like to make the most of it.”
“Your kind must view you as their savior.”
“Half of your kind views me as their savior—so I’m just a hero on all fronts. The only ones that are living in blissful ignorance are the humans we’re both fighting so damn hard to save.”
“Oh, please. I’m sure the wizards and witches are only supporting you because they want to save their own skins. They know that if we fall—if my father—if Lord Draco wins, he’ll finish off the mortals of this realm and then, then, he’ll go for the blood of the magic kind. He still holds a grudge against your people.”
“Well, he shouldn’t. He was on the winning side. We lost many good witches
and wizards during that particular conflict—making many of us dragon shifter shy.
Besides, you dragon shifters wield a kind of magic, as well—I don’t know why you always classify us as the lowly magic folk.”
“I try not to—I’ll be especially vigilant in my prejudice from now on—I’m going DRAGON’S HEART Marly Mathews 170
to be mating with a magic kind soon.”
“I don’t think so. It would kill my mother if I brought you home. She’d keel over from the pure shock of it!”
“Nonetheless, you can’t fight the call. You will be mine.”
“We’ve known each other for what—two hours, and already you’re talking about
until death do us part. It’s kind of creepy, you know. You are going to get a stalker complex.”
She rummaged in the cupboards looking for a saucepan. Slamming it onto the
stove, she reached for a can of brown beans.
He turned his attention to the window leading out onto her lands. “Is all of that land yours?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. And I thought we had an estate. Yours is probably a little bit smaller than ours, though. However, I think your views are far superior.”
“The manor house up on the hill belongs to me, as well. I have it rigged up for tours now, but there was a time when my family lived there part of the year. My mother liked having her feet in the Earthly realm, from time to time.”
“And, yet your father wants to destroy it.”
“He doesn’t want to destroy Earth, he wishes to kill off the mortals that won’t bow to him, and then, he wants to take it back from our human oppressors. For many years, when the dragon slayers were slowly killing us off, we struggled with our dragon natures. We knew to fight back would go against all of our ideals, but in not retaliating we almost lost everything. We were almost driven to extinction, and then when we retreated instead of standing our ground, many lost a little of themselves. Dragonia is a beautiful world—but there are still some that long for Earth. We were created here on Earth … and our blood longs to roam the land and make it ours again.”
“So, your father thinks the only way of righting the wrongs of the past—a past that I must say is one thousand years old, is to stoop as low as the humans were when they hunted you. Didn’t anyone point out the fact that humans were less developed as a culture than both of our kinds?”
“We are superior, this is true—but that makes no difference to Draco.”
“Well, all I can say is that I’m quite happy I have a way of stopping it. My uncle was the first one that started working on this spell—he hasn’t been the same man since he had it wrenched from him and destroyed by dragon fire.”
“Great. Your family really has it out for my kind. Nice to know. I guess when we have children ....”
She put the plate of beans and toast she’d prepared for him on the table. He
walked toward her, a look of exasperation written across his features.
“Whoa—there you go again—building castles in the air once more. We aren’t
going to become lovers, and I’m not having children with you. Truth be told, I have my eyes on a hot little witch with rainbow colored hair that I met last week.”
Jealousy flamed within her. Her hand grew warm. She forgot she still had a hold