Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Elora POV Running down the corridor I could hear them arguing before they abruptly stopped, tears burning my eyes as they spilled over.

“Elora stop” Silas angry voice coming to my ears, I kept running toward my old room when suddenly I felt myself get ripped back by my waist. Silas arm wrapped around me as he started dragging back down the hall. He places me on the desk, his strong grip holding me in place, he picks up my magic and shoves it in my hand. Before handing me my mother’s necklace. At first, I thought he was giving it back to me, choosing me over the curse.

“Transfer it, now I am not walking around with it in that” he states, eyeing the dildo like it was a poisonous snake.

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head.

“Now. I won’t ask again, Elora. Your childish games need to stop,” he snarls, his grip tightening.

“Silas, let her go,” Matitus growls, stepping forward.

“Not until she transfers it,” he snaps at him. Matitus grabs him, ripping him away from me. Silas goes to throw him off when Matitus slams him against the bookshelf with so much anger that Silas looks shocked. Silas regains himself before pushing him away when Matitus punches him. Making me gasp and Dragus rips me off the desk just in time for Matitus to be slammed on it. The table collapsed under the force. Silas grips the collar of his shirt and goes to punch him when Dragus tackles Silas.

An all-out brawl starting in the library as Silas fights both of them, I hear him growl loudly. And not wanting Matitus and Dragus to get hurt, I seized my magic letting it travel up my arm holding the dildo and moving across my chest, it felt warm and fuzzy like a warm breeze moving over my skin as I transferred it to my mother’s necklace.

Looking up, Silas tossed Matitus into Dragus, their feral growls deafening, and Silas’s entire body was vibrating on the verge of shifting which would destroy the entire place with his enormous beast. Silas starts stalking towards their fallen forms in front of the fireplace. Rushing over, I hit him full force knocking the air out of my lungs, but he wasn’t expecting it and was knocked off balance and I landed heavily on top of him.

He growls at me, his green and gold reptilian eyes burning into me as I sit up, shaking my head. My hands on his chest as I pushed myself up on my knees. The necklace in my hand I hit his chest, before losing my temper.

“Here! Fucking have it you asshole. I hate you. I fucking hate you, Silas,” I scream smacking his chest with my hands until my hands hurt, and I felt out breath. I knew I didn’t hurt him; knew nothing I could do would hurt him. Feeling hands grab me, I smack them away.

“Don’t touch me, please don’t touch me” I scream before breaking down, sobbing. I look up at Silas watching me like he thought I lost the plot and after weeks of his shit I finally had. I had enough, I was done. “Kill me, I can’t do this anymore. I won’t do this” I whisper, and Silas sits up grabbing my arms.

“Don’t ever say that again, Elora.” His hands were shaking with anger. My eyes snapped to him, he didn’t look angry, maybe I read him wrong.

“You have taken everything from me, everything. My entire life was ruined because you. My grandmother died to protect my magic when I didn’t even know about it. She died because you were hunting fae. My entire family died at your hands. Then you took my magic. The only thing that I have left, and you took it too. What have you sacrificed Silas? What am I to you?” I ask.

Silas shakes his head confused, I don’t know what he was thinking anymore, just another thing he took from me, our bond. The one thing I thought I hated, when in reality now that it was gone, I have never felt so empty. When he doesn’t answer, I close my eyes, willing the tears to stop before taking a breath and going to get up, when Silas rips me back down on the floor with him.

“I don’t want to take anything from you. I have no choice.”

“There is always a choice, Silas. You just didn’t choose me. You choose this over the mate bond,” I tell him pointing to my mother’s necklace. Silas looked hurt by my words, but I got up anyway, he knew I was right. How could he not? Everything came down to a stupid curse. Matitus and Dragus watching us before I turned on my heel walking out. I go back to my old room. Laying on the bed, I tug the blanket up and roll so I am facing the wall. A few minutes later I hear the door open, and I look over my shoulder, Abigail walks in. Rolling over she sits beside me, and I place my head in her lap, wrapping my arms around her waist hugging her.

“I have something I should tell you?” she says, brushing my hair from my face making me look up at her.

“I should have told you, but I was scared of what they would do if they knew” I already knew, I had an inkling when she freaked out about them knowing she was a witch. About her sending her mother away with her daughter.

“I know already Abigail; you don’t have to say it. I know what Claire is” I whisper, and she stops looking down at me.

“Don’t say it because if they ever asked, I won’t be able to lie now without my magic” she nods her head in understanding.

“I can feel it, you know. The bond breaking. It feels like I have lost a limb, a piece of myself,” I tell her.

Suddenly the door opens, Dragus and Matitus walking in. Abigail gets up before looking at me alarmed.

“It is okay Abbie, just go I will see you later,” I tell her, and she nods before walking out, Matitus steps aside letting her pass.

Matitus closes the door before walking over and sitting on the bed.

“Bond or not Elora you’re still ours,” he says, reaching for me. I move further up the bed trying to get away from them, but he pulls me onto his lap.

“I don’t need the bond to love you” he whispers into my neck. Dragus sits on the other side of me, his hand on my knee.

“You should go, I want to go to sleep,” I tell them knowing if they stay Silas might come looking for them. He may not have a bond with me anymore, but he does with them. To him I might as well be a stranger now.

I hop off Matitus lap climbing behind Dragus before slipping under the covers. They don’t leave though, instead remain sitting on the bed.

“Go, Silas will come looking for you,” I tell them. They reluctantly leave and I spend the afternoon staring mostly at the ceiling not wanting to leave the room. Marian comes in with Abigail at dinner time and we sit on the floor in front of the fireplace eating ravioli before they eventually have to leave to do whatever chores they had left.

When they leave, I have a shower, before slipping my shirt and panties on. All my clothes were upstairs, but I didn’t feel like running into Silas so hopped in bed. All night I tossed and turned my sleep restless. I couldn’t get comfortable, like something was missing and I knew that something was the three dragon kings asleep upstairs.

Getting up, I walk into the bathroom and get a drink from the tap, flicking the bathroom light off. I walk back to my bed only to sit down and see green and gold eyes reflecting oddly from the chair near the fireplace. I jump startled when I realised Silas was just sitting on the chair, his arms braced on his legs as he leant forward watching me.