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Matitus collides with him, their massive forms tearing into each other.

Gaining my footing, I run, trying to pull my magic back only it fizzles out completely. I try forcing it to heal me. Instead, it shifts lower—toward the child growing inside me.

Blood runs down my back as I sprint, tearing across the frozen ground on foot. Snarls and the sounds of battle rage above.

Suddenly, I see Aldrin. He has stopped, watching the fight with Pluto’s brother. I don’t make it halfway when pain seizes me.

Not mine.

Matitus’s.

Silas has bitten him, injured him. Matitus is forced to shift. Before I can react, my feet leave the ground. I’m caged once again.

By the man I love.

“How many times do you think you can escape me and get away with it, Elora,” Silas’s furious voice flits through my head.

“You broke them!” I scream hitting and kicking but his grip just tightens as he flies towards the castle, leaving our mates behind.

“They will mend, but after our baby you won’t,” his voice echoes angrily through my skull, the venom behind his words make my blood run cold.

He lands in the field by the greenhouse. As soon as his grip loosens, I run, trying to escape. He shifts, grabbing me, his arms securing around my chest in a vice-like grip as I kick and scream, trying to fight him off. My magic surges but not enough to do anything with it, besides making me glow like a beacon in the night.

Abigail’s shocked scream bellows as she rushes towards us from the castle gates. Silas growls at her, making her freeze. Dakari and Pluto are also rushing toward us. I feel relieved seeing Pluto is still fine, fine like the rest of the Dragons. But that is short lived when Abigail tries to speak to us, trying to find out what was going on.

My panicked expression must have been enough when I see her hands glow green. I scream knowing he would no doubt kill her if she tried. Dakari grabs her hands just as she unleashes on him, making her drop her magic or risk hurting her mate.

“Silas what’s going on?” I hear Dakari call to him.

“Worry about your own mate, I will worry about mine,” he snaps coldly as he kicks the castle doors open so hard. They smash into the walls on either side. People come out to see what the commotion is. I watch as the chefs dart off back into the kitchen not wanting to become victim to his wrath as he storms up the corridor.

I think he is taking me to the dungeons again, panic seizing me, and I start thrashing wildly. He continues past the door, leading to them. I am shoved into the room. The very same room I was in when I arrived. I stumble onto the rug as he steps toward me. Scrambling back on my hands and feet, trying to get away from his blazing eyes. His hand reaches for me and he grabs my chin as I come in contact with the bed stopping me from going any further.

“You try and run, try and leave before that child is born, I will kill Abigail and her entire family, then I will burn the entire city to the ground but not before you watch me rip her to pieces,” he says. He gets up and walking out, the door slamming and he locks it.

A sense of Déjà vu settles over me as I look around at the familiar surroundings. It felt like a lifetime ago that I came here, though then I wished for death, prayed for it as my life changed at their hands. Now I look around and wish nothing more than to live, to watch my child grow. No, this time I had a reason to live but after his words, after feeling the hatred burning inside him, I have the feeling death is all I am going to find in this prison.