The Dragon's Lover (Elemental Dragons Book 2)

by Emilia Hartley

  She put her hands against Gareth’s chest to push him back, but didn’t look up. She couldn’t bear looking him in the eye as she did this.

  “What’s wrong?” His fingers gently brushed her hair back from her face.

  “I have a confession to make,” she whispered. His body stilled for a moment. “When I was a teenager a doctor told me that… He told me I would never be able to conceive children. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I really should have. This isn’t a small thing. I know that.”

  She babbled on, but before she went too far, Gareth pulled her into his body. His lips fell on hers. His hand moved to cup the side of her face, his thumb wiping away a tear she hadn’t realized fell. When he pulled back, she was breathless.

  “It doesn’t matter to me that you can’t bear children,” he whispered to her as though she were the only person in the universe. “All that matters is that you survived this day. All that matters is that I get to sleep by your side tonight and for the rest of our lives.”

  She felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Her head fell back so that she could look into the endless blue of his eyes. She could see the soft sadness in his gentle smile. Her news had impacted him, but he was determined to let nothing come between them. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Rhiannon spent the next few weeks trying to make her presence in the city known while, also, trying to seem harmless. It was a careful mix of action, most of which placing her at the hearings that Wilson and Everett were facing. Agents and officials that worked for GOE cast wary looks in her direction. They were people that she worked with and knew most of her life. Now, they treated her as though she might attack at any moment.

  She refused to live up to their expectations. The dragon shifters were not animals.

  This city needed to see that. She hoped that, eventually, the world would see that, too.

  Wilson cast dagger like glares in her direction, effectively erasing the years of tough love that he’d shared with her. Everett, on the other hand, was more welcoming to her presence. That earned him Wilson’s cold hatred, too.

  She and Everett were in this fight together. He was following through on his promise. He told the truth about Wilson’s dealings with Raphael, the white dragon. He confessed that they knew Raph was a white dragon the entire time and had done his bidding more than a few times.

  Raph and two of his dragon friends were being held by GOE, bound with silver ties that effectively made them near human. She knew what that must feel like. She knew the helplessness that Raph must be going through behind those bars. Or, what he should have been going through.

  When they brought him to the hearings to speak, he sat silent. He refused to speak. He refused to look defeated in the least. He showed no signs that he understood the predicament he was in. It made Rhiannon wonder what was left up his sleeve. Certainly, no one would look in the face of the enemy and sit so confidently if they didn’t have a plan B.

  Rhiannon thought about it while she sat on the edge of her tub. A line of tests sat around her bathroom sink. She stared at them while she wondered what Raphael still had planned. It seemed that the future was unpredictable because the impossible happened several times over in the past two months for her. First, she learned that there was a beast curled up inside of her. One that was currently looking in the same direction, pleased and content.

  Gareth paused as he passed the bathroom door. He back tracked and turned to face her. She could hear his heart pounding with fear.

  “What’s wrong?” Fear was palpable in his voice. That was understandable. Last time he’d seen her like this she’d bled all over the small room.

  “I’m…” she paused. How did she tell him this? How did she tell him the unthinkable happened?

  Gareth closed the space between them, his hands instinctively searching her for wounds. With a small smile on her lips, she gently pushed him back so that she could look up at him. His brows knit together at the sight of her soft smile.

  “I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. Her face warmed, embarrassed by her own clumsy communication.

  He very carefully stilled around her. She could see the mirth in his eyes, but he was still wary. She didn’t understand his mixed emotions. It made her stomach do anxious flips.

  “Is this what you want?” he whispered to her.

  She pressed her lips together. A million thoughts rolled through her mind, tumbling one over the other so fast that it was hard to keep up with all of them. Instead of thinking, she turned to how she felt. She inspected the overall emotion that filled her. There was a warm feeling that filled her, crackling at the edges with nervous excitement.

  “I can’t tell you how this could have happened. I was told that I was barren. Yet… I think I’m okay with this,” she confessed. “I never thought of myself as the kind of person who would become a mother, but a lot has happened that I didn’t see coming. I’m living a whole new life.”

  “We should see a proper doctor to confirm this,” Gareth said as his eyes roved over the pregnancy tests that ringed the sink. “I know what the doctors told you before, but what if that was caused by the silver in your body? What if your body refused to reproduce because it wasn’t completely functioning?”

  Rhiannon weighed his words. They made sense. For humans, it was hard to become pregnant if there was stress or sickness in the body. The silver could have very well had the same effect on her body, inhibiting its functions. But it brought about a whole new set of unknowns.

  There was still so much to come. GOE might have come to their senses, but the white dragon clan were still out there. They wanted Snowdonia for themselves at any cost. If they couldn’t push the red dragons out, then they might very well attack. Rhiannon’s hand hovered over her stomach. Could she bring a child into that?

  Gareth’s hand rose to cover her own. His eyes met hers, burning with a fierce fire. He could see the hesitation on her face, could read the reason behind it. Her eyes travelled to the photo Drystan gave her, now framed and hung on the wall. Two smiling people hovered protectively over a small, serious child.

  “Our child will not have to go through what you did. I promise to protect the both of you until my last breath.”

  She reached up and touched the stubble on his cheek. This was not the life she ever thought she would have, but she couldn’t be happier.

  “And I will protect you.”

  Seduced by the Dragon

  Emilia Hartley

  Chapter One

  The light streamed in through the gauzy curtain over her window. It cast a pale-yellow light, touched with pink around the ceiling from the brilliant sunset outside. Gwen stood at the polished wood table in her tiny kitchen. Her hand hovered over a card, its edges worn and frayed over the past century.

  Change was coming. Moments ago, her fingers had flipped The Tower; an image of a woman falling from incredible heights looked back at her. Gwen stood still, scowling at the card before moving on. She tried hard to keep her head down, to live a quiet kind of life. It had worked.

  So far, at least.

  Clenching her hand into a tight fist for a brief moment, Gwen forced herself to flip the last card. The Lovers appeared, two bodies intertwined and wrapped in earthy vines. A face entered her mind. Her stomach flipped. It settled into an uneasy sway. He didn’t know where she was, Gwen reminded herself.

  Still, she looked around her small living space. Herbs hung over the sink, drying. Crystals absorbed cleansing light in the windowsill. Hand sewn pillows sat in the seats of her kitchen chairs, simple and cozy. Gwen had made a home for herself. Yet, the cards told her that her time here was over.

  She swore under her breath. There was one more card waiting to be flipped. She tapped her finger on the green and gold design of the card back. Did she really want to see what else the universe had in store for her? She could easily swipe her hands over the mess and pack them all back into their box, never bothe
ring to flip the last card. But, that wasn’t what allowed her to survive this long.

  Her nails slipped beneath the last card. She hesitated, feeling her stomach sway from side to side. Closing her eyes, Gwen drew in a breath. She had to do this. She had to know.

  The card depicted a shadowy monster with sharp teeth and an indefinite shape. Death looked back at her with its red eyes. Bile rose, sharp and burning, in her throat. She lurched from her seat, oblivious as her chair crashed to the floor.

  Gwen made it to the bathroom just in time for her tea to come back up. She dry heaved into the toilet. Fear pulsed through her. She thought that she was above that. She thought that she’d gotten over the torment that he put her through.

  It seemed that she was not as strong as she would have liked to think.

  Chapter Two

  Cameron didn’t like having to leave his home. None of the dragons liked it. The system of mountain caves had been home to dragons long before Cameron ever saw the light of day, but he could barely imagine living in the damp compartments. Sure, it was now furnished like a modern abode, but that didn’t change what it was. A cave.

  As he looked around, he could see many of them were taking it harder than he had. Owain grumbled and fussed about everything. Cameron could see that Owain’s voice was grating on his son’s patience so, Cameron placed himself between Owain and Drystan.

  He was patient. He could block out Owain’s grumpy nature while Drystan tried to collect his thoughts. Their retreat to the secret homes was a tactical move, but Cameron knew they couldn’t live in secret for the rest of their days. The white dragons were in the city doing who knows what. It was only a matter of time before the white dragons moved in on Snowdonia and claimed it as their own. Drystan couldn’t let that happen. They fought for the land centuries ago for a reason.

  “I don’t know how Elgar dealt with this for the last hundred years,” Owain grumbled as he watched the ceiling drip tiny droplets of water onto the stone floor.

  “He did because he had to,” Cameron commented.

  Owain nodded. “Poor bastard.”

  Cameron’s jaw tightened. It was because of Elgar that they were limited to the Territory to begin with. It was because Owain couldn’t be bothered to stop his brother from setting the nearby city on fire that they were treated like monsters. Cameron closed his eyes and pushed the resentment back. He locked it in a box and chucked it towards the darkest part of his mind.

  Feelings like resentment and hatred weren’t going to help them fix this situation. They weren’t going to make the human population suddenly see them in a new light. It was best that Cameron keep playing the role he’d been dealt. He was the mediator, the diffuser. It was his burden.

  “Dad,” Drystan began. “Why don’t you go see if Wesley needs any help. He’s trying to open some old doors so we can spread out a little more. I’m sure you don’t want everyone living under your feet.”

  Drystan watched the gray bearded dragon regard him for a long moment. Then, Owain nodded, and he set about finding his grandson with no argument. Once the old dragon left the room, Cameron could see Drystan’s shoulders visibly lift.

  Once upon a time, Owain had been the leader of the red dragons. When Elgar committed his sin and Owain did nothing to stop him, Drystan shoved his father off the throne and took control. It was a smart move, benefitting the dragons as a whole, but Cameron wondered if Owain didn’t resent his son just a little. Drystan must know that he did as they could barely be in the same room without trying to kill one another.

  “Cameron,” Drystan said, shaking Owain from his thoughts.

  “What is it?”

  “I have a mission for you. It requires your skill set.”

  Before the Occurrence, Cameron worked in the city as a private detective. It involved a lot of tracking. Tracking lost shipments, lost wives, lost kids. It was a job that he’d enjoyed until he was forced to retreat to the Territory. Cameron never thought he’d be able to use those skill again for more than hunting deer.

  “You have my attention.”

  “I need you to find the Witch of Caernarfon.”

  Cameron’s stomach hit the floor. “You’re kidding.” he laughed nervously.

  “I am not. We need to add her strength to our forces if we’re going to survive this war the white dragons are trying to start. Dragon versus Dragon, we might have the forces to win, but with the Witch of Caernarfon on our side we will be a much stronger force.”

  Last Cameron heard the Witch of Caernarfon had gone into hiding. That was after she and her ex, a dragon, leveled an entire town in their lover’s quarrel. Before that, the Witch had been famous for her fearful power. One that could turn men to ashes and enchant the minds of royals. To send Cameron to find her was nearly a death sentence.

  “Track down the Witch and win her heart. If you can do that for us then we will be safe.”

  Cameron swallowed past the lump in his throat. The idea of seducing a witch that was over a century and a half old made his stomach turn. It wasn’t that she was old, not that her age wasn’t a factor, but Cameron didn’t like being told to enter into a false relationship.

  All around him, his fellow dragons were finding their true mates. A flicker of jealousy burned inside Cameron, one that he didn’t like paying any heed to. He could turn his head the other way when he saw the way his cousin looked at the human, Dakota. It was easier with his brother. Rhiannon and Gareth hadn’t come with them into the red dragons’ mountain hiding place.

  Cameron’s lips pressed together. He was reluctant to argue with his leader, but, at the same time, he was not too fond of his leader’s plan. Surely, his mate was out there waiting for him. What if she were to show up while he was bound to the witch in their false relationship? What of their power force then?

  He didn’t say any of these things while Drystan regarded him. All he could do was manage a barely perceptible nod while his heart revolted.

  “Good. You will leave first thing in the morning. Find the Witch and convince her of your love.”

  Clearly, that was all that Drystan would say on the subject as he turned his attention toward something else. That left Cameron standing, feeling as though the world shifted beneath his feet. Little by little, Cameron managed to make himself put one foot in front of the other and leave the room.

  His feet led him to a door that opened into the wilds of Snowdonia. He sat himself on the edge of a rocky mountain cliff and dug his phone from his pocket. Signal was minimal, but it could still surf the web, albeit slowly. He had a mission and he could not ignore it, no matter how much he wanted to.

  Cameron wondered how the witch might look as he searched the web for signs of her. She was a decade older than him, as far as he knew. Dragons aged slowly once they matured. Cameron had no idea how witches aged. He imagined a crooked old woman, stirring a black iron cauldron on her stove. It was not a pretty picture. It was not how he imagined spending his life.

  It wasn’t fair that he was forced to woo an old witch while his fellow dragons woke up to the faces of their mates. Cameron wondered how his leader could ask him to do such a thing when he, himself, knew the love of a mate bond. Pulling in a shaky breath, Cameron shoved his feelings into that tightly locked box once more.

  When he opened his eyes, the tree filled horizon greeted him. This was what he was fighting for. Their home. It was the least Cameron could do for his family. He would find the witch. He would win her heart and her loyalty for his family.

  Eventually, Cameron turned his attention back to the loading screen on his phone. He searched Wales for news of miracles. The Witch had been known to perform great feats of white magic, blessing and healing. If he could find an area that was experiencing a number of small miracles, he was sure that he could pinpoint the witch’s hiding place.

  After a while, the gentle sounds of the Territory around Cameron quieted the rioting emotions in his heart and he was able to narrow down a location where he might find the witc
h. He tilted his head back and let the last rays of sunlight wash over his skin, leaving a trail of warmth across half his face.

  ***

  The next morning, while the sun was hovering between night and dawn, Cameron packed what he needed. He forced his feet to move quickly, fighting the urge to stay where he was. This was his mission, he reminded himself. This was his chance to help his family. If it saved their home, it would be worth it.

  “She’s going to be the death of you,” A familiar voice grumbled.

  Cameron turned to find Owain standing in the cave hall. The old dragon had a grave look in his eyes. He stepped forward, a gnarled hand falling upon Cameron’s shoulder.

  “If you can do what Drystan asks she will save us,” Owain said. “But when all is said and done she will learn that it is all a ruse, that the things you made her feel were untrue. When she realizes that you’ve lied she will eat you alive. The Witch of Caernarfon is not a force to be trifled with. Do not do as my son asks with nothing in your own heart. Try, for her sake as well as your own, to find some kind of emotion for the girl. She deserves at least that and we deserve not to face her wrath.”

  Cameron didn’t know what to say. That was the most that Owain had spoken in a long time. And, it wasn’t half the complaint that he usually spit. Owain must have met the woman that Cameron was charged with tracking down. It almost sounded as though Owain regarded her in near fatherly manner. That was unusual for the old dragon, but perhaps, that was because Cameron was only used to seeing the scarred relationship between father and son.

  “I’ll do what I have to,” Cameron said, his voice quiet and reserved. He’d come to terms with his fate. The witch would save them, but he already knew that she would be the one to destroy him.

  Owain shook his head and grumbled something about following blindly. Cameron tucked away the words the old dragon had shared with him, knowing that it was something he should probably carry close to his heart if he was going to see this through. Their eyes met and Cameron nodded his goodbye. He wished there was something he could say to lighten the mood, to bring some sunshine to this dark cavern home.