Stuck in the Cabin (Exiled Dragons Book 8)

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by Sarah J. Stone


  “A peasant, you mean,” she quirked an eyebrow.

  He put a hand out. “I meant no offense, my love.”

  “There's none taken,” she assured him. “Perhaps one-hundred years ago, there might have been, but the world is changing. There's nothing wrong with working hard.”

  He smiled, offering his arm. She took it as they strolled out of the graveyard.

  “There is not,” he assured her. “And you and I have always worked hard to ensure that we are happy.”

  “It will take a while,” she tried to assure him, “to properly fall in love. But if it's meant to be, I have no doubt that I will. I believe in fate.”

  “As do I,” he said. “I am quite happy to court you.”

  “Court me?” She smirked. “That is old fashioned, isn't it?”

  “Why, what do you say nowadays?” he asked, as they walked.

  “Hmm,” she though. “Date? Take out? Hit me up? Netflix and chill?”

  “Somehow,” he tried to maintain his composure, “none of that seems as elegant.”

  “I'll give you that,” she smirked. “How long can you stay in town?”

  “As long as you'd like,” he answered. “The entire purpose of this trip was to see you.”

  “But you must have other things to do with your life,” she said. “You can't just spend the whole time wandering around, waiting for me to figure it out?”

  He smiled. “I don't. And I have done many things over the years to take care of you and make sure we have a future. Sometimes it's on Earth, sometimes on Umora, and sometimes on a different planet all together. Regardless, you are always taken care of. You don't have to worry.”

  “I do have to worry if I can't get up for class tomorrow,” she said as they reached the hotel. “You'll forgive me for not wanting to ditch my whole life on the spot.”

  “Of course,” he said as they stepped into the library.

  “But can we go to my room to talk?” she asked. “It's up this way.”

  “No,” he was firm on this. “Katianna, we are not married yet. And until we are, I don't wish to compromise your reputation.”

  “My reputation?” she was about to sputter out that he needn't worry about that. But the look in his eyes was so genuine and so pure that she couldn't bring herself to do it. “I see.”

  “So, if you wouldn't mind,” he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek, “I'll bid you goodnight here.”

  “That's…um…fine,” she blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I'll see you in the morning, then?”

  “I'll be counting the hours,” he replied.

  She took the left staircase up to her room where he imagined the family's quarters were.

  He watched her go, his heart beating a hundred miles a minute. She always did this to him, no matter how long they had been together. His palms were sweaty, and his heart was ablaze with love.

  This had been so much easier than the other times. She seemed to believe things, and her memories were flooding back with only a little prompting. If this was what the world was coming to, then he welcomed it with open arms.

  His phone pinged as he went up to his room, and he pulled it out, annoyed.

  Your services are required tomorrow, said the message from Nicholas. It was firm, and there was no explanation.

  Spencer paused his fingers over the keyboard. He didn't want to seem like he was questioning his princes, but he couldn't leave – not now.

  I am engaged until at least a fortnight, he wrote back. He figured a fortnight would be long enough to convince Katianna that she could take a break and come with him. Now that he had found her, he didn't ever want to be apart from her again.

  The message came back almost right away, and it was harsh.

  You will come when your princes demand, or you will be held in contempt. Spencer, you are a second bloodline lord, and we are summoning you.

  His heart was set aflutter, but this time, it was for an entirely different reason.

  Yes, my prince, he wrote back as he closed the door to his room. He knew that he didn't have a choice. While the dragon princes weren't merciless, they did not stand for people questioning their rule. They had been through so much in the last few years, and he didn't blame them for needing to be firm. He was a loyal servant, and he would come.

  But he was determined not to leave Katianna ever again either.

  Chapter 4

  He waited until the afternoon. The texts from Nicholas had stopped coming, but he could feel his displeasure across the galaxy. All dragons were connected to their royals through magic. Whenever the royals walked into the room, they were forced to bow as they invoked majesty. Spencer bowed before the magic got to him, for he respected them and considered them friends. Today, though, he was cursing them as he waited for Katianna to get out of class.

  She was wearing jeans and a long sweater, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She couldn't have looked more like an Earth girl if she tried, and it made him wince. Yesterday, with her vintage dress, she might have been able to fit in. But today, unless he gave her a moment to change, she was going to stand out like a sore thumb if she wanted to come with him.

  He told himself that it was all right. After all, all the princes were married to human girls. One was a witch, and one was a carapace – the opposite of a witch – but they were all human and had lived on Earth at some point.

  “You look pensive,” Katianna said when she approached him.

  He tried to smile. “How was class?” he asked.

  “It was all right,” she said with a shrug. “I'm taking the degree as a formality and hopefully to learn a little bit, but the truth is that I already know most of it from running the place. Everyone is learning check in information systems, and I've been using them since I was twelve.”

  He smiled, offering to take her backpack as they walked. “So, are you top of the class then?”

  “No, surprisingly,” she gave him a grin. “Apparently, there's a correct way to do things, and then there is my way. Besides, I couldn't focus too much today.”

  “Oh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Because I kept thinking of you,” she gave him a sly grin.

  “Oh, I see,” he replied as they walked. He wanted to hold her tightly, but he wasn't sure if she was ready for that. He considered the fact, though, that if she wasn't ready to be hugged in the middle of a public street, she was probably not ready to journey through planets for him. “What are you plans for this afternoon?”

  “Homework,” she said. “Aside from that, nothing. Today is my day off from reception, and I don't even have class tomorrow.”

  He paused at that, trying to sound casual.

  “So you don't have to be back until the day after tomorrow?”

  “Indeed,” she said, turning to him. “Why, do you have something wonderful planned?”

  “I uh…” he tapped his fingers against his leg, looking for the right words. “I have something planned.”

  “Tell me,” she said with a grin. “I'm sure I'll like it.”

  “I'm not so sure,” he said, turning to her. “But you have to know that I love you, even if you haven't learned to love me yet. And I would never do anything to hurt or harm you. In addition, I never want to be apart from you again.”

  “Oh, God, are you proposing?” she asked him.

  His jaw fell open. “No,” he said. “Not right now.”

  She laughed. “I'm teasing you,” she said, amused by the look on his face. “Did I never tease you before?”

  “You were always more serious,” he said.

  “Oh,” she said. “Maybe I was a product of my time. Actually, though, Spencer, what is it that you have planned?”

  “Maybe something equally as shocking,” he replied. “I told you that I am close with the dragon princes. They are summoning me to return. I don't know what it is, it may be urgent, but I doubt it will be long. I could go without you. But, my love, I never want to be apart from you a
gain. I understand, though, if this is too much, too soon.”

  “You want me to come with you?” she asked. “To the dragon planet?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “If you'd like. You mentioned that you are free.”

  “I would love to come,” she smiled. “You've spent some time in my home, why should I not see yours?”

  “You'll come, then?” he asked.

  “How do I go?” she said.

  “I can take you. It's magic, and it doesn't hurt, although it can be a little jarring,” he said. “We cannot transport from anywhere, but there is a spot – a vortex – not too far from here. A train ride for an hour or two will take us, and once we reach the vortex, it's instantaneous.”

  “And we can be back in a day or two?”

  “Yes,” he said. “That I promise you. I will not whisk you away to an unfamiliar place and leave your commitments on Earth stranded.”

  “Oy,” she said as they got back to the hotel. “Let me just lie to my parents then. And pack a bag. You should probably check out. “

  “I can leave the room paid for,” he replied. “I have every intention of returning here.”

  “Right, then,” she said, “just act normal, and I'll meet you back outside in an hour. Of course, I'm an adult and I'm allowed to go anywhere I choose, but a forty-eight hour whirlwind trip to a dragon planet might have them asking too many questions.”

  “I'll be waiting with baited breath,” he replied, and she leaned in to kiss him.

  “Don't look so nervous, Spencer, I trust you. And I've been dreaming.”

  “Dreaming?” he asked. “About us?”

  “Yes, about us. But I think it's been about things that I have done in the past. Was I nurse, ever?”

  “You…” he searched his memory. “During the war, there were some fights here about whether to enlist or not, and it left some men wounded in the street. You held one of their legs after it was cut with a bottle until the doctor came. You were very brave.”

  “That's sort of what I remember,” she said. “Bandages and a lot of blood. That must have been a long time ago. Does it always come back?”

  “The memories?” he asked. “No, they don't. You will get flashes, and we will talk more, but you never remember a full life.”

  “Perhaps it's for the best,” she replied. “I wouldn't want three lifetimes to come back. I can barely remember when I have class.”

  “Right now, all you need to remember is to pack whatever you need for a day or two. There's Wi-Fi there,” he said. “It's an advanced civilization; you will be able to charge your phone.”

  “Amazing,” she kissed him on the cheek. “I'll be right back.”

  “I'll wait,” he said, used to the fact that she would probably take an hour to get ready. She was always meticulous in her packing, making sure she was prepared for anything.

  It shocked him to no end when she was back downstairs in ten minutes.

  “Don't you want to see your family?” he asked, looking at her backpack. “Are you sure that's everything?”

  “It's only a few days,” she replied. “What did you expect? I said goodbye and told them I was going on a quick school field trip.”

  “Already?” he blinked, wondering if he had lost time. She smirked.

  “Oh no, I was one of those girls who packed everything and the kitchen sink, wasn't I?”

  He smiled, reaching his hand out. “It's all right,” he said. “I'm sure anything that you have forgotten, they have on Umora. If you are truly ready, we should start our adventure together.”

  She took his hand, trusting him to lead the way. For someone who had never been outside of town and had never even considered traveling, she was surprisingly brave. He thought it might have been left over from another life – this braveness; this comfort level. She even seemed to know how to board a train and hand her ticket over.

  She leaned against the cold leather seat, watching as he put their bags up and settled down beside her.

  “So, is it like a sci-fi movie, then?” she asked. “Umora?”

  “No,” he knew instantly what she was talking about. “It's more of a medieval fantasy.”

  “With Wi-Fi,” she said, and he smiled.

  “Yes, that's right.”

  “And these princes?” she said. “Are they like the books say they will be?”

  “They are not to be feared,” he said. “You've met them in one incarnation, a long time ago, when they were much younger and just princes. The youngest, Cole, is half-witch and is married to a human girl, Enya. She is his opposite – calm and pure to his mischief. If anyone knows about reincarnation, it is him. In fact…” he pulled out his phone, shifting through it for pictures. They were recent ones, taken at Nicholas' recent wedding. “This is Nicholas, the former regent, married to Rosa, who is a witch. They have a daughter who's about two or three now.”

  “Oh, my goodness, she's adorable!” she squealed. “A dragon-witch baby. Look at those eyes!”

  The way her face lit up told him that she wanted some of her own one day. She leaned forward, cooing, and he slipped an arm around her.

  “Are your eyes like that?” She turned to him and smiled. “They are. There's some yellow.”

  “That's the dragon in me,” he said. “The yellow tint is always a giveaway.”

  “I think they are beautiful,” she said. “To think that two weeks ago, we didn't know each other.”

  “Except we did,” he pointed out.

  “We did,” she smiled. “So, Cole and Nicholas. Is that it?”

  “This is Alexander,” he zoomed into the picture. “The former king after his father died. He's the current regent, and his wife is the former dragon queen. This is Ariel, and she is carapace, which means she takes away all magical ability.”

  “I know her! She's a dancer in The Nutcracker. She's the one that does the dancing on knives.”

  “On knives?” Spencer raised an eyebrow, and Katianna took out her own phone, googling quickly.

  “Here. She's revolutionary. We studied her in dance class in high school.”

  “Oh.” She was half naked in the picture, which fit with the image of Ariel that he knew. The one time he had met their wives, she had been the most scantily clad, and the most provocative.

  “And she's married to the dragon king? Wow, what a life.”

  “It was a marriage of convenience, from what I understand,” Spencer replied. “Unlike the other three's marriages. And he is the former king. When King Richard died, he was the next in line. Until his brother, Peter, here, returned from what would be your version of heaven – the other world, whatever you want to call it. He is married to Yvette, who used to work with dragons who had returned from the Other, catch them up to speed.”

  “Isn't returning from heaven reincarnation?”

  “No,” Spencer replied. “Because it's the same body and the same memories. And that's a recent phenomenon that we can't quite figure out.”

  “Oh,” she said, leaning back. “So, they don't know about me?”

  “I didn't mention it,” he replied. “I thought...I thought they would think I'm crazy. But so much is changing. I think it's finally time.”

  He didn't mention the sense of urgency that he had, the sense of impending doom, and the clock running out of time. She accepted this answer, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes. The train bumped along, and he closed his eyes as well, perfectly content to simply be by her side. Whatever was coming, they could figure it out now that they were together again.

  Chapter 5

  When the train finally reached the spot where Spencer knew there was a vortex, they had to shake themselves awake. It was a scramble to grab the bags and rush off the train before the doors closed. Katianna gave him a grin as they half stumbled onto the grass.

  “Are you all right, all powerful dragon lord?”

  “My love,” he said as they got some strange looks by other people exiting the train. “As mu
ch as I love you, you might want to keep your voice down.”

  “Right,” she said. “Sorry. Slip of the tongue.”

  “In a few moments, you won't have to worry about that at all,” he assured her. He took her by the hand, bringing her toward the back of the train station. “On Umora, you will be the one that stands out.”

  “People have always said I stood out,” she said, touching her face. “My eyes are unique, too, remember?”

  “Your eyes are how I find you,” he said. “I would never change them, not for a moment. I think they're beautiful.”

  She smiled, leaning in for a kiss. No one had ever told her that her eyes were beautiful. They told her that they were unique or interesting, but Spencer made her feel like the prettiest woman in the world. He never so much as looked at another woman, his gaze constantly on her. She felt so much stronger, so much more powerful when he was by her side. It was as if the world was her oyster.

  It also explained how she felt drawn to the TV when a dragon had appeared on Earth a few years ago. The media covered it up as a prank, but she always knew that something wasn't right. It was too real to be a doctored video, and people had died. They had quickly covered that up as well, but she had spent far too much time googling it. She had always been interested in sci-fi and the paranormal, although she had never told anyone just how obsessed she was. This was a dream come true.

  “What do we do?” she asked, resisting the urge to kiss him again.

  “Take my hand,” he replied, making sure that there was no one else around. He squeezed her hand, and then took the other one. “It's going to be jarring. You are going to feel the magic and then a whoosh of blackness. I'll do my best to hold you up, but you are probably going to end up on the throne room floor.”

  “Oh,” she shrugged. “All right. Sounds easy enough.”

  “It's jarring at first, but you'll get used to it. I hope,” he squeezed her hand. “Close your eyes.”

  She did as she was told, trembling half with excitement and half with fear. She felt it exactly as he told her she would. First, it was warm, and then it was a bit concerning. She felt dizzy, like she was floating.

 

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