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That means, I am free of them. I feel nothing for them besides my own feelings.

“That’s why you wanted the dildo, because I wouldn’t feel the pull to mate with them now,” I state shocked but also relieved no more mating heat, or invasions of my thoughts, nothing. I’m simply me.

“They aren’t going to like that; Dragons can only mate with their mates and unless Dragus or Matitus are willing to switch sides…” Abigail says worriedly, and I have to agree with her. I know they will be angry when they find out. That is karma. They can have my magic but not me.

“They wanted your magic; it comes at a price,” Marian says, dumping the dildo in my hand. I stare down at it. Now seeing why she thought it was so funny and for once, I don’t fear his reaction because I simply no longer cared.

Strutting out, I put the dildo in my back pocket. Marian is laughing behind me as she watches me move down the corridor. I brush my hair over my neck, so they can’t see my missing mark. They would be expecting the Fae markings gone but not their mark.

I’m a little sad that the only thing I have, I am giving up; something inside me tugs uncomfortably. The ultimate sacrifice and I am the one making it, for a curse I didn’t make, yet is my responsibility to break. It doesn’t seem fair, like I am being punished. So, walking into the library, my anger boils inside me with nowhere to go. They peer up as I enter.

Matitus walks over but I wave him off, not wanting them near me. Silas peers up from what he is doing and watches me as I approach. Reaching in my back pocket, I grab the dildo and drop it on his desk, making him sit back with an angry look on his face.

“What the fuck is this, Elora?” he asks, picking it up with two fingers.

“My magic, so you can go fuck yourself with it,” I tell him giving him a smile. Silas growls angrily.

“Really, Elora, why did you give me this and where did you get it?” he snaps, dropping it on the table. It glows purple and his eyes snap to it.

“You put your magic in this?” he asks incredulously. I nod, trying not to laugh as I pinch my lips back together. Matitus steps forward, cocking his head to the side.

“Why can’t I feel you?” he says, staring at me.

“Everything comes at a price, Matitus,” I tell him, flicking my hair over my shoulder. Silas and Dragus jump to their feet.

“What did you do?” Silas growls gripping my arm.

“Stripping a Fae of their magic, leaves them bare of all magical properties; your mark is magical therefore it is in that, with my magic,” I snap at him.

Silas growls, tugging me to him, and I pull away.

“You wanted my magic, now you have it. You could have had me, but you wanted to break that damn curse so badly, and at what cost, Silas? You can’t have both. You made your decision, live with it,” I tell him storming away.

“Elora, don’t you walk away from me,” Silas bellows, trudging after me. He grabs my arm pulling me back into the library. “Fix it, now!” he screams, enraged.

“To do that I have to take my magic back, so which is it Silas, me or my magic?” I ask.

He says nothing and I feel tears brim. He never cared for me. He just wanted the curse broken. I am merely a pawn in his grand plan. A child incubator, nothing more to him, nothing less but something to be used and thrown away.

“Lora,” Matitus says, stepping forward. I wipe my tears, knowing Silas has made his decision.

“Don’t, Matitus. You all made your decision. Now I know where I stand. I’m nothing to you and now you’re nothing to me,” I tell them, running out, so they don’t see me break.

Running down the corridor, I can hear them arguing when they abruptly stop. Tears burn my eyes as they spill over.

“Elora, stop,” Silas’s angry voice bellows down the hall. I keep running toward my old room when I feel myself ripped back by my waist. Silas’s arm wraps around me as he starts dragging me back down the hall. He places me on the desk, his strong grip holding me in place, he picks up my magic and shoves it in my hand, before handing me my mother’s necklace. At first, I think he is giving it back to me, choosing me over the curse.

“Transfer it now; I am not walking around with it in that,” he states, eyeing the dildo like it was a poisonous snake.

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head.

“Now. I won’t ask again, Elora. Your childish games need to stop,” he snarls, his grip tightening.

“Silas, let her go,” Matitus growls, stepping forward.

“Not until she transfers it,” he snaps at him. Matitus grabs him, ripping him away from me. Silas goes to throw him off when Matitus slams him against the bookshelf with so much anger, Silas looks shocked. Silas regains himself, pushing him away when Matitus punches him. I gasp as Dragus rips me off the desk just in time for Matitus to be slammed on it. The table collapses under the force. Silas grips the collar of his shirt and goes to punch him when Dragus tackles Silas.

An all-out brawl commences in the library as Silas fights them both. He growls loudly. Not wanting Matitus and Dragus to get hurt, I seize my magic, letting it travel up my arm, holding the dildo and it moves across my chest. It feels warm and fuzzy like a hot breeze moving over my skin as I transfer it to my mother’s necklace in my hand.