Forbidden.
In all her long existence, Maxis was the only one who’d ever made such sacrifices for her. The only one who’d ever put her needs above his own.
And he’d given her the two greatest blessings of her life. Hadyn was so like his father, not just in form and mannerisms. He held the same loyalty and honor. That need to protect whatever he loved above all else, as if they were sacred objects.
Unlike Maxis and his brothers, both of their children were Arcadian. Human born, and trained to be dragonslayers like her and her people. Nala and the others had taken a morbid thrill over the fact that both of them were some of the best hunters among their tribe.
When Edena had made her first kill, they had celebrated with an overzealous glee that still sickened a part of Seraphina’s soul.
Now that she thought about it, Max hadn’t even asked her about their children’s base forms. He hadn’t cared. They were his progeny and that was all that mattered to him. Not whether or not they were Arcadian or Katagaria.
Regardless of their birth forms, they were his, and therefore, worth his life. Even though they were strangers and he’d never met them.
And her people dared to call him the animal. In his own way, he knew more about love and decency than any man she’d ever met.
In that moment, she made a decision she knew would make him furious. But he’d already suffered enough for her stupidity. She wasn’t about to watch him be slaughtered for no reason. Not when she knew she could help it, and him.
“Blaise? If you care for your brother, stop him from leaving. He’s off to face a demon who plans to slaughter him and bring back the reign of the Sumerian demons.”
Max cursed under his breath as Blaise moved to block the door.
“Did you perchance forget to mention a minor-major detail, brother?”
Maxis sighed heavily. “I didn’t forget. I intentionally left it out.”
Blaise sputtered. “Hell of a detail to omit. Care to elaborate now?”
“Not really. If you’ll excuse me…”
Blaise completely blocked the door. “Don’t make me call out Kerrigan. I might not be able to kick your ass, but he has a good chance of it.”
“Not amused. And I don’t have time to waste. Now move aside or else I’ll move you, and you won’t like the bruises caused by it.”
“Why? You really want to die that badly?”
Max laughed, low and evil. “I’m not a mandrake, Blaise. Have you any idea how long it’s been since I’ve killed in my true form? How much I’ve missed it? For too long I’ve been forced to live in a cage. They want a battle? Bring it. This is what I was spawned for. If it’s a true-born dragon they want, then I say they should actually face one, and not one of the pussy half-bloods they’ve been battling. Let them taste my fiery wrath as I send them all straight to their respective hells.”
Seraphina shivered at those growled words. He was right. She’d only seen his real form once and it’d terrified her to such an extreme that he’d promised to never transform around her again. While she’d killed dozens of Katagaria and other breeds of dragons, they were nothing like him. Drakomai were the oldest and deadliest of their species. They were so powerful that even when Nala had tried her best to force him to transform, he’d been able to hold his human body. No matter the pain they’d heaped upon him. The most they’d gotten from him involuntarily was his wings had jutted out of his back.
Nothing more.
She couldn’t imagine going up against him in battle. It’d have to be terrifying.
But Blaise didn’t shirk as he continued to block his way. It was comical, really. “Fine, then. I’ll bleed all over you and make Quinn pissed when he has to repaint the room.”
Max let out a frustrated breath. “I swear to the gods…” He picked Blaise up and physically set him down on the other side so that he could pass. As he started out the door, Blaise let out a shrill, haunting cry.
With a fierce snarl, Max turned back on him and covered Blaise’s mouth with his hand. “Stop it!”
Blaise bit him.
Cursing his brother and insulting their mutual mother, Maxis snatched his hand away. “I can’t believe you did that!”
She had no idea what that was about until the door was thrown open to show another male dragon. Slightly taller than Maxis, he had long brown hair liberally sprinkled with auburn highlights. Hair that was disheveled by sleep. Even though he was fully grown and muscular, he frowned at them like a small, irritable child who was angry at being awakened.
Realizing there was no imminent threat, he rubbed at his eyes… a gesture that reminded her much of Hadyn in the morning.
What the hell are you two hatchlings doing? I thought you were under attack. The thickly masculine words whispered through her mind as if he projected them there. He scratched at the whiskers on his cheek.