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“What about Dragon’s then, how many are left?” I ask, curious to know exactly how close to extinction they were.

“You’re looking at them,” Silas growls.

“So, you guys are all that’s left?” He nods, looking down sadly. “How is that possible?”

“Because when Blaire cursed us a lot of the female Dragons who found their mates killed themselves. Didn’t see any reason to live on without being able to carry their children. Effectively killing off their mates” Matitus growls, and I can feel his anger as if he blamed the female Dragons for their betrayal, blaming them for nearly sending an entire species into extinction.

“What about the male Dragon that didn’t have mates?”

“They took anyone they could and marked them and killed them to end their lives.”

“So why didn’t you do that?” I ask, wondering why they saw any point in existence if they shared the same beliefs.

“Because I trusted the Oracle.”

“Is that why you three took male mates?”

“No, we are true mates just like you are ours,” Silas answers. I nod thinking it was strange maybe the fates tied them together to stop the eradication of their kind like our ancestors did to the Fae, removing our magic so we blended in and remained hidden, but that left more questions because did that mean the fates knew all along the treaty was going to be broken? That a war would start? I suppose we will never know those answers and just have to trust blindly that there is a bigger picture, just like humans believe blindly of their own gods. Hope, that one word so many people cling to, what a dangerous thing to have it either destroys us or makes us.

“What are you thinking about now?”

“You said earlier that Matitus lied, and you had to punish him, what did he lie about?”

Silas looks at Matitus, yet I can sense he forgave him for whatever he did already, and Matitus forgave Silas for what he forced him to endure.

“When I met Blaire, I thought it was the first time any of us had met her. I was wrong, Matitus met her first, he knew of Blaire’s existence and kept it from me to protect her. He knew she was married and didn’t want to disturb her peace; he knew I wouldn’t care that she was married, and he was worried I would hurt her,” Silas says, laying back down and looking at the ceiling.

“Well turns out he was right I ended up killing her, but it pissed me off when I found out. I felt betrayed by him so he was punished. I wish I could take back what I did but I can’t.”

“And I have forgiven him so just leave it at that,” Matitus answers, effectively dropping the subject.

“We should get some sleep; we have to be up early,” Dragus says.

“Will you please sleep in the bed?” Matitus asks and I shake my head. I don’t even want to be in the room so they will have to settle for me sleeping on the rug or the lounge, though the rug was more comfortable. Matitus sighs, hopping up and grabbing a duvet and pillow and tossing it to me. He then throws another log on the fire and climbs back in bed.