Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 42

Silas POV This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I knew something was up with Abigail, the way she looked at Elora and the panic I felt coming from my

mate confirmed my suspicions. I watched their strange interaction. Trying to filter through Elora’s

thoughts, I felt her shove her walls in place, blocking me out. It had been playing on my mind all day.

What were they hiding? What did Abigail do that caused the panic in Elora? Abigail has avoided us

since the day she overheard our conversation in the library. Something was definitely going on. Sitting

in the library, I try to figure it out when Dragus and Matitus walk in. I growl at them, pissed off. I knew

what they were doing up there with her. Could feel their arousal through the bond. It pissed me off, and

I could smell her scent all over them.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when Dragus sits in the chair next to the fireplace. He runs his hand through his

hair before sitting back, an annoyed expression on his face.

“You! you need to fix this, Silas'' he sighs before resting his head back on the headrest. Matitus sits

across from him before putting his feet on Dragus’s legs.

“We will, don’t worry about that now.”

“No, you will fix it. She is pissed and we are being punished for it,” Matitus retorts.

“Didn’t feel like you were being punished” I growled back, not even hiding my anger at what they were

doing without me.

“Yeah, until she kicked us out for defending you” Dragus growls at me.

“Well it can wait, I have something I want to check out first,” I tell them about Abigail and Elora’s weird

interaction in the bedroom.

“Maybe, Abigail was just worried about her, Abbi is her only friend” Matitus says.

“True, but I have a way to find out for sure. I want you to go get her mother and daughter bring them to

the castle,”

“No, you promised Elora no harm would come to them and I know you Silas. If you want them, go get

them yourself” Dragus says. Looking to Matitus, he shrugs before speaking.

“I will send Taylor, to get them”

“You’re not seriously entertaining this idea Matitus, what is wrong with you? I won’t be a part of this”

Dragus says, before getting up and storming out.

“Where are you going?” I demand, but Dragus ignores me and keeps walking.

Turning to Matitus, he nods. “Better to know for sure. Your instincts are usually correct, if something is

up we will find out,” he says.

“Good, meet me in the dungeons. I will find Abigail.” Matitus walks out and I follow him out before

turning toward the kitchen while he goes to the front of the castle in search of Taylor. Checking the

kitchens, I find she isn’t in there. Seeing Peter, I pull him aside. The young boy looks up at me petrified

as I drag him into the corridor.

“Where is Abigail, I know you’re close with her,” I ask him. He looks like he is about to run, and I grip

the collar of his shirt pulling him closer and I could feel him shaking before I let him go. I didn’t want to

scare him; he was only a boy. Stepping away, he relaxes slightly. “Abbi, where is she?” I ask again,

trying to not shake the boy.

“She went to check on Elora” he stutters out. I growl. Abigail was warned to keep her distance from her,

and she has disobeyed me. “Go,” I tell him and watch him take off back toward the kitchen. Turning on

my heel, I walked up the stairs and I could hear them talking in hushed voices. Throwing the door open,

they both jump and Abigail’s eyes go wide. Stepping in, I grab her arm. When Elora jumps to her feet.

“Let her go, what are you doing she wasn’t doing anything wrong Silas,” she says glaring at me.

“I just need to ask her some questions Lora, if she answers honestly, she has got nothing to worry

about, right Abigail?” I ask, looking down at her. Abigail’s heartbeat picked up, I could hear it thumping

loudly. Smell her fear as she looked back at me with frightened eyes. Ripping her from the room, Elora

tries stopping me. She almost made it to the door before the chain caught on her leg. It was long

enough to reach the bathroom, but not long enough for her to follow us out. Slamming the door on her

screaming, I drag Abigail down the stairs. She had to jog to keep up and my hand stopped her from

stumbling as we moved down the corridor.

“Where are you taking me to?” she asks.

“The dungeons” she freezes and tries to fight against me.

“Abigail, just because your friends with Elora don’t think I won’t hurt you” I growled at her before

opening the basement door. She stops struggling and I shove her in front before letting her go so she

can walk down the narrow stairs. Abigail walks down before walking into the cell and sitting on the floor,

leaning against the wall. She folds her arms across her chest, trying to warm herself. Hearing footsteps

on the stairs, I look over my shoulder and see Matitus walking down.

“No one is there, and it looks like they left in a hurry” Now that piqued my interest. Turning, I walk into

the cell before closing the door behind me. Abigail jumps to her feet before moving to the other side,

her eyes darting toward the door.

“Where is your family Abbi and why have they left?” Something seems to click in her head at my words

and I hear her heart rate pick up telling me something was definitely going on with her.

“I don’t know?” she says, but her heart skips a beat and I know she is lying. I cock my head to the side

and can feel my lips tug into a grin. I haven’t tortured someone for some time, and even I must admit it

feels great. I was going to enjoy this. Matitus steps forward. But I made sure I locked the door when I

pulled it shut.

“Silas, no,” Matitus screams trying to rip the cell door open, but I have the key and I chuckle at his

attempt before he jumps back when the bars burn his skin. Abigail’s fear jumps to magnitude levels and

I feel my eyes change as heat takes over, the air sizzling around me and I can feel heat pulsating out of

me making the temperature rise.

“You have three seconds to answer, Abbi” she steps back at my words before glaring at me.

“1….2….”

“Do your fucking worst, Silas” she spits, and I feel the sadistic grin slip into place. Brave little Abigail

wants to play; she must forget she is playing with a beast.