Prince of Dragons

Chapter Sixty

Leave? Right now? Before breakfast?

I stared at Alaban, my gaze piercing into his as I tried to read the man, and even Narvi seemed a bit confused as he peered around my shoulder towards the sun dragon.

"I'm hungry though," the albino spoke, a frown on his lips.

Alaban shook his head and pulled himself from the bed, running his onyx fingers though his hair as he briefly peeked towards the bedroom door. "I'm not meaning..." he sighed, and that amber gaze transfixed on me. "Someone is trying to kill you, Drakell. You're...You fear even sleeping, and you don't deserve to live in fear and worry about whether or not you will make it through the day. I think...I think it's time we leave the village itself. Go somewhere north, or something, but we cannot tell anyone, not..." he frowned and looked back towards the door, "not even my sister can know."

"Alaban wait," I pulled myself from the bed and made my way over to him. "Are you sure? I-I mean, these people are your family, and as far as we're aware, there's only one individual trying to kill me—"

"One who can wield magic, Drakell, and that is why I worry." Alaban walked closer to me and cupped my face, and I could see the conflict within those amber eyes. "Magic is unpredictable and with the right concoction, it can do literally anything. And no one can know when it's coming." He then sighed. "I love my family, Drakell, you know that. I wouldn't have...I would have never worked with that fiend of a human if I didn't want to be here." My heart began racing when his gaze met mine—the intensity nearly causing my knees to buckle. "I love my family...but I love you as well, and I want you safe. Even if that means leaving my sister. My people."

"I...um, may I interject?" Narvi's voice sounded, causing both Alaban and I to look curiously towards him. "What if..." he paused and nibbled at his bottom lip before continuing a moment later. "What if I try to dream about this individual? I-I've never controlled the dreams like that before...but if I can pull forth a dream about them and figure out their identity," he looked at Alaban, his gaze surprisingly soft, "then maybe you won't have to leave the others here you care about."

Alaban stared at him for a moment, his brows furrowed, and after a moment, it hit me that he didn't know about Narvi's dreams, and how he could see things no one else could. That conversation had been between him and me. "Oh...um...Narvi can see things in his dreams? Ah, Narvi you would be better at explaining it than me..."

Narvi nibbled at his bottom lip. "I can see things in my dreams, and they tend to be true. Or come true. I don't know why I am able to do that," he sighed, "I honestly think of it more as a curse, than anything...but...maybe I can try to use it to save Drakell." He looked at me, and my chest tightened. "I don't want to be a coward this time."

I looked away as my heart grew tight, remembering our conversation the night before. Right before all this happened. But...I admired his strength and determination in doing this and it made me realize how deeply he cared about me.

How deeply Alaban cares. Hells, he was willing to leave the people he fought to get back because he wanted me to be safe.

It made me realize that Cyrus...the first man I had loved—or well, thought I loved—never loved me at all. Not like Alaban did. Or Narvi. He wouldn't sacrifice a thing for me, and that gave me some clarity I didn't know I needed.

I looked at Narvi. "Do you think you can do it? Find this individual?"

Narvi nodded, determination within those light eyes of his. And before Alaban and I could protest, he stood up and made his way over to me, cupping my cheeks. "I want you alive, Drakell. So I am going to do everything I can to keep you amongst the living."

Cheeks pinkening slightly, I nodded and turned to Alaban. "I trust he can do it, Alaban. Narvi is incredibly smart, and if he thinks he can figure out who wants me dead, I think we ought to let him try." I then walked over to him and gently traced my fingers along his jaw. "And I trust you. You're smart too, Alaban, and you're more powerful than you give yourself credit for. Narvi can find them, and you can neutralize them. And then we live out the rest of our lives here around people who matter to you." I pecked him on the cheek. "You fought to get yourself home, Al. Hells, I died to get us here. I'm not going to let some disturbed individual drive us away because they have some...vendetta against me."

Alaban stared at me for a bit, his gaze searching mine. After a moment, they grew soft and the next thing I knew I was being pulled into a deep, slow kiss that made my knees weak and my heart race in my chest. I was also...acutely aware of the fact that Narvi's eyes were pinned to us, which...admittedly made the kiss Alaban and I were sharing seem a bit more heated, and just as it was getting good, Alaban pulled away, his gaze soft.

"I won't let you down, Drakell. And neither will Narvi." He looked over to the moon dragon, and something passed between their gazes that made me raise a brow.

Before I could fully address it though, a knock once again sounded on our door and this time it was Aerylin that poked her head in, her eyes narrowing when she saw Narvi out of bed. "Narvi, pop that butt of yours back in that bed before you open any wounds! Are you crazy? Drakell, Narvi, what are the both of you doing, allowing him to stand up with his injury?!"

Feeling an embarrassed smile form on my face, I turned towards Narvi, only to see him flop back onto the bed and stick his tongue out at Aerylin. "I'm fine, Aerylin, Heltha is really good at what she does, look, I can wiggle my toes..."

A smile formed on my lips as I watched their interaction, and I glanced towards Alaban to see him staring at them as well, his gaze filled with amusement. My smile broadened and I turned my attention back to the door as Heltha popped in, a rag in her hand.

"Breakfast is ready boys! I sure do hope you're hungry. No really, if you boys are hungry, take as much as you want."

My stomach then made itself known at the promise of a good meal, and my cheeks pinkened as everyone's gazes fell onto me, an echo of laughter sounding around me. I looked to Alaban for help, not dismissing the amused smile on his lips, and he then placed a hand against the small of my back, his gaze falling onto the giggling women. "Gods I cannot wait for a plate of your food, Heltha, I admit, I've heard only good things about your cooking."

Heltha beamed brightly, her teeth stark white against her obsidian skin. "I should hope so, I've been cooking since I was a little girl. Now, come on and get some food before it gets cold." She paused. "Or before my husband eats it all."

I looked to Alaban, then to Narvi, feeling a sense of determination to get our happy ending. I hadn't been lying when I told Narvi and Alaban that I trusted them. I did. If I could trust them with my heart, I could trust them with my life, and I loved the both of them. And I knew Alaban and I needed to talk about the prospect of me and Narvi...but for now, I was hungry. Plus, now that we had a plan, I was determined to get it done and over with so I could finally get the life I longed for.

A/N: Dawwwwwwsssss, they be such dorks, am I right? lol XD

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