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Declan
Something changed in the air. Unsure, yet intrigued, I lift my black muzzle off the ground and sniff. Nothing.
Perhaps I was mistaken.
Incredibly bored out of my mind, I drop my head back on the cave’s cool ground and rest it on my front paws. One would think living permanently in my zmeu form would be comfortable, and offer heat, at least. And one would be correct.
Yet I also miss the human. See, as a Romanian dragon, I’m a shifter. Among many, many qualities, I can use elemental magic to the point of becoming a storm myself. And yet I have once more become imprisoned by a witch’s hand, all thanks to my dear, fucking brother.
Tytus.
A growl escapes me, reverberating in the cavern. Patience. Soon enough, they will figure out this prison will not last. When I shift to a more comfortable position, the massive gold cuffs around my paws catch the dim light.
And then... It happens again. The air changes, and the scent of cinnamon permeates it fully. My eyes open once more, landing on my hated jailor.
What now?
Constanza
“Constanza!”
I cringe at the loud booming voice. Part of me wants to cower away, and the other part, well... I share a mischievous glance with my best friend, Persephone. “Oops.”
She rolls her violet eyes and stands from the grass. We’d been fooling around in the gardens near Lethe – again. It was my idea, even knowing Hades hates it when we linger here, on account of the dangers of the river.
And, given I’m his long-standing guest, I really should pay more attention to his instructions. It’s not like he’s a control freak – much. Still, something about the silver river calls to me, and not in order to drink from it. It’s just...pretty.
“Constanza!” He calls again, this time closer.
Persephone flicks a lock of her dark brown hair and winks at me. “I’ll take care of this. But, umm, maybe go for a long walk, yeah?”
With a grin and an air-blown kiss, I take off under some bushes. Hades’ voice echoes behind me, followed by Persephone’s softer murmur as she calms him down. She knows he’s afraid of losing her to the depths of the Underworld, that is all. Which, in a way, is super romantic – the fact he loves her enough not to let go, not the other part.
I wish I had someone like that.
The thought lingers, not unlike previous times. It’s becoming more frequent lately. Mom and Dad leave me be, I mean after all I’m immortal and have the rest of eternity ahead of me to find someone.
But a girl has needs... And it’s getting bad enough that I’m starting to have dreams. Sexy, sexy dreams of a dark blond god with eyes of molten gold. I lick my lips at the reminder, and suddenly, I’m feeling like it’s time for a nap.
Maybe I’ll see him again. There’s no harm in dreaming, right?
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