Without a backward glance he shot into the sky, seeking the frigid atmosphere high above Tartaria. Once he gained the altitude needed, Saber leveled out, stretched his wings wide and flew.
He flew fast and far in an attempt to rid himself of his restlessness. Yet nothing could. Finally, he just glided, the light of Tartaria’s two moons reflecting off his midnight scales. Above him, millions of tiny stars twinkled.
Saber felt the heavy pit inside him growing deeper. Would he ever find peace? A mate would bring peace. For the first few hundred years of his life, Saber had been hopeful of finding his mate. After over a thousand years, he had begun to lose hope, and now he knew it would never happen for him.
Lost in thought, it took a moment to register that he was no longer alone. Saber craned his head around. A shadow to the side and just above, blocked out the stars.
“I know you are there. Why are you following me?” he asked telepathically.
With a vibration of deadly magic, the dragon beside him shimmered and then appeared in full view. Black as midnight and bigger than Saber, Adariasthorn had liquid fire burning beneath his scales. Just like their father had.
“Needed to fly,” his brother said.
Saber snorted and shot a stream of dragonfire up at Adarias. “Right. And it has nothing to do with keeping an eye on me.”
Adarias returned the fire with a blast of his own but Saber dipped, ducking before his wing could be singed.
“So cynical. I told you, I just needed to soar on the wind.”
Saber knew better. After losing so many family members, his brother had gotten a little overprotective. Though, if truth be told, Saber didn’t really mind. Well, other than when he desired solitude and his brother insisted on babysitting his ass.
Still, one day not far in the future, he’d need Adarias. The fact that he’d finally lose his soul—his humanity—weighed on him daily. The loss would end up turning him rogue, just like it did every other male dragon. Saber despaired of that time, terrified he’d harm someone who didn’t deserve it. Yet without a mate, that day was speeding toward him like a shooting star. Thankfully, he still had Adarias. There wasn’t anyone more powerful. It was a burden Saber hated to put on his brother, though he had little choice in the matter. Adarias was the only one capable of putting him down when the time came.
Of course, that was providing Adarias didn’t turn rogue before him. If that happened, then it would fall to Saber to take care of his brother. The thought left him feeling unsettled and angry.
“You’re not happy about Cass and Maya mating?” Adarias asked.
“Of course I am. Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?” If Saber had been able to glare at his nosy brother, he’d have done so.
“Well, Cass used to go everywhere with you. I just thought maybe you were missing his company.” Adarias dropped down so they were flying side by side.
“Hell no. That miserable fuck was driving me crazy until Maya finally accepted his ass. I’m glad he’s mated,” Saber said, though part of him did miss his carousing buddy. Still, that wasn’t the reason he was so melancholy.
“You’ll find a mate as well. I’m sure of it,” Adarias said. “We all will.”
Saber didn’t answer because he no longer believed that to be the truth. Yet he still held out hope that Adarias would, and that hope was something he would never take from his brother.
“If it isn’t Cass, what is it? You’ve been awfully quiet lately. What’s up your prickly ass?” Adarias asked, snapping him from his dreary thoughts.
He should’ve gone for a drink instead of a night flight. “Nothing but my brother’s scaly snout,” Saber snapped.
Adarias shot more dragonfire in his direction, though it came nowhere near hitting him. “How about we go get a drink somewhere?”
“Good idea,” Saber said.
“We can go to Earth. They have a lot of great places to drink,” Adarias suggested.
“No, there’s too many Humans there.” Saber never minded the noise and constant press of bodies before, but now he couldn’t stand such large crowds.
“I heard there’s a new drinking house with live music on Joustal,” Adarias said.
Saber hesitated. The last thing he wanted to do was go back to Joustal, but he also didn’t want to have to explain to his brother the reason why.
“Saber?”
“Sure, the music is good there,” Saber finally said.
“You’ve been?”
“Yeah.” It would be fine. Even though the drinking house was near the site of the recent accident, which had killed over fifty beings, he’d be fine.
It didn’t take them long to arrive at the portal. Adarias did the honor of pricking his hand and smearing a drop of blood on the protruding stone. Almost instantly, magic flared and in a flash of white light, the portal opened.
In the thick, cloying magic, Saber followed his brother into the silver-and-black tunnel, keeping well away from the glittering silver stalagmites jutting from the walls and ceiling.
Moments later, they emerged into the lively realm of Joustal. It was night as well, which was good, as Saber didn’t want to see the place in the light of day. Not for a while at least.
Yet as they made their way through the bustling mining town, Saber couldn’t help but take in the black gaping maw of destruction on his right. A sharp sliver of despair shot straight to his soul.
“You helped find survivors here that night, didn’t you?” Adarias asked.
“Yes.” Saber yanked his gaze away and continued down the street to the new drinking house. Thankfully Adarias followed him in silence, but when he pulled the door open and walked in, Saber bit back a groan. “It’s too busy here, we should go elsewhere.”
Adarias shot him a narrow-eyed stare. “Since when do you care how busy a place is?”
“I—” Before Saber could answer, the group of shifters who had helped him pull survivors from the wreckage, spotted him.
“Saberthorn. It’s good to see you again. Join us,” one of the men called. He resembled an eager puppy, and Saber remembered he was the bloodhound in the group.
Saber was about to decline when Adarias walked over to the group and introduced himself. “I’m Saber’s brother, Adarias.”
The dog shifter introduced the others, then waved a server over for a round of ale.
“I know that woman dying in your arms hit you hard, but how are you doing?” another, whose name Saber couldn’t recall, asked.
“I’m fine,” Saber answered, and as he thought of the slight female he met for a brief two seconds right before she died, he was torn apart all over again.
“You sure? You seemed pretty shook up,” another said.
“I’m good.” Saber took a drink of the blue frothy ale that was handed to him and masked his emotions. Then he shot Adarias a glare, feeling his brother’s assessing gaze on him. “I am. I didn’t even know her.”
Adarias stared at him a moment longer before he looked at the rest of the group. “Tell me what happened.” Adarias listened solemnly as they regaled him with the details of the horrible accident that brought a whole building down two weeks ago.
Saber finished his drink and waved the server over. His mind was on the woman he had dug out of the wreckage, only to have her die in his arms. For one fleeting moment, when she’d met his gaze, he’d felt a very slight stirring inside.
He downed the next three drinks, then Adarias nudged him. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah, sure.” He tossed some coin on the table and said goodbye to the group.
“Hey, don’t be a stranger,” one said, and they all agreed.
Once they were outside, Adarias quietly asked, “Was she your mate?”
“No, of course not,” Saber replied, though he knew it was a lie. Deep down he had recognized the bond and couldn’t have mistaken it had he wanted. No. Even as weak as the connection had been, likely due to her being a Human or dying, it had still been one he’d never experienced with an
y other. He’d found and lost his mate all in the span of two minutes. “You ever hear of anyone having two mates?”
Adarias took a moment before he answered. “No. You?”
“No,” Saber said as they made their way back to the portal.
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