speak. If they don’t get the dragon’s breath, then they won’t have the powers for the rest of their lives, nor will they remember what happened while they were with their mate. It’s a fail-safe of sorts, meant to keep the secret of mating under close watch to enable future dragon riders and their mates the full abilities of their power.
Had my father instructed his bonded dragon to breath down my mother’s throat? Was that why she no longer spoke?
Then other dots started to connect.
With the first touch of mates, skin to skin, the process begins. It takes up to three full days for the process to be complete, and the two mates will be forever bound. Unconditionally and irrevocably.
So what, neither one of us had a choice?
Would my ‘mate’ hate me because I took that choice away from her? Would she resent me? Dislike me immensely?
Then another passage that I’d read came back into crystal clear clarity.
The female is fed by the male’s connection to the dragon. The two mates will forever have to be within the vicinity of the other, or they start to grow weak, and eventually die if the separation goes on too long. Never stay apart for more than twenty-four hours. Trust me, it doesn’t go away. I know.
Had my father tried and had seen its results?
How did he know all of this without having experienced it on his own?
Surely, if it were common knowledge, I would’ve heard about it by now.
Dragons weren’t known to be gossips, per se, but they did share information. As did dragon riders. We had to share information in order to be able to stay alive.
Otherwise the fucking Purists, our enemies for lack of a better word, would get the upper hand, and God knew we couldn’t give the Purists too much of a leg up; they’d run us into the ground and exterminate our entire race in a matter of days.
Over my dead body, would I ever allow that to happen.
Standing up and stretching stiff muscles, I connected to Declan.
Have you seen where my mother went? I asked him.
No. But your little firebug is getting restless, he answered. Come.
I have one more stop to make, I informed him.
Then I went to my brother’s room, knocked loudly on the door, and explained where I was going.
Nikolai was in his usual attire of gym shorts and nothing else.
He had his glasses on top of his head, as if he’d forgotten them there when he’d gotten up, and his hair was a mess, almost as if he’d been running his fingers through it all night.
“You can’t bring her here! I haven’t figured out how to bypass the shield yet! You could b low her head off when you pass through!” Nikolai started to panic slightly.
I snorted.
“You know you can do it. You’ve got less than an hour. If nothing else, bring the shield down when I get close, then we’ll figure out what to do from there. However, I don’t think we’ll have to do that. Just get it done. I have faith in you,” I said to him.
Then without another word, I turned on my heel and headed down the hall, being sure to tuck the book into a safe place, before heading outside to find out just who, exactly, ‘my firebug’ was.
***
I wound up at the same apartment building that I’d dragged Farrow out of not even twenty-four hours before.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked Declan.
Yes, master. I’m more than sure. You’ll find her on the second floor. You’ll remember the minute you see her, I promise, he informed me, giving me a small push with his tail.
I fell forward, not able to catch myself, and face planted into the dirt.
Oops , Declan laughed lightly. I’ll have to remember you can’t take that anymore.
I snarled as I got up. “Thanks, I’ll remember you said that.”
Somehow I doubted he’d hold back. In fact, I fully expected him to push me again.
When Declan and I had first bonded, he’d been a right bastard.
Hell, I’d been nothing more than a punk myself, so I could see how it would be unappealing for him to be paired with