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In the end, all males wanted to control her, overpower her, or use her for their own pleasure. He might be nicer and put on a show of asking her things, but it’d all melt away at some point, revealing his true colors.
It always did.
Standing, she said, “I just need to be alone. Please leave me alone.”
She heard him also get off the floor and then nothing. Eventually, he said, “As you wish, Percy. Although I hope to see you for our lessons tomorrow. I had planned a surprise, but I can cancel it, if you want.”
“I hate surprises.” They’d always been new trials, experiments, or a new guard wanting to use her.
He said, “I was going to take you to the children’s outdoor dragon lessons. If you want to go, then be ready tomorrow morning by nine a.m. If you’re not, then I’ll cancel it. Oh, and Violet will bring you some dinner later. I’ll leave you alone, as you asked, but I won’t allow you to go hungry ever again.”
With that, she heard his footsteps grow fainter until they were gone.
She sat on her bed, put her head into her hands, and said,Dragon, are you there? Please, are you there?
Nothing.
Confused, overwhelmed, and all-around unsure about anything, Percy let her tears fall.
She was so fucked up, and just when she thought she was doing better, she went backward.
Maybe her dream had been naïve.
Maybe it was time to give up.
But then that flicker of purple in her head was there again. It glowed but never went out like before. While it was still quiet inside her head, the light was comforting and almost felt familiar.
Even though she had no proof, she thought it was her dragon.
And with the comforting light still there, she curled up on the bed. Emotionally exhausted, she fell asleep instantly.
ChapterFifteen
The next morning, Bronx paced inside the living room. Violet sat at the kitchen island, watching him, but said nothing. That, in and of itself, was fucking weird.
His dragon spoke up.She’s concerned, is all. I don’t know if it’s about us, Percy, or both. But Violet only gets quiet when she’s worried.
Or plotting.
Yes, but I don’t think she’s doing that right now.
Bronx eyed his daughter and met her gaze. He grunted. “What?”
She shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so worked up.”
“I’m not worked up.”
She raised her brows. “Liar.”
Since she was, indeed, correct, he merely scowled and paced some more. Yes, he was concerned—mostly about Percy and whether she would come out of her room today. But he was also worried about himself.
Why had he told her about his tough choices when it came to past rescue missions? She didn’t need anyone else’s burdens on her shoulders.
His dragon spoke up.I still don’t see it that way.
Ignoring his beast, he ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the clock. It was 9:01 a.m. Percy was late.
He was about to sigh and call Tristan to let him know they wouldn’t be coming when Percy’s door opened. Going still, he watched the entryway until she was there, standing at the doorway without entering. He asked, “You want to go see the children? Or are you telling me you want to cancel?”
