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Dragus grabs my hand, running his tongue across my palm. His eyes darken slightly, he bites into the side of his hand, offering it to me.

I press my lips against it, letting his blood fill my mouth, watching as my hand closes. I pull away.

Dragus pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me, his face going to my neck. He bites into my skin, making me flinch slightly. His tongue laps at my neck. He pulls away, his lips stained with my blood, licking them clean.

I raise an eyebrow at him, “What I don’t taste as good as I smell?” I ask.

“No, you taste better, your blood doesn’t affect us as bad since Silas marked you. Your blood usually only affects us if we are thrown off guard, like with Matitus,” he answers, and I nod. Which makes sense because my blood has been spilt so many times and I had wondered how sometimes they didn’t seem affected and other times they did.

“Come we need to get dressed, I want to show you something,” Silas says, stepping out of the shower and we all follow him into the bedroom.

“How were the kids this morning?” I ask Dragus.

“They’re okay, some refused to go to the safe house, some have remained, but we need to find something more permanent. Maybe you can convince the ones that won’t leave to join the others,” Dragus comments. I could only try.

Slipping on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt and jacket, I turn to Silas wondering what he wanted to show me.

“So, what do you want to show me?”

“Remember that man from the tunnels?” he asks, and I nod.

“Well last night we got people to help him move to the old green houses on the border of the forest. Today we are going to rejuvenate the soil to create more greenhouses, Abigail is going to meet us there.”

“How though? The ground is frozen and covered in snow?”

“You’ll see, we have builders ready on site. Everything is ready to go, we just need to build a few more green houses and fix the ones that remain,” he says. The task sounds impossible even if it wasn’t too cold and the ground frozen, we had no way of digging through the frozen ground to put posts in to build more greenhouse and I don’t remembering seeing any machinery around, but I also know the city needed this and if Silas said they could do it, I wasn’t going to doubt them. They clearly have some plan and for once, things are looking up. The Dragon Kings seem to be trying and right now, that’s all I could ask for and expect.

Silas leads us to the border edge. It isn’t too far from the castle, and I think for sure we would be trekking to the other side of the city, so I am a little shocked to find it was on the other side of the castle, on castle grounds. So, did that mean he was allowing entry through the gates to the general public now? Because the only way to this side of the border was to go through the front gates.

Silas stops at another gate and pushes it open as we walk through the trees that lined the trail we are walking on. Stopping at the end, I see open fields. Also, two run down greenhouses and an open field that was covered in snow that ran alongside the forest and far as I could see. The ground is frozen solid. I notice about twenty workers fixing to replace the roof on one of the green houses.

Abbie comes racing over as soon as she spots me. “Isn’t this great, they are building more green houses to hold fresh fruit and vegetables and that one there will be for medicinal herbs,” she says, pointing out the group of people that are currently working at building some structure out of planks of seasoned wood. I notice they keep sending nervous glances toward the three Dragon Kings, picking up their pace to show they weren’t slacking, not that the Dragon Kinds gave them much of a glance. Instead, their eyes are focused on the empty field.

Silas begins stripping off his clothes as Matitus follows suit. Abigail’s eyes dart to the ground as a blush covers her face. They don’t seem to notice. They are completely comfortable in the nude although, looking at them standing in the snow naked made me shiver.

“Ah, why are you getting naked?” I ask, my eyes trailing down their sculptured bodies.

“Like what you see little one?” Matitus says, a smirk on his face. Poor Abigail doesn’t know where to look as they casually walk into the field.

“What are they doing?” I ask Dragus.

“Shifting,” he says, making my eyes snap back to them. Just the sight of them walking away was enough to make my panties wet. Dragus raises an eyebrow at my blushing face, I know he can feel my arousal through the bond.

“Elora stop it, or I will take you in this field in front of everyone,” he growls below my ear before wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me back against his chest.

“Argh you smell so good,” he groans, his tongue licking below my ear making me shiver. Silas and Matitus shifts, and it is the first time I have Matitus in Dragon form. They are both gigantic, majestic looking creatures. Silas’s scales are gold while Matitus’s are black as onyx. They are huge, taller than the greenhouses and their tails long, nearly the length of the paddock and have barbs that stick out the end like sharp prongs. Abigail gasps and I notice the entire place goes eerily silent. Looking toward the greenhouses everyone is frozen watching them. Fear is evident on their faces, they look like they want to run but are paralyzed on the spot.

I watch as Matitus slowly turns around, his tail moving across the snow acting like a bulldozer as he stalks towards me.

“Nope I am done, you’re on your own Elora,” Abigail says.

“Chicken!” I scream at her retreating form as she hastily walks off toward the greenhouses. Dragus and I are still standing in the same spot. I don’t dare to move in case Matitus steps on me. Matitus stops in front of me, dropping his big scaled head and nudging me with his nose. I lift my hand, running it up the scales between his eyes, he makes a purring noise and I chuckle at his reaction.

Silas walks over behind him, he is a lot bigger than Matitus. He snaps his teeth at Matitus who growls at him playfully.

The ground shakes under their huge, clawed feet with their movement, claws digging into the earth effortlessly, and I see the snow melting underneath them from their body heat. Matitus nudges me before his voice echoes in my head.

“Hop on,” he says but I shake my head. He nudges me with his nose and Silas cocks his head to the side growling softly at me when Matitus suddenly licks straight up the front of me, his tongue felt like a cat’s tongue prickly and oh so gross leaving drool all over me.