Mistakenly Married The Dragon

by Selene Griffin

  With that, Stroyer opened the door and left. Once Rafael was alone in his office, he let go of his restrain and let loose a heavy and growling sigh before slamming his fist down against his desk. How could his brothers have been so stupid! They knew better than to do anything so brazen that would get them in trouble like this. Now the entire family was in jeopardy because of it.

  After some time spent thinking it over, Rafael decided he needed to speak with Ignacio. He needed to know exactly what had happened with this turning the desert to glass nonsense. Perhaps if he knew everything… he might be able to help fix all of this.

  *

  Since fairly early that morning, something hadn’t felt right for Maia and Ignacio could tell. She had been fidgety, seemed anxious and her words were clipped and sort of irritated. He figured she was just hungry, considering they hadn’t had breakfast just yet, and offered to go down to the kitchen and get them something to eat.

  “I guess…” She answered him with a sigh.

  “I’ll grab a few things,” he said, softly. “We can have our own mini buffet.”

  They shared a smile between one another and Ignacio leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. In a pair of slippers, gray pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt, Ignacio padded his way down to the kitchen and went about putting together a little bit of breakfast for them both.

  He tried to keep it healthy, piling up a few pieces of random fruit like apple and orange slices, grapes, and a small bowl of sliced melon. He also grabbed a few of Lucia’s fresh-baked churro doughnuts while she was kind enough to make him and Maia each a baked egg. He loaded all of it, as well as two tall glasses of juice, onto a wooden serving tray and started off back upstairs.

  All in all, he had been gone about 20 minutes or so getting their breakfast together, so he tried to move quickly so he could get back to Maia. She was probably starving by now. When he reached the base of the main stairway, however, the sight he saw stopped him dead in his tracks and he nearly dropped the entire tray right to the floor.

  The man who came waltzing down the stairs with a cocky grin had a face that Ignacio would never forget. That was the face that had held him in that Government bunker. This was the face responsible for torturing him, cutting off his hair, and electrocuting Maia. Ignacio’s heart seized in his chest, his grip tightening on the handles of the tray, and he came to a dead stop. Agent Stroyer, sauntering down the stairs, locked eyes with Ignacio and flashed him that grin. Stroyer knew exactly who Ignacio was and the way the man’s eyes drilled into him left no room for discussion on that. Ignacio and Maia had been found.

  Ignacio stood his ground there at the bottom of the stairs, watching Stroyer descend ever closer towards him. Ignacio had no idea what to expect in the next few moments, but he tensed and prepared for the worst. He was in his childhood home… he wouldn’t hesitate a single moment to transform and take this Agent down if he had to.

  “Mr. DeLeon, long time no see,” Stroyer said.

  He then continued to just waltz on by, as if they were old acquaintances passing idly, leaving Ignacio standing there with a deeply shocked and confused look on his face. He chanced a glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Stroyer as he wandered towards the kitchen like he owned the place. Once he was out of sight, Ignacio took off as fast as he could manage with a tray full of food in his hands. He had to tell Maia.

  The look on her face when he opened the door and came rushing in, was priceless. Too bad he was in no mood to enjoy it. He set the tray of food down on the little coffee table and immediately launched into telling her what had just happened. She didn’t even have a chance to say a word.

  “He’s here,” Ignacio started. “The Agent, I mean. From that bunk. The guy who cut off my hair and hurt you. He’s here. I think he was just talking to Rafael, but I have no idea what the hell is going on.”

  “Whoa, whoa!” Maia said, standing up from the chair she had been sitting in. “What are you even talking about, Ignacio? There is no way…”

  Even as she said it, he could tell she didn’t quite believe it. She could read him like a book and it wasn’t like he was trying to hide his thoughts or emotions at the moment. He drew a breath, closed his eyes and tilted his head back before looking at her again, trying to explain it better the second time around.

  “The Government Agent who was in charge of… Everything,” he started. “The one who was holding me, who cut off my hair. The one who has been running the show and chasing after us ever since I… well… you know? He’s here. I saw him when I was coming back upstairs. He smiled at me like we were old friends and went towards the kitchen. I think he was up talking to Rafael.”

  Maia just looked at him, wide-eyed and in a state of pure shock. Slowly, that look of shock on her face transformed to one of fear and anxiety and she began to pace back and forth across the room. Seeing her like that, knowing that this bastard FBI agent was the cause of her worry, brought up more anger in him than actually seeing the agent here in his home. Maia was his world… and he did not appreciate things upsetting his world.

  “If that’s true, then we need to leave, like, right now,” Maia said, never once looking up as she paced. “If that bastard is here, then he’s going to have our asses in a tiny metal box before we can blink. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to spend the rest of my life living in a government prison cell while they poke and prod at you in the next room.”

  “Maia, stop,” he said, stepping into her path and gently gripping her shoulders. “You might be right, but I don’t think you are. Not… not totally.”

  “What do you mean?” She asked, looking at him for the first time since she started pacing.

  “Like I said, I think he was talking to Rafael,” he said. “I also think he might be here alone. He was strutting around like he owned the place and if he had backup here with him I’m sure we would have noticed.”

  Maia just stood there, her jaw tightening as she listened to Ignacio explain. Her eyes narrowed slightly as a few thoughts flew threw her mind and she attempted to pin down the one she wanted to voice.

  “Why would he be talking to your brother?” She asked, finding it to be the most nagging of her questions.

  “I plan to find out,” Ignacio said flatly, squeezing her shoulders in an attempt to reassure her. “I also plan to find out exactly why my brother is letting the man who damn near killed us both, wander around the estate like some guest of honor.”

  As he spoke, he grew more and more upset at the situation. Why, exactly, was Rafael letting this man wander around their home so freely? Did he know who this man was and why he was here? If so, did Rafael even give a damn that he was signing his brother’s death warrant by letting this man into their home? He felt a deep, burning anger beginning to boil up within his chest, and his eyes narrowed in anger.

  “Rafael had better be blind to the truth of everything that is happening, or I swear…” Ignacio seethed. “I won’t hesitate to rip his throat out if he is knowingly letting that brazen jackass make himself at home here.”

  “I’ll help dispose of the body if it comes to that,” Maia said in a flat tone.

  Deep down, Ignacio knew she was joking the way she always did in situations like this one, but he also knew that she actually was that devoted to him and that knowledge tempered his rage slightly. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her forehead and squeezing her shoulders once more before releasing her to step back.

  “I’ll be right back. Stay here… have something to eat,” he said, giving her a little smile, though he had a feeling her appetite had gone out the window along with his.

  He turned and left then, hoping she would be able to relax enough to enjoy her breakfast while he tended to this issue with Rafael and the Agent now making himself at home in the estate. With every step he took in search of his elder brother, Ignacio could feel the heat of his anger rising. How could Rafael be so callous as to let the
man who was hunting them right into their home! Didn’t he give a damn about Ignacio, Maia, or their safety? What about the rest of the family and the Estate grounds?

  Ignacio was fuming over it all, conveniently forgetting that he had never actually explained everything in detail to Rafael, and eager to confront his brother. He had expected to find Rafael in his office, but when he threw open the door and stormed in, the room was silent and empty. With a bit of a frustrated snarl, he turned and left to continue his hunt. The fact that the office had been empty seemed to stoke his fire all the more. Those amber eyes glinting as if reflecting the dancing light of fire while going deep and cold all at the same time.

  He was about halfway down the main stairway, which lead to the massive Greeting Hall and main foyer, when he caught sight of Rafael coming from the Staff and Kitchen section of the house. Ignacio’s eyes narrowed and locked onto his brother, never once wavering from him even as he started down the stairs at a quicker pace.

  “Rafael!” He bellowed.

  Rafael stopped in his tracks when he heard his voice hollered out in anger, standing in the middle of the Greeting Hall, and looked up to see his younger brother barreling down the stairs towards him. Instantly, that familiar old anger buried in his chest went from a smoldering ember to a raging inferno and his hands curled into fists at his sides. His eyes narrowed, and a hint of a snarl curled at his lips.

  “How dare you!” Rafael barked, his voice sharp and gravelly. “You return to this home, our FATHER’S home, acting like some prodigal son denied his forgiveness… yet you knowingly bring destruction in your wake!”

  The distance closed between the two of them as Ignacio reached the base of the stairs. They squared off with one another, much like they often did in their youth, and locked eyes. If there had ever been any doubt of their relation as brothers, seeing them mirroring each other in anger certainly cleared it right up. Ignacio’s jaw tightened, and he drew in a breath, preparing to shred Rafael to pieces.

  “From the moment you set foot back on this property you have done nothing but wreak havoc for those who call it home,” Rafael cut him off, continuing to sharply bark his words… even when standing so close to his brother. “You call me selfish, yet you have never done a SINGLE thing your entire life that was not for yourself, and only yourself. You shirk any duty you have been given as a DeLeon, you RUN from your commitments meant to better the entire family and yet you whine and cry as if you have been forgotten and ignored!”

  The only reason Rafael stopped was because he needed to take a breath. It was in that moment, looking at his elder brother’s reddening face, which Ignacio took the opportunity to get in his two cents. His brother’s words had fanned his own anger into pure rage and it was all he could do to bite it back.

  “I came home seeking HELP!” He snapped, his voice taking on a similar tone to Rafael’s. “Yet, from the moment Maia and I walked through the door, you have offered us nothing but disapproval and judgement… and now you let HIM into our family home? The same man who would have happily killed Maia and I?! You disgust me, you selfish BASTARD!”

  “You have only ever seen the world the way you want to, Ignacio,” Rafael snarled, stepping closer to his little brother. “Turn.”

  The word sent a ripple down Ignacio’s spine and that raging inferno of anger in his chest consumed him. Without another word spoken, both DeLeon men stepped back from one another and let their true nature take center stage. Their bodies began to change all at once. Skin stretching as their bones grew and thickened, snapping and rearranging themselves as if following design. The process was both quick and fluid, natural and as if it caused neither of them any pain.

  They moved back further from one another as they grew, both lurching forward onto their hands and knees as thick, heavy scales blossomed out across their entire bodies. Ignacio’s skin went from a smooth, caramel color to a russet red before deepening to a bloody crimson while Rafael seemed to transform into gold. His scales seemed copper-coated at first, yet as they grew and took over his body, they sharpened to a brilliant golden hue.

  Their hands gripped into the marble tile floor of the Greeting Hall, fingers stretching and growing larger as the scales took over until those hands had been replaced by massive claws. Their necks began to grow thicker as well as stretch longer and longer as their faces followed suit. Their shoulders popped, realigning themselves closer together before sprouting away from their bodies to take the form of massive, bat-like wings which slowly settled across their backs as supine tails sprouted from the base of their spines.

  All of the commotion they caused had drawn out the rest of the house, though the first to arrive on the scene were Lucia, Manuel, and unfortunately, Agent Stroyer. The 3 of them had been in the kitchen when the fight between the brothers began and both Manuel and Lucia knew what was going to happen. They had hurried from the kitchen and even as the two brothers transformed, they scurried around the massive Greeting Hall scooping up various delicate bits of décor in an attempt to save it. Lucia scooped up a decorative vase and a potted fern while Manuel lifted a few pieces of artwork from the walls. The two of them carted these items away in the hopes of keeping them safe… and by the way they went about it, it seemed they had gone through this routine before.

  Stroyer had taken up position leaning against the doorway heading towards the kitchen area, watching the brothers with a look of cocky validation across his face. He had gotten to see this transformation process before… but he’d never gotten to see a dragon duel. Part of him wished he had a bowl of popcorn.

  Maia, Elena, and Camilla all seemed to arrive at the same time, coming slowly down the stairs from the second storey when they heard all of the commotion. In quite a poetic turn, Maia and Elena descended together from one side of the large split staircase, while Camilla arrived alone from the other. All three women tensed, seemingly in unison, as they watched the men they loved become the terrifying beasts they truly were. Maia, however, seemed to grow more agitated than the other two… her eyes shifting from her dragon lover to the government agent watching the fray with snark in his eyes.

  Their transformations complete, the two brothers lifted their massive heads to face one another. Vibrant, vivid amber eyes locking onto one another again just as they had before… though now they sported the hard, slit-pupiled fierceness of their kind. Without warning, they threw themselves at one another full force, sending the entire house shuddering.

  The reactions from the little crowd that had gathered to watch them was varied and rather interesting, to say the least, as two massive dragons battled with strength and claw before them. Elena gripped Maia’s arm reflexively, gasping in both fear and worry as her eyes widened. Maia, strangely enough, felt an odd sense of calm wash over her at Elena’s touch and reached over to place a reassuring hand over Elena’s. The two women stood together, both watching Ignacio with a worried intensity and both praying that he came out on top of this battle.

  Camilla, alone and isolated, gripped the railing of the stairs and watched with haughty tension. She made a great effort to hide her emotions and come off as the aloof trophy wife everyone saw her as… but her heart threatened to explode out of her chest and her stomach was doing flips inside of her. The sight of Rafael transforming had always, on those rare occasions she saw it, gotten her somewhat… excited. But to see him going tooth and claw at his own brother sent a strange mixture of feelings through her. To be quite honest, she wasn’t sure how to describe it to herself and so she just stood there, letting those feelings wash over her as she watched her husband battle his little brother. It was so surreal, her life.

  Lucia and Manuel had seen this, many times before, and their attention seemed to be upon the broad arched ceiling of the room rather than the two dragons grappling in the center of it. Had anyone else bothered to look, just Agent Stroyer did, they might have noticed a rather impressive collection of raking claw marks etched all along the ceiling. It made sense why
so much of the house seemed to have been made of stone instead of wood. Oddly enough, not a single scorch mark could be seen.

  The humans did their best to keep out of the way, yet a thing such as a battle between dragons was difficult to turn away from completely. That instinct to flee, to run and find safety as far away as possible, surely fluttered in each and every one of their chests… yet the morbid curiosity and inherent confidence gifted to every human kept them right where they were.

  Another shockwave rumbled through the house as Rafael broke the grapple that had locked the two of them together for a moment, slamming one golden claw against the hard marble floor when he shifted his balance. He lashed out, aiming to wrap another set of claws around his brother’s scaly throat and subdued him quickly. Anger had started this battle, but Rafael would be damned if it would be the end of it as well.

  Ignacio, who in his younger years would have easily been caught in his brother’s grip, had learned a thing or two in his years away. With an ease that actually surprised Rafael, Ignacio dodged his attempt and threw one of his own. A massive, crimson-red claw roared towards his face with a speed he did not recall Ignacio having. Before he realized it, Rafael felt Ignacio’s claws wrap around his long dragon’s maw, clamping it shut against Rafael’s will.

  Rafael snorted, but Ignacio gave no hint of hesitation and Rafael could see that raging anger still burning in his brother’s eyes. With his grip tightening around Rafael’s face, Ignacio slammed his brother down hard against the marble floor, putting every ounce of his dragon weight behind the move. Rafael went down hard, fully not expecting such a move from his younger brother. He quickly realized he was vastly underestimating Ignacio, treating him as if he was the same tender little brat that was so easy to beat up when they were younger. It was painfully obvious that Ignacio had grown in a number of ways in his time away.