Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Kaia cups her hands around her mouth as she yells up at me. “Hold on! He flies fast!”
“What?” I yell back, the wind already causing my long hair to whip around my face. Kaia doesn’t even answer when the dragon pushes up from the ground with an aggressive float and I hold my breath as the forest house below me comes more into view. I hold on to the harness and peak over the side, the smile on my mouth stretched wide enough to break my face. Wow. Kaia’s house is bigger than I thought. I can see the almost invisible outline of her house, but nothing inside of it. So, we can see out from inside but not from out to in.
Good one.
The dragon’s wings hit the air fast as his nose drives forward, so fast I almost slip, grabbing on to the leather straps tighter. I swear I hear him huff beneath me as he continues to glide us forward. Did this dragon just side-eye me in dragon talk?
Black clouds part for us as we gain speed, and it’s so scary how different Yemon is to what Rathe usually looks like. The planets all line the sky, only this time they don’t look like pastel backdrops to your favorite dreams, they look different. Angrier. Darker. Soiled.
My smile slightly falls at how this is partially all my fault. This land, their world that they all live in and love, is like this because Knight and I couldn’t put our differences away and—No! What the fuck was that?
Reasonable. My shadow self is obviously fucking reasonable.
I run my hand down the mane of the dragon. “Get us there faster, please.”
He lets out a low groan before launching forward.
I slide off his back and take my duffle back from his side, carefully watching him. It’s a weird feeling, not being scared of something that historically speaking, I should be afraid of. Dragons are impulsive, hot-headed, and unpredictable. They don’t care who they burn, they’re going to open their mouths anyway.
Like that bitch Victoria.
Did Knight really kill her because she burned me?
Doubtful.
“Thanks for the ride,” I whisper, not being able to help the fact that I want to touch him even more. Feel him beneath my palm if only to test how hot his fire may be.
Fucking Yemon!
“Oh good, you’re here.”
His voice isn’t what surprised me. I kind of hoped if anyone, it would be him who is here to greet me.
Legend stands on the marble patio, his feet crossed at his ankles as he leans against one of the many pillars at the front of their house. House. Pfft. You can’t call this monstrosity a house. It’s more like a big, fat deceitful hell.
Legend is shirtless, with his jeans hanging low and his chest glistening with sweat. He waves the dragon off with a roll of his eyes and I cling on to my bag as it finally lifts from the ground with a flap of its wings, and he’s once again a shadow in the sky.
As soon as he’s gone, I bring my attention back to Legend. “I can’t say that it’s nice seeing you, Leg. I’m not entirely happy that I’m here.”
“Hmmm…” He takes his steps two at a time as he meets me, and the closer he gets the more I want to take back what I’ve decided to do. Not that I’ve decided to do this, exactly, since it’s a fucking order to be here. Take me back to Earth and all their little mundane parties. “You know, you did kill my sister, and your father did reign murder on Rathe for years, but sure, baby girl!” He rests his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in close. “Keep being mad at me.”
At his admission, I retract a little with guilt. He’s right. I hate that he is, but he is. If anyone has any right to be mad, it’s him. Just not Knight because he’s a murderous bastard.
“Do I even want to know what’s happening in there right now?”
“Well…” Legend chuckles as we both make our way up the stairs and he brings his hand to the small face on the door handle. It’s not until I stare at it for a few seconds that I notice the horns carved into the metal. “That depends, our little London.”
Our. Great.
Cause being one of theirs isn’t bad enough.
The door widens and he gestures inside with his arm. “You ready to start straight away?”
I follow his line of sight and almost want to step back. Run. Maybe jump back on that dragon and let him fly me anywhere but fucking here. I don’t know what I expected with the door opening, but it wasn’t what I’m staring at. Maybe a foyer. An area where the stairs start, and the lounge is tucked away.