The Cursed Dragon

Chapter 17: A different Face

Welcome back and happy Weekend. I have finally slowed down and hit some parts of I have to think about how to write so I will be slowing down posting (A little bit) I am going to aim for one sometimes two chapters per week so that I can have a nice consistent flow of posting for you my lovely readers.

I'll post this one tonight and the next chapter on Monday. Hope you enjoy.

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Cadimus stalked back and forth in his room.

How could she think that?

How dare she think that about him.

Is that how the Phoenix treated their captives? Is that why she was worried? If so what was going to happen to Edan?

He needed to get his cousin out of there sooner rather than later before anyone tried anything and if they did...if they had already touched her he would end them. First he would make them pay for daring to touch his blood kin.

Edan still had a few months before her eighteenth birthday. She was young, she was innocent.

Cadimus lashed out in his room breaking a desk.

He inhaled deeply and then with a wave of his hand the desk neatly knit itself back together as if it had never been broken.

Loosing control was not going to help.

Airne had answers and he needed to get them

"She won't help you," he said aloud.

He needed to appeal to her sense of right and wrong.

Airne, at least had morals, misguided as she was at least she believed she was doing right. He could plead to her for his cousin. Implore. her to feel sense of right and wrong and use it to help get information to save Edan.

She won't tell you anything, she doesn't trust you, nothing you say will convince her that all you want it so save your sister.

He doubted she would ever really trust him.

She trusts Jacob though, the thought came to him through the anger pounding in his temples.

He remembered how she had looked up at Jacob with trust and caring, how she had spoken for him not only in the pocket but down in the dungeon with Tyler before the attack.

He didn't want to take off the ring.

He didn't want to feel the way it felt to have her look at him without it.

For Edan, his mind whispered.

"Fine," he said bitterly. "I'll give her the one she trusts."

Cadimus went to the bathroom, showered quickly and changed into a fresh set of clothes picking the most simple pair he owned. It felt odd to wear something so plain.

He liked his satin shirts, and the delicately embroidered vests hand tailored to fit him. He liked how they looked and he liked how women looked at him when he wore them. They were a part of who he was and walking around without them felt...off.

Cadimus hated it even as he knew it was necessary to maintain the illusion that he and Jacob were two different people. It was one thing to expect Airne, and anyone else for that matter, to not notice he and Cadimus wore the same clothes once or twice, it was another thing entirely to expect them not to see it every time. Eventually someone would put two and two together if he wasn't careful.

You should just glamor your clothes in the future, the thought came to him and Cadimus smiled. Yes, that was exactly what he should do-that way he wouldn't have to change as often. It would take a little more power, but what did that matter? He had enough to spare.