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"What the fuck?" Kaine shrieks and I double over laughing, clutching my aching stomach. He looks at me with panic in his eyes. "Please tell me you can fix this?"

I look at the black splotches appearing on his hands and then at his face again and I can't stop laughing.

"Syrra!" he shouts, his voice going higher.

"Alright alright," I snort. I mutter a few words under my breath and wave my hand. The spots start to fade and Kaine sighs loudly.

"Holy crap this is terrifying," he mumbles. He sits across from me, both of us on the marble floor of the palace.

I grin. "Yeah, you mess up one word and you get a disease instead of a cloud," I chuckle.

"Are there any spells that aren't in Latin? Mine's not exactly very good," he murmurs.

"Yeah there are quite a few, most of them just aren't very powerful or exciting," I shrug.

"Do you think there are any I could do?" he asks.

I think for a moment, chewing on my lip. "Hold on a minute," I say and pull my dagger out from my boot.

I prick the tip of my index finger and use the blood to draw a symbol on my other hand. I reach out into the air until my hand presses against something solid. I grab the book and pull it back, letting it fall onto the ground with a heavy thud.

Kaine's jaw drops and he stares at me. "You literally just pulled that book out of thin air," he mumbles.

"Blood magic, you can do just about everything with it once you learn how," I smirk. I carefully open the book, cringing at the worn binding and stained pages.

"So an experienced blood witch is basically all powerful?"

I shrug. "I guess, but the more powerful the spell, the more blood is required so something like world domination would require the witch to be completely drained of blood so it's not likely for something that dramatic to happen―in this era anyway," I mutter, flipping through the pages.

"What do you mean in this era?"

I look up at him, surprised to see total confusion on his face. "Don't you know how dragon shifters came into being?"

He frowns. "I've never even thought about it. I kinda just assumed they've always existed."

I shake my head with a small smile, pushing the book aside. "Okay, time for a history lesson then."

He grins. "Yay story time!" he says in an obnoxiously high pitched voice.

I snort a little, rolling my eyes. "So, dragons have been around for thousands of years, longer than any other creature. They got along with most but their power made some very jealous―the witches especially. They were angry and afraid of the dragons and so an entire family of blood witches―basically committed suicide―and performed a massive spell that forced dragons to share and manifest their true form within the bodies of mortals. And so dragon shifters were created.

"The first of those dragons still maintained their power and knowledge even though they were trapped inside a human body. So when the shifter died, the dragon became one of the gods. But sometimes those spirits return to human bodies and they are more powerful and hold much more knowledge than the shifters with a newborn dragon. Your mother's dragon is actually one of those spirits, that's why he is so powerful," I tell him.

His eyes are filled with awe. "Why did I not know this! My heritage is so fucking awesome!"

I laugh at the ecstatic look on his face. "I thought your mother would have told you, I mean you obviously know about the gods so I'm really surprised you don't know about how they came into existence."

"What makes you so sure I know about the gods?"

I smirk. "That necklace you're wearing. The pendant is a tribute to the god Seyklos."

He looks down at the necklace and frowns. "Oh, I forgot I had it on. I'm not allowed to wear it in werewolf territory so I keep it here and I just started wearing it again," he mumbles.

I give him a half smile, tilting my head to the side. "Why Seyklos? Of all the dragon spirits there are, you wear a tribute to the god of dishonor. It's a little contradictory don't you think?"

He nods numbly. "Yeah, dragons will have death before dishonor," he murmurs. "Seyklos is the god of dishonor but everyone forgets he's also the god of forgiveness. He punished himself for the dishonor he brought to the other spirits and they forgave him. That's what he does, he punishes you so that you can be forgiven."

He stares at his hands in his lap and his shoulders are hunched over. He looks so broken―I don't know what to say. The guilt on his face is heart wrenching.

I push myself up onto my knees and shuffle forward so that I am kneeling in front of him. He looks up as I put my hands on either side of his face. I lean forward and press a kiss onto his lips.

They're soft and warm. He kisses me back gently, his fingers brushing gently against my arm. He pulls away when I do and stares at me, a little dumbstruck.

I sigh with a small smile. "I don't know what you did Kaine, but I don't believe you can do anything so dishonorable that you deserve to be punished by Seyklos," I say.

"I killed a werewolf."

I shrug. "You had good reason to."

He frowns. "What makes you say that?" he scoffs.

"I can't see you doing anything without having a good reason. I've only known you for a few days and I can see that clearer than anything," I tell him. A sigh escapes my lips as I run my fingers through my hair. "I know what a true cold-blooded killer looks like and you're far from it."

He nods a little. "He was hurting a friend of mine―had been for years. Her name is Taylor and I knew what her brother was doing to her but she begged me not to kill him so I just gave him a beat down. But that night―it was right after I shifted and I couldn't control it―I tore him to pieces. He didn't even look like a person anymore," he recounts, controlled horror slowly crossing over his face.

I sit back on my heels, chewing on my lip. "I'm going to be honest with you Kaine, I've done things I regret. I've taken things too far. I've hurt people―I've even killed people. But I learned that if you let it go, and realize that it's over and done with and there's nothing you can do to change it, it is so much easier to bear. And maybe Seyklos will punish you but that doesn't mean you have to punish yourself too."

A smile forms on his lips and he sighs. "Now I want to kiss you again," he mumbles.

"You know it's amazing how a scary alpha-dragon hybrid can look so adorably cute," I sigh. His cheeks turn bright red and it takes everything I have to not squeal like a five year old girl.

"It doesn't help that a very powerful and absolutely gorgeous witch queen is flirting with me," he smirks.

This time my cheeks turn red. I lean forward again and he meets me halfway. He kisses me so softly and I can't help the giggle that escapes my mouth. "I'm not going to break," I murmur against his lips.

I feel him smirk and he kisses me harder. His hands move to my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging on it a little.

He growls and I feel his canines pierce my lip and wince at the sharp sting. He jerks back, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Oh fuck I'm sorry Syrra," he growls, his eyes wide.

I touch my lip lightly then raise an eyebrow at the blood on my finger. "Kinky."

"What?"

My eyes fly wide and panic floods my mind. "Oh gods did I say that out loud?"

The look on Kaine's face tells me that I did.

My mouth falls open in horror. Fuck my life. "Oh gods can you please pretend I did not just say that?" I plead. 

He shakes his head. "Only if you pretend that I did not just bite your lip."

"Yeah okay. I just want to know if you did that on purpose or―"

"No that was an accident, I lost control of my wolf for a second there," he sighs, running his hand roughly through his hair.

"Oh." Realization clicks in my head less than half a second later. "Kaine?" He looks up from the floor and I match my gaze with his golden one. "Am I your mate?"

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