Chapters 31 and 32 are up! I apologize for the delay. I’ve been sick for the last couple of weeks and fell behind. You can read the whole chapter for both by clicking on the “Members Only” tab. And pretty much the whole novel. The last chapter will be released on Monday. 😀
Chapter 31 preview:
The heady sensation Breena had felt moments ago vanished as Mara came toward them, a slight smile of her face.
The dragon hunched over its arm while her fairy godmother murmured something as she tapped it with her wand. The stars spilling out of the wand were nearly transparent, and were far fewer than usual. Her fairy godmother’s skirts were singed and torn and dirty and her hair was a frizzy, silvery mess. Breena couldn’t see the dragon’s hand, but its shoulder had an ugly red gash on it.
“No.” Baldemar, kept a tight hold of her hand as he took a step forward. “You will never hurt Breena again.”
Mara gave him a warm smile, her ruby lips matching the scarlet gown she wore. “Hurting the girl is the furthest thing from my intentions. I do not wish to harm her in the slightest. In fact, it is in my best interest if she remains as safe and whole as possible.”
“What do you want her for then?” Myles demanded. He let go of Breena’s hand and pulled a small flask out of his pocket.
“Come now, there’s no need for that. I only wish for the girl’s help in freeing me from my prison. Permanently.” Mara turned her dark eyes on Breena, and Breena felt her resolve waver. Could they really best a person who had obviously been stronger than a dragon and a fairy godmother combined?
Chapter 32 preview:
Pain pounded through Denaira, beating the same rhythm as her heart. Her shoulders felt as though someone had ripped her arms off, except she could feel the heat on one side, and the frigid cold on the other, dripping down her arm and pooling in her hands. Her heart twisted inside her, but not with Mara’s magic.
She laid the girl down as gently as her dragon skin would allow. The girl’s breaths were shallow and her face devoid of any color, but she lived. And she would continue to live—Denaira would see to that. She had to.
“Do you actually think you can best me?” Mara asked, her brow raised in polite inquiry. “You, who think to combine the two strongest magics this world has ever seen, and yet I shall have you at the last.”
A sharp rage boiled through Denaira’s veins. How could she have been so blind? How could she have served such a creature? Or worse, sought her approval to the point of no longer caring to see what the consequences were?
“Are you ready?” Havethor’s voice rang through her mind. “Intent may tip the balance where magic alone is not enough.”
“I’m ready.”
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