Dracon (1st book of the Draconon Series)

Chapter 29

"You shouldn't have let her get off the path, Targon!" I heard this person exclaim while I slowly started to come to, feeling something soft underneath me. "She could have gotten killed, or she could have lost her memories further. She could have lost the memories of h-"

I furrowed my brows and bit back a small groan, interrupting her. "Don't yell at him, Yana," I said, calling Andromeda by the name that I had made up for her a long time ago. I cleared my throat and licked my lips while my voice cracked. "He didn't know that I was going to do it."

My grandmother stopped talking and whipped her head to look at me when I called her something besides what she asked me to call her. Her heart skipped a beat before it started to pound, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. "Clover?" she asked her voice barely above a whisper, and it shook.

"Is she ok?" Frederick asked from somewhere to my left. He growled in annoyance, and there was some shuffling and then some cursing. "Would you let me go? This is my mate we are talking about."

"Yes, I am fine," I said and moved a hand across my face, and my stomach started to turn because it felt as if I was going to throw up. "Actually, I think I am going to be sick," I groaned while I held my stomach and turned to my side.

"Here, I have a pot," Yana said and walked over to me, and the hair on my arm stood up at attention because I could feel her magic contrasting against mine.

My grandmother cleared her throat and moved a hand through my hair before she gently moved me so that I faced the other way. She held the pot underneath my mouth. "Go ahead and throw up, Dear."

I did what I was told to do and started to throw up, grabbing the pot with one hand.

"Atta girl," she said and moved her other hand through my hair some more, silently comforting me. "Do you know who I am? What happened? Why did you do what you did?"

I nodded in confirmation that I knew who she was before I threw up again. "Is Targon here?" I asked after I did so, not answering her questions. "Is he actually able to be seen and heard again?"

"Yes," a deeper male voice said from behind Yana. "I am here." His voice cracked before he cleared his throat, and I had a feeling that he shifted on his feet. "I am safe and am here."

"Ya, he is not a Ghost anymore, Clove," Antonio said, and I couldn't help but bite back a scowl because I was annoyed that he was still here. "He is a living breathing human, wh-"

"Who can still hurt you, so shut up," I said, sensing Targon's annoyance and slow anger starting to mix with mine. I flicked my wrist a bit to stop him from saying a word and for him to back down.

Targon bit back a small hiss of annoyance but didn't say a word. He bowed and submitted, indicating that he understood but was displeased.

"Can you open your eyes, Love?" Yana asked, amused. She moved a hand through my hair some more, and I leaned against her hand.

I squeezed my eyes tighter together before I did what I was told to do and opened them to see both Targon and Yana standing over me, with Yana holding the pot that I had thrown up in.

Yana breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, her eyes filled with tears, but she didn't cry. "Hello, my Love," she said softly. "Do you want to sit up?"

I shook my head and closed my eyes again while another wave of nausea rolled across my body. "Not yet," I said before I threw up again. I cleared my throat and bit back a groan. "I will in a bit."

"Are you ok?" Frederick asked. "Would you two let me go?" he snarled again while he shifted to get away from whoever. "I am fine and calm. I will not hurt him again."