.

Walking to his side, he drops to the ground, and I use his leg to climb up, settling between his shoulders.

Both take off, running before spreading their bat-like wings and jumping, their wings carrying them higher and higher toward the clouds.

I should have grabbed my cloak. By the time we reach the top, I’m covered in goosebumps, my teeth chattering loudly.

They soar through the sky, wings slicing through the clouds as they race and taunt each other.

Dragus, standing between Matitus’s shoulders, looks quite content.

Then he suddenly glances at me, a devious smile spreading across his face.

Silas and Matitus, flying side by side, slow down.

“You want to know how I learned to swim, Elora?” Dragus calls over to me. My head snaps to him wondering why he is talking about swimming; I feel Silas chest rumble like he is laughing.

“Yeah sure,” I tell him.

“My father chucked me in the deep end and told me to kick.”

“Okay? Why are you telling me this?” I ask confused.

“Because that’s how we’re going to teach you to fly,” Dragus says with a laugh. I stare at him wondering what he meant when suddenly Silas spins so fast and I have nothing to hang onto.

I hear Dragus scream out to me. “Fly love, flap those wings.” The air rushes past me as I plunge toward the ground, the air whipping my skin as I scream. If I survive, I am going to fucking kill them.

Silas turns, and I can’t help the laugh escaping me at her horrified face as she starts to fall. What better way to learn than to fly then to fall? “Fly love, flap those wings,” I call out to her as she screams. Matitus chuckles underneath me. We watch as she continues to fall, falling through the clouds tumbling towards the ground below.

“Any minute now,” I tell them, and Matitus chuckles underneath me. Silas, eyes trained on her, starts dropping height.

“You sure this was a good idea?” Silas’s voice flit through my head.

“She will be fine, what Fae can’t fly when they have wings?” I ask, staring into his golden eyes. She continues falling at an alarming speed, and I am quite impressed with her lung capacity. She can really scream.

“She is still falling,” Matitus says, growing alarm in his voice.