Darkblood Prison - G.K. DeRosa Page 0,6
nostrils flared, and his lips twisted in disgust. “His scent is all over you, Azara. And you smell worse than last time.”
Heat seeped up my neck and flooded my cheeks. I must’ve been fifty shades of red. How embarrassing. “No,” I barked, a little more sharply than intended. “That’s not why I’m doing this.”
“I certainly hope not. A bond like that can have a variety of unwanted side effects.”
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered. “Is there any way you could remove that by the way?”
He smiled. “Oh princess, you know there isn’t much I cannot do.”
A tiny pang shot through my chest at the idea of losing my connection with the grumpy dragon. I shoved it down, reminding myself he wanted nothing to do with me, and the only reason I felt anything for him—which I didn’t—was a result of said mystical tie. “So let’s do it. Can you remove it now?” I spat the words before I could chicken out.
He shook his head. “I said I could do it, but I didn’t say it should be done. As much as I hate to see you tied to a dragon”—his lip curled in revulsion—“removing the bond is not an easy feat and not one that I would consider doing lightly. Breaking a connection like that is risky business, and I’ve had more than one go awry.”
I snagged my lower lip between my teeth and harrumphed.
Garrix squeezed my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. “It’ll go away on its own most likely, as long as you do not strengthen the tie by doing something stupid.”
“Like what?”
“Sleeping with him, falling in love with him, etcetera, etcetera.”
“GG!” My cheeks flamed once again.
He shrugged, raising his hands in feigned innocence. “I simply want you to understand what you’re getting into. A blood bond could easily transform into a mating bond and then things would become monumentally more complicated.”
I opened my mouth to ask more, but thinking better of it, I snapped it shut. Mate bond sounded like more sex talk and that was not the sort of conversation I wanted to have with my grandfather. I’d have to do my own research.
“Okay, okay enough about that. Believe me, it’s not going to be a problem because Talon and I can barely stand each other.”
He grunted out a sound of disbelief, but I ignored him.
“So anyway, if I’m going to meet with the SIA, I was thinking I’d need a cover story. You know Mom and Dad are like famous there. If they find out who I am, it would get back to them in minutes.”
“Yes, that’s true. I can take care of conjuring you up a new identity in the human world for the preliminary background check. I imagine there will eventually be more in-depth testing. In that case, you’ll have to keep your warlock side a secret at all costs.”
Dammit, and I’d been about to ask him to remove the power binding spell.
“How am I going to keep that from them?”
“I’ll teach you. The head of the SIA is a shifter. He won’t be able to ascertain the difference between witch and warlock magic. Not many supernaturals would. Regardless, there aren’t too many high-level coven members within the agency so as long as you avoid any you come across, you should be fine.”
“Okay.”
He snapped his fingers, and a slip of paper appeared in his palm. “Practice this spell a few times before you go. It’s a ‘my will be done’ incantation. Use it any time you need to hide the truth about your heritage.”
I took the parchment note and slipped it into my tank top. “Thanks, GG, you’re the best.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drew him into a hug.
“Your parents miss you, Azara. You need to give them a call one of these days. They’re not going to believe your story about training with Logan forever.”
“I know.” I pulled back and that pang of nostalgia streaked across my insides, squeezing my lungs. “Maybe if I get into the SIA, I’ll be allowed to sneak away for a visit.”
He threaded his fingers through his platinum hair, the white streak bisecting the center growing with every year that passed. “I hope that’s true, my princess.”
“I gotta go, GG. It’s almost lights out, and I don’t want to get caught outside my cell.”
He pulled me into his chest once more and gave me a tight squeeze. “Keep in touch and let me know how it goes with the SIA.”
“I will, thank you.”
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