Wings of Fire (Protected by Dragons #2)
G. Bailey
Introduction
Four lost dragon guards. Three choices. Two betrayals and one secret…
Dumped on earth with three dragon’s guards, who have no idea who Isola is, isn’t what anyone had planned. With the biggest betrayal still haunting her heart, it's hard for Isola to remember what she has to do, and that she has to return to Dragca. Only making her dragons remember her, isn’t as easy as she hoped. The three guards, who she knows it’s forbidden to love, are doing everything to make sure they win her heart… So, what could go wrong?
With dreams of her betrayer literally haunting her, and the dangers of earth becoming a problem no one can protect her from, everything seems lost when it’s dangerous to be.
The curse must fall, like fire for ice, betrayal and death must be the price…
18+ reverse harem with possible triggers.
For Meagan, who is a true friend and I honestly couldn’t do anything without her.
Every step he makes to get closer to me is dangerous, because of what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking. I don’t want to lie to him, and yet, I can’t let him closer. I can’t tell him anything, but he doesn’t remember enough to save himself. He pushes me further into the wall, his body pressed against mine. I close my eyes, knowing I can’t be trusted to look at him.
“I know if I kiss you right now, you will taste as sweet as a peach, and more addictive than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life,” he growls, and I feel a finger tracing down my cheek, towards my neck. His hand slides to the back of my head, gripping my nape and angling my face towards his. Even then, I still don't open my eyes, not even when I feel his warm breath on my lips. I know he is inches away from me and if he kisses me, I won’t have the power to stop him. To fight what feels right.
“Open those eyes and tell me the truth,” he urges, yet it feels like a demand. A dark, seductive one that sends shivers through me.
“I can’t,” I whisper, freezing when I feel his hand tighten on my neck and his lips ever so gently brush mine.
"Soon then," he promises, and lets me go. He steps back, and I release the breath I'd been holding. I open my eyes, seeing him open the bedroom door and walk out without another word.
What the hell am I doing?
Chapter One
Isola
Fire must fall for ice, and ice must fall for fire. Evil and good must be equal. Not all evil is truly lost…remember princess…not all evil is truly lost…
“Melody?” I shake my head to clear the haze I’ve been in, looking around at the tiled ceiling, and feeling the cold from the floor I’m lying on. Everything I'd forgotten for the last...well, god knows how long, comes rushing back to me like a smack to the head. Thorne betrayed me. My father is dead. My dragon guard don’t remember who they are, much less who I am. I shouldn’t remember, but I do. I’m back on Earth, apparently in…school? And I’m angry, so damn angry. Ice shoots out of my hands, freezing the floor below me and starts to spread. I close my eyes, begging my dragon to calm down just a little. We can’t do anything now.
“You’re back? I was trapped,” she whispers to me, her voice distant in my mind, even now.
“I’m back, and so are you,” I confirm and shut her away to get some answers.
“Do you remember? I’ve never quite done that before,” Melody says, her head appearing above my face as she stands/leans over me, her long black hair falling over her face. I remember her being my friend in one part of mind, but then I remember her from my dreams and her voice from when she made me forget everything. She is the seer and a relative of mine. Holy crap, I’ve been friends with her for what I remember is a long time. Then I remember Elias, Dagan, and Korbin not recognizing me on the bus. She must have taken their memory too. I don’t know if I can trust her.
“You took them from me? And you’ve been in my dreams! Who the hell are you? You aren’t Melody, my childhood friend,” I shake my head, getting up off the floor as everything starts to get confusing. It’s like two stories are playing in my head, the one where I grew up in this small town with Melody as a friend, and the other where I’m the princess of Dragca, who was seriously betrayed. I have to close my eyes, focusing on the princess story, my real-life story so I don’t get confused. She sighs, waving a hand over herself, and the black swirls of the seer marks appear on her face, and down her arms. Her jeans and crop top are replaced with a long red dress that looks amazing on her.
“My name really is Melody, but people I like call me Odie,” she explains, and I just stare at her, gaping like a fish, before I snap myself out of it and walk away. She doesn’t follow me, just watching as I go to the sink. I turn on the tap, getting a handful of water and splashing my face. I feel like I’ve just woken up from a long, sleep. I dry my face with a paper towel, chucking it into the bin before turning to look at her. She is all I have left now, no other close family. Except my uncle, but I doubt he is still alive.
“I don’t want to know about your name Melody, who the hell are you to me? A cousin? An auntie? What are you?” I demand, getting frustrated. The happy look finally drops from her face, the seriousness of the moment appearing in her eyes.
“Your sister,” she says quietly, a hint of sadness on her face as I step back, shaking my head.
“That’s not possible,” I say, knowing she can’t possibly be my sister. She has to be a distant relative, not this. My parents wouldn’t have lied to me like that.
“You’re not stupid, Isola. You knew I had to be closely related to you in order to visit your dreams,” she says. As she steps close to me, her body shimmers ever so slightly in the light.
“You’re not really here, are you?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“An illusion, one only you can see because we share blood. Others just have memories of me, but I’m not really here for them,” she shrugs. “It’s complicated magic. It took me months of reading about it in the royal library to learn how to appear solid and not ghost like.”
“Are you my father’s daughter? Or my mother’s?” I ask, needing to know which of my parents betrayed the other. Melody looks the same age as me, or she must be close, meaning one of my parents was a cheat.
“My mother was the last royal seer, and my father was the king,” she says quietly, and I stare at her. She doesn’t look a thing like me or my father, no blonde hair or pale blue eyes, but there’s something in the shape of her face. She gives me a look that reminds me of one my father would have when he was sad about something. I step back, looking away from her as pain spreads through me. He is dead, and we never really had any time together. All I have of my parents are lost memories and secrets it seems. I lost the throne my father worked so hard to keep, I've failed him.
"I can't believe he betrayed my mother like that," I whisper in disbelief, shaking my head, and turning away from Melody. I can’t even call him out on it, because he is dead. One of the last things he promised me was that I’m the only heir, that he never had any other children. It was all lies, plus he betrayed my sweet mother. She loved him, I remember that. I remember how they looked at each other, I thought it was love, but I guess no one really knows what goes on behind closed doors. A lot apparently.