CHAPTER 9 #3
Silas stirs beside him. He looks at me and smiles, and I can tell he is enjoying the position I am stuck in with my legs on either side of Dragus and my knees slammed shut.
“Close your eyes, so I can get off you,” I tell him, and he places his hand over his eyes looking between the gaps of his fingers, I roll my eyes at his childishness. I place my hand over his and quickly jump off him.
“Where are you going?” Silas asks.
“Thought it was pretty self-explanatory, seeing as I am walking toward the bathroom,” I tell him, stalking inside and locking the door behind me.
I quickly pee and then wash my hands. I open the door to find all three men are in a state of undress.
Silas was already naked when I woke up, Now all three are as I watch them putting clothes on.
All three pull jeans and shirts over their rippling muscles.
Tugging the shirt down, I look for my jeans, which are gone.
I feel Matitus touch my shoulder.
“Walk-in,” he says, nodding his head toward it.
Entering the walk-in, I found two sides to be men’s clothes; the top shelf held shoes, while the third side was women’s clothing.
I wonder when they had clothes brought here, but I chose not to ask the question.
I grab the first things I laid my hands on, jeans, shirt, and a hoodie.
Matitus strolls in, opening the door just as I finish getting dressed.
He takes a pair of socks out, picks up a second pair, and tosses them to me.
I catch them and sitting on the floor and put them on.
“Come on, Silas wants to find out if your magic manifested,” he says, tugging me from the walk-in.
Both Dragus and Silas are no longer in the room. I follow Matitus down the staircase to the library.
Silas pulls some books off one of the shelves, revealing a safe. He takes a key from his pocket and places it in the lock, opening it. He pulls out my grandmother’s book wrapped in a clean silk cloth.
“You knew what it was, didn’t you?” I ask and he turns to me.
“I knew the moment I saw the emblem on the front. I have seen this before. Before the war began. We have been looking for it,” he says, opening it.
“Why?”
“Because it is supposed to say how to break the curse,” he says, pulling the cloth off and revealing my grandmother’s book.
“And if I can’t read it?” I ask.
“We keep looking; we have found you so the Chosen One can’t be far,” Dragus says, coming up behind me and sitting on the edge of the desk.
“How do you know?”
“For someone not wanting to break the curse, you seem to ask a lot of questions,” Dragus tells me.
I am asking questions, but not for the sake of breaking the curse placed on them. I want to know how to restore the Fae back to their magic if any remain— restore the balance.
Silas places the book in my hand, and I brush my fingers over the emblem. I recognize the emblem carved into its leather. My grandmother always hid the book, so I never got a good look at it. I realize where I have seen it. My mother’s necklace had the same emblem etched into the stone it held.
“You recognize that?” Silas asks, stepping closer. I nod.
“So, you’ve seen it?”
“Yes, on my mother’s necklace.”
“Do you have it?”
I shake my head. I know where it is, I’m not telling them that, and if they don’t ask, I will keep it that way, because something tells me her necklace is linked to the curse on them.
I’m not sure how I know, though I have this strange feeling that both the book and her necklace are connected somehow.
Opening the cover, I turn a few pages before handing it back. “It’s still blank,” I tell him. He takes it from me and flicks the pages like the words were going to appear. Silas grips my shoulders, staring me in the eye.
“Are you lying to me? Can you read it?” he says, emphasizing every word.
“No, you know I can’t lie. So why ask?” I tell him.
And it is the truth. I can’t read it. I know one thing they obviously don’t know.
It may be my twenty-first birthday, but Fae magic is extremely specific.
Magic doesn’t manifest until the exact time you were born, and I still had until 10:03 PM tonight.
“Because Fae with magic can lie,” Dragus says.
I shake my head, disagreeing with him. “No, they can’t, my grandmother would have told me that.”
“Not if she was lying to you. Didn’t you say she still had her magic?”
I say nothing because he is right; she did still have magic.
“Fae struggle to lie with magic, but it can still be done,” Silas growls annoyed.
Silas swears, smashing everything off his desk in a rage.
I move away from him and Matitus comes over and grabs his shoulders, pulling him against him.
I watch, curious about how easily Matitus can calm him.
Matitus runs his hands up his arms and over his broad chest. With each touch, Silas’s breathing slows, and his anger slowly dissipates.
“We will find them; we have our mate. It won’t be long till we find the person the Oracle spoke of.”
Silas sighs, leaning into Matitus. I move my gaze away and I find Dragus with his head cocked to the side, watching me. His eyes sparkling at me as I observe Matitus and Silas.
Abigail enters, her head down, making everyone look at her.
“Breakfast has been served, my Lords,” she says, scurrying out.
“Wait,” I tell her, but she takes off. Turning around, all eyes are on me.
“If you want to go, go. Just make sure you eat, please. We will meet you in the dining room at lunch. I have things to organize,” Silas says. I run from the room, not giving him the chance to change his mind. Chasing after Abigail, I find her in the kitchen.
“Hey,” I say when I catch up to her.
“So, what’s the verdict, have you got magic or not?” she asks curiously.
“No magic.”
I glance around, wondering if I can tell her about the Fae, when someone walks in.
I decide against it. It’s Marian. She stares at us both suspiciously, and Abigail mouths to me, to come find her later.
I nod, deciding to go upstairs to their room, eager to read that journal.
I don’t care much for the whole “mates” business.
However, I am curious to find out what caused his hatred for my kind.
Arriving upstairs, I open the door slowly, popping my head in to see if they are here. When I see they aren’t, I quickly go to the armchair to retrieve the journal and go to my room. Once on my bed, I open the leather-bound book.
I first notice that he has beautiful handwriting, making me jealous.
My handwriting is like a child’s. Silas’s handwriting looks more like artwork with his skilled calligraphy.
Putting my head down, I read the first page.
I feel like I’m snooping; I know he said I can read it, still reading his thoughts on paper also feels very intrusive.
In a way it almost makes him appear normal instead of the monster I know he is.
Silas Journal:
I found her today. I knew instantly from the moment I laid my eyes on her.
She felt the pull too, looking up the moment I stepped into the room.
What were the chances of finding her? I wasn’t even meant to be attending the meeting.
Sent in as my father’s replacement, I was furious.
I wanted to spend the day with my mates; he doesn’t approve of Matitus, and I know that’s why he sent me, trying to keep us apart.
I won’t have it; he is mine just like I am his.
Seeing her, though, I knew we would be complete.
Her shock upon feeling the bond I wasn’t expecting.
She looked up at me with those big doe eyes, her features turning to shock before she looked away.
I didn’t understand at first, thought maybe she was worried because of what I am.
Who I am. I learnt that wasn’t the reason when her father walked in with another man.
His eyes lighting up like mine did when he lays eyes on her.
He made his way to her and she looked nervously at me, worried.
I didn’t understand her worry. I was no threat to her.
No, I loved her already, and I just met her; hadn’t even spoken a word to her.
Only stared into those beautiful amethyst eyes.
She made my heart beat faster, every cell in my body calling out for her.
Then I registered why she was afraid. I clenched my fists tightly as the man leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
Jealousy consumed me instantly. I wanted to rip the Fae bastard to pieces, laying his filthy lips on my mate.
The man sat next to her, and she glanced at me nervously again before looking away.
My eyes traveled down her bare neck and down her arm to her left hand.
My heart felt like they crushed it in a vice the moment I saw the wedding band on her finger.
My mate was married, why would the fates mate me with someone who was married?
I thought there must have been a mistake.
I couldn’t even pay attention to the meeting; I don’t recall a single thing that was said.
When the meeting finished, I followed her around; she knew I was watching her as she casually strolled to the back of the Fae kingdom—her kingdom.
Stopping by the forest edge, she stood with her back to me.
“I know you’re there, so let’s get this over with,” she told me, and I didn’t understand what she meant at first until I walked over to her.
Then I saw it, pure determination in her eyes, and I knew what she wanted to do.
I begged and pleaded with her, and she told me she was happily married, but just to keep her I will share, we could share her. I just didn’t want to lose her.