Page 42 of The Last Dragon King
Especially after hearing Narine’s story. If that was true, and my great-great grandmother nearly killed off all of his clan, then I was in grave danger.
I waved goodbye to Narine and she gave me an anxious smile of encouragement. Regina stood, her face devoid of all emotion as she gestured for me to walk with her. I needed allies if I was going to save my life, and Regina had been kind to me before.
“Treason for having wings? How is that possible? I didn’t even know I could do that until he put me through that test,” I told her as we left my rooms.
She kept her head forward and said nothing.
“Did he tell you what I did at Gypsy Rock? That I rode on his back and killed a warrior from Nightfall? I protected him!” I yelled.
She stopped, turning to face me, and my heart hammered in my throat.
“I’ve fought beside the king in many battles. He is a just man who does not make irrational decisions. I trust that he has his reasons for your… treatment.” She then resumed walking.
Okay, that wasn’t exactly a declaration of becoming my ally, but I would take it.
It was a long walk to the torture room or whatever place they were taking me. We passed a library, kitchens, two training rooms, and finally made it to a set of double doors.
I released a shaky breath as Regina reached out and knocked.
I turned to her, suddenly desperate. “If he kills me, tell my mother and Adaline that I love them.”
She looked stricken, as if the idea that the king would kill me was preposterous. But I was just imprisoned for the last twenty-four hours and now I was being questioned for treason, so she nodded, and then the door opened.
The king stood there in full battle armor, his jaw clenched. “Thank you, Regina. You may wait out here.”
She nodded. “Yes, my lord.”
He opened the door wide. Behind him, I saw a single chair sitting in the middle of the room. A small whimper escaped me and I swallowed it down, stepping inside. The door closed behind me and I peered around wildly. There were no windows, only four sconces on the walls that burned with orange dragon fire.
“Sit,” he commanded, and I swallowed hard, taking my seat.
I looked up to face him and he walked towards me, his face bathed in the orange glow of the flames. He didn’t look as mad as I expected, more curious.
When his eyes fell to my open tunic, I couldn’t help but feel a small internal victory. Stepping right up to me, he reached out and I stilled. Grasping my tunic, he began to button it up.
“Nice try, but it will take more than a beautiful woman to distract me,” he said, and then dropped the shirt back down to my chest.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. He knew what my plan was?
Did he just call mebeautiful?
“Let’s get this over with. I’ve done nothing wrong.” I crossed my arms and glared at him. I would never forget that he’d made me use a bed pan over the last twenty-four hours like a sick patient!
He stood before me, towering over me.
“I’ll determine that.” His eyes flashed yellow. “Now, tell me everything you know about your power, and if you do not lie I may be able to repair my broken trust with you.”
Broken trust?I barely knew him.
I scowled at him. “Why don’t you tell me all of your hidden secrets as well, so thatyoucan earnmytrust.”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t need your trust.”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “You do if you want to put a child in my belly.” I grabbed my womb and his eyes flared like the sun, a slight pink going to his cheeks.
He cleared his throat and a small part of me felt triumph for making him blush.
“How long have you known you can transform into a dragon?” he asked, ignoring everything I’d said.
