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“You won’t hurt Claire?” I ask, concerned. Silas shakes his head.

“No Elora, I won’t hurt her we just need a little bit of her blood”

“You promise?” I ask and Silas steps forward caging me between his arms and pressing me against the shower wall.

His eyes held mine. “I promise,” he whispers.

“What if it doesn’t break the curse?”

Silas looks at the tiles above my head then peers down at me. “What do you want me to do?” he asks, and I can feel uncertainty hit me through the bond from him.

“I want you to stop. I don’t want to continue to chase something that is out of reach.”

Silas seems to think for a second as he presses his forehead against mine. I can feel Matitus watching us curiously.

“On one condition,” Silas says, pulling away and gripping my chin with his fingers, his eyes searching my face.

“What’s the condition?” I ask.

“You forgive me, and you never leave us,” he whispers, his intense gaze watching my reaction. Could I forgive him, was that even a rational thing to do?

“I’m not asking you to forget, just forgive and start over Elora.”

“And what if you break your word? I am not going to spend my life trying to break a curse that can’t be broken Silas,” I ask, knowing Silas doesn’t like being given conditions that aren’t his own.

“I won’t as long as you promise to be ours, promise to be mine.”

I go to answer when Matitus slides over next to us leaning against the wall.

“I would have just settled for her sleeping in the bed again, but this implies she will have to,” Matitus says, a cheeky grin on his face making me shake my head and chuckle.

“Fine, I will forgive you, but I want this sealed,” I tell him, holding out my hand. One thing I did know was that Dragons can’t go back on a blood promise.

Silas stares at my hand for a second and I think he is going to say no when he turns his hand over showing me his palm. I place my hand in his. Silas runs his nail across my palm, slicing the inside of my palm. “You promise to forgive and remain by our sides and be ours?”

“Yes”

Matitus grabs Silas’s palm, slicing his nail across it, his palm pooling with blood.

“And you promise to stop trying to break the curse if we can’t break it on the full moon tomorrow night?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, and I can feel through the bond he never wanted to stop looking. He would for me.

Silas grips my hand, and a cold rush moves up my arm, binding our word. My hand tingles as our blood mingles, sealing the promise. Silas smashes his lips against mine, kissing me, pulling back.

Matitus grips the back of his neck, kissing him. I watch as his tongue runs across Silas’s bottom lip, arousal flooding me. Matitus pulls back, his thumb rubbing over the side of his neck.

“Thank you,” Matitus whispers. I can tell he honestly thought Silas would never give up on the curse.

Matitus turns, looking at me, kissing me softly. Then he pulls both of us against him. I wrap my arms around him, realizing Dragus is sitting on the sink basin.

“When did you come back?” I question.

Dragus smiles, grabbing a towel. I step out, letting him wrap it around me, standing between his legs.

“Matitus mind-linked, telling me you two were making a blood promise. I came to see if Silas would actually go through with it.”

“He did,” I tell him, holding up my hand, the cut still visible.