Chapter Seven.
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Chapter Seven.
Lucias moved with speed out of his old school. He had wanted to see Anais graduate, and Zamir had agreed to hide his identity with cloaking magic, so he could attend in secret. He had ten more hours of the cloaking magic left, and he needed to get back to his tiny apartment, finish off his packing, before he would leave the place for good. His decision was made; he was going to return to the sand lands. The dragons were getting more out of control with each passing day, and he felt he had little choice in the matter. His final decision was what encouraged Zamir to help him attend Anais’s graduation. He had been immensely proud of his half-sister, especially because she had passed with the highest honours possible, quite an achievement given her lack of full education in her younger years, in the Fae castle.
What he hadn’t quite expected was the amount of pride and joy both he and his dragon had felt when seeing ‘her’ receive her graduation scroll and sash. He had hardly been able to contain himself, standing to his feet and applauding her loudly. Their eyes had met, and he noticed the small furrow on her brow as she attempted to work out who he was. He had automatically smiled and nodded his head at her to show his pride. A big mistake, because his dragon was chomping at the bit to get to her. She had looked so beautiful, dressed in her traditional royal blue thick velvet gown, despite the heat, her long wavy hair hung loose around her shoulders, with the smallest of braids on either side of her face tied off at the back with golden beads. She had grown a lot since he had last saw him, screaming in his face for saving her life. She was a good few inches taller, and her once developing body was now filled out with perfect womanly curves which could bring any man to his knees before her. Her pale skin had a slight glow to it, probably due to the heat from wearing the thick dress made for the coldest of climates, but still looked good on her. She was always beautiful, but now, she was just stunningly gorgeous. That was why he had to leave as soon as the celebration was over.
Zamir had understood his eagerness to leave and had promised to keep the cloaking magic in place for 10 hours, so he might return to his home without concern. Also, giving him a chance to purchase more of the elixir and spend some time out in the sunlight, something he hadn’t done for any length of time in the past three years.
The mid-day sun shone down on him, and he lifted his face toward it, finally slowing his walk after leaving the interspecies school far behind him, allowing the heat to soothe his fractured nervousness. He had been a fool to go to the graduation ceremony. What if she had figured out who he was? What if she followed him, to give him hell for hiding out for the past years? He knew she would have something to say about that, and probably a lot more besides. How would he feel when she glared at him, hands on her hips, making her newly acquired privy mouth spit venomous words in his direction, his favourite look on her. Would he be able to control the dragon who would want to silence her then and there, not caring who was watching? Not with his breath fire, but from a different kind of flame which burnt in his loins every time he saw her? He doubted he could, because the truth be told, every time she had argued with him, he had wanted to silence those perfect, rosy lips with his own.
Lucias shook his head and moved toward the dragon markets. Glancing at the sun, he knew he had time to use his hidden identity to get some spiced food. Something he had missed so much during his seclusion. He moved with ease now, confident in the cloaking magic, toward the dragon quarter and sat down at a table at the first street food stall he found.
The waiter approached his table, his eyes widening in surprise as the man who appeared as a Fae to his eyes ordered a wolly baa baa meat Phal, with extra of the hot apparition peppers, with a side order of flat bread, and a pot of boiling water still bubbling.
“Sir, are you a hybrid like Princess Anais. She is the only other Fae who can stomach such heated food?” the waiter asked, the question out of his mouth before his brain engaged.
“Something like that,” Lucias simply responded, then dismissed the water with a flick of his hand. Clearly, his sister had eaten at that place, hardly surprising, but also, if Anais had been here, then she would have come with her friends, which meant that ‘She’ had also sat in this place. Lucias shook his head once more, determined to get all thoughts of Uki from his mind. She was difficult enough to forget with your younger body, and now, she was drop-dead gorgeous. He did not wish to ponder on her for too long; after all, he had not a cold bath in his tiny apartment to help relieve his need for release from the tantalising thoughts of her. He would need to resort to move hands on measures, something which he did not want to do, feeling dirty when he had finished his release.
The golden dragon looked down at his hand, the one he would use in such circumstances, it was perfectly coloured skin, not a single sign of the black scarring which in reality covered it. However, the soft peach coloured skin felt wrong, and he found he disliked the look of it, which was strange, given how much he despised the blackness of that arm.
The food arrived, and Lucias wolfed it down, letting out a sigh of contentment at the fiery heat from the spices. He let out a soft moan of pleasure from the taste, when he felt a bubble of wind pain his chest. He swallowed down the burp which was rising to his mouth, knowing it would be accompanied by a short burst of flames, and quickly left the money for his food and a tip for the waiter on the table, heading out of the dragon quarter, hopefully to a quieter place, so he might release the burning indigestion without fear of someone noticing a Fae burping flames.
Once he was in the quietest of the back streets, he glanced over his shoulder and, seeing he was alone, let the fiery indigestion free, letting out a sigh of relief when the pain in his chest evaporated. The dragon then moved to the Fae quarter, heading toward the stall to pick up his elixir. He could purchase three more bottles, which were enough for him to make his way to the Sand Lands. Once there, he would have no more requirement for it, and then he could finally shift into his dragon, and fly to the deep south, to the caves, and face the council, explaining himself, and get control of his species once more, without thought of the werewolf princess, her beautiful face, and gorgeous womanly body, and with little chance of her ever finding him again.
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