by Juniper Hart
As Cassia drove, she let her mind wander to get her focus off her troubles. Terran came to mind, like always. The thought of seeing him again was exhilarating and frightening, but the memory of their break-up came flooding back.
As Cassia remembered, it was a cool, summer day. Terran had always done whatever he could to make her happy. He’d built her a home on a tropical island, a luxury treehouse in the rainforest, and a cozy cottage high up on Kilimanjaro. They also had an underground home, which was the center of his kingdom. On that particular day, she tended to her garden at her home along the Atlantic coastline in North Carolina.
It had only been six months after their second miscarriage. Even after the tragedy, they knew they loved each other deeply and had been together for nearly six hundred years. Cassia believed she would spend eternity with him until that fateful day. She believed their emotional distance from each other was only temporary, but it had taken a bigger toll on Terran than she had known.
The second miscarriage happened when she was two months along. It was tragic. To cope with the loss, Cassia planted a large, beautiful garden on her North Carolina property. If she couldn’t have children, she wanted to find a way to cultivate life, and she did this though gardening. The garden was her happy place. She knew the pain would never go away, because she had already had one miscarriage, but she also knew the pain would subside over time. Every evening, she walked through her garden alone with her thoughts.
Terran came up behind her and firmly planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Hello, darling,” he breathed.
“I am not in the mood, Terran,” she sighed. “Today is not a happy day for me.”
“When will you get over this, Cassia? It has been six months now. I am sorry we lost the baby. Trust me, I feel the loss, too. But we are alive, and we will be alive for eternity. We need to live in the present rather than focus on the past. We will have a baby someday.”
“Are you truly that insensitive, Terran,” Cassia spat as she felt the heat rise from her core. “Do you not understand that a woman feels connected to the baby, even before it is born? This has been very hard on me. I have wanted a baby for centuries.”
“I cannot do this, Cassia. I need you to come back to me. I want to live. I want to enjoy all the beauty the earth provides.”
“I need time, Terran. If that is how you feel, then maybe we are not supposed to be together!”
Cassia regretted the words as soon as she said them, but she didn’t apologize. The truth was, he hadn’t been insensitive. He’d cried with her, listened to her pour out her feelings, and comforted her. The healing process just took longer for her than it did for him.
He roared in anger. Claws extended from his fingertips. He slashed out at a nearby tree, lopping straight through the trunk like he was holding a laser instead of just claws.
“Do not blame this on me!” he snarled. “It was not my fault!” he looked big, half between dragon and human form. He pulled himself back under control, trying to collect himself. “Neither of us wanted this to happen.”
Tears spilled from his eyes, and the earth shifted slightly.
At that time, she did blame the loss of their child on Terran. This accusation kept her up some nights from the guilt. It wasn’t his fault. Neither one of them had been at fault. She blamed him because she assumed that his chemistry didn’t work with hers. Bad reasoning? Oh, no doubt. She still couldn’t quite follow her younger and dumber self’s thought process. Once Terran regained control of his sadness, he held it together.
Still, he had ruined one of her trees. Cassia cringed as she remembered what happened next.
“Get out!” Cassia had yelled at him. She’d beat on his chest with her small fists, doing no damage. “I do not want to see you ever again! All of this is your fault!”
Terran stepped back with a stunned expression on his face. She could still remember how anger had overtaken him. She could practically see lightning in his angry eyes. Terran didn’t let himself get hurt by anybody. He was clever enough to avoid letting anyone close enough to harm him, but he’d let Cassia into that precious bubble. She’d hurt him, and hurt him bad.
She remembered the ground being uprooted wildly, tossing earth and plants everywhere.
“Cassia, you mean everything to me! This is not my fault! I have tried everything to bring joy into your life. I love you more than anything,” Terran had snarled at her. Even then, all he was doing was showing his rage and trying to get her to apologize.
To Terran, it was a garden. He was thousands of years old. He’d seen plants come and go a million times. Any garden that was destroyed could be replaced. To Cassia, the destruction of a garden was a horrible, lifelong event. She’d put so much time into it.
If she wouldn’t have blamed him for the miscarriage, then he wouldn’t have slashed the tree. If she wouldn’t have told him to leave, he wouldn’t have grown so angry. The truth was, they both were in pain.
Over the two centuries since she’d left, Cassia wished she had reacted differently. Terran was good to her. She loved him dearly. After so much time, the fight seemed stupid. They could have just talked it out, but raw emotions got in the way of common sense.
She zipped back to the present. She was driving along on a motorcycle away from whatever was wrong with Hale. Her garden, even if nothing had happened to it, would have withered a million times since then. Plants die; it was just life. But what she had with Terran was special. It would have been eternal, if not for that one terrible fight.
She sighed on the motorcycle, which was a terrible plan. She caught a swarm of gnats and inhaled half of them. Luckily, she was by a roadside park. She quickly got off before she lost control of her bike and proceeded to cough like a crazy person for the next two minutes. The gnats had made it everywhere, and she envisioned they even flew down to her lungs. It was one of the worst sensations of her life.
Finally, she no longer felt the urge to sneeze, and she stood, trying to breathe normally again. Sam had pulled over beside her and was watching her behind her sleek motorcycle visor that blacked every one of her features out.
Cassia looked down at her soulstone on her ankle. It was glowing brightly. He was close.
Sam tossed her helmeted head back towards the road. “You good to keep going? Where are we going, anyway?”
Cassia couldn’t think of a reason to keep going. They were well out of view of her house. “Here’s fine,” she said. “I’m meeting someone.”
“What? Who?”
Cassia groaned. Sam wasn’t going to appreciate the name she said. “You can’t tell anyone.”
“I’m your friend. I’ll never betray your privacy.”
“Terran.”
Cassia couldn’t see Sam’s face, but she didn’t need to; she could understand by Sam’s body language. Sam was practically indestructible. She was the toughest person that Cassia had ever met. She was talented. She was knowledgeable. She was experienced. But the one thing that Sam was terrified, utterly terrified of, was dragons. She thought it was entirely too much power in one creature. They were almost bulletproof, could breathe fire, could fly, and were capable of human thought. All in all, a very dangerous combination.
She wasn’t going to be terribly excited about meeting Terran, the Keeper of the Mountain. There were thousands of dragons, and Cassia was the only one that Sam could tolerate. Terran was one of the four dragon princes, so he was especially terrifying. His dad was the Dragon King.
Sam looked like she strongly considered driving away before her mission to keep Cassia absolutely safe kicked back in, and she stayed. “You…” she pulled her helmet off. “I can’t quite describe how pissed I am at you right now.”
“I didn’t ask you to come with me. Besides, I didn’t tell you what I was doing because I didn’t think you’d approve.”
“Approve? You’re talking about your ex, a fucking dragon prince! You’re talking about starting a war between Hale and Terran!”
“I have to talk to him! He’s the only one who can help me with what’s going on with Hale.”
Sam narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on with Hale?”
Cassia never got to explain, because at that moment, she spotted Terran. He was flying down from the sky in all his dragon majesty. He settled down with his wings, bringing up enough wind to knock down Cassia’s empty bike.
Sam scrambled back, eyeing the dragon like he was a devil. Cassia just wiped bug guts off her face and gave an uneasy smile as Terran shifted into his human form and walked towards her.
“Thanks for coming,” she mustered, resisting the urge to run into his arms.
Chapter Seven
Thanks for coming? Cassia wished she had been more eloquent with her words, but she felt awkward around him.
Terran didn’t seem to care. He simply jogged over to her, taking her face in his strong hands. He checked for bruises.
“Are you okay? What happened?” He looked over at Sam. “Who’s this?”
Then, he looked back to Cassia, who still wore her sleek, red dress. “My God, you look breathtaking.”
Cassia ignored his comment. “This is Sam.” Cassia gently took his hands down from her face. “She’s my bodyguard.”
Terran’s entire demeanor changed. He relaxed and smiled. Suddenly, he wasn’t looking at a woman on a motorcycle. He was looking at an ally, a fellow protector of Cassia.
“Terran,” he introduced.
“Holy shit,” Sam said, staring at Terran with amazement. The legends of the dragon princes spread far and wide, but few people had ever met any of them. “I, um, I’m Sam.”
Terran turned his attention back to Cassia. “What’s up? What is it?”
Cassia opened up her mouth to speak. She intended to tell Terran about Hale’s drug problem, and that she suspected he might have actually killed the Chancellor. And in a way, she did tell him, but not with words. Looking into his gentle, caring eyes, she remembered their argument and how stupid she’d been to give up on him. He’d come. He’d come, to protect her from Hale. The emotion of the day overwhelmed her, and she fell into Terran’s strong arms. All she wanted to do was stay there and let him protect her like she knew he wanted to. Was that so wrong?
Terran leaned back in surprise when she first went in for the hug, but quickly returned it, putting his arms around her back like protective shields. She clenched her arms around his side, which did practically nothing to the dragon.
“It’s okay,” he told her, though he had no idea what it was. “It’s okay.” He rubbed her back reassuringly, which felt surprisingly good. “I’ll protect you.”
His strong arms and caring touch brought her peace. The hole in her heart had finally been filled again. She simply felt protected, like Hale and all his men could come for her, and Terran would never let her go.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—” she faltered helplessly. “Thank you for being here. I know you’re busy.”
“I’d fly ten thousand miles for you,” he said immediately. “What happened? Hale came back this morning, right?”
“How’d you know that?”
“Intelligence. Like I told you, I think the man killed the Chancellor. I was tracking him along with the EDJ.”
Enchanted Department of Justice, she remembered the name of the underground agency.
There’s a name she hadn’t heard in forever. They dealt with international criminals, and whoever had killed the Chancellor was at that level. It was like killing the enchanted version of the president of a powerful nation.
Cassia embarked on her explanation. “He came home and was acting strange. Stressed out and really sweaty, and not at all like himself. Blue veins protruded from his skin. When we got home, he went into the bathroom and came out perfectly ordinary. When I looked in, I thought I saw a blue spark of some sort, but when I investigated, it was gone.”
Terran swore. “Did he want salt?”
“He did! He kept asking for salt water.”
Terran ran a hand through his hair. “Hale is the murderer, Cassia. You have to believe me! Traces of Hale’s magic and traces of Pelo were found at the scene.”
Sam, still staring at Terran, inhaled sharply. “Pelo? Cassia, you can never go back to Hale. Pelo is really bad news. You just can’t come back from that.”
“What’s Pelo?” Cassia urged, starting to feel somewhat left out. Just like she’d thought, both Sam and Terran knew exactly what the drug was, and she’d never even heard of it. “A drug?”
“One of the worst,” Terran told her. “It’s a steroid. Although the user might get slightly better, most of the work is done on the inside of the body. Did you see any signs of Hale being outrageously strong?”
She thought back. “He broke a cue stick just by flexing.”
“Yup, there it is. Pelo is tremendously effective, but it comes with a cost: sanity. Users report almost immediate addiction to it. The steroid quickly deteriorates a person’s mental state, making them act in dangerous, volatile ways. If Hale has been exposed to this stuff, maybe through his business, you’re looking at a bad situation. A man of his power with that level of mental breakdown would be—” He didn’t finish his thought. “I can’t even think of what could happen. Pelo does permanently destructive damage to the brain. It tends to give the user extreme agitation while taking away rationalism. Hale already possessed those qualities without drugs. He could easily lose it in the new few days, or even hours, depending on how long he’s been using it.”
“But he’s a smart man! How could he have gotten into that?”
“He probably started light, thought he could handle it. Listen to me. Hale has always been dangerous, but now, he’s completely unpredictable. I’ll set the EDJ on him under suspicion of killing the Chancellor and for suspected use of Pelo, and they’ll take him down.”
That was, indeed, big news. The EDJ typically went in with guns blazing and took out anyone who seemed hostile. Usually, they were armed with simple, fast-acting sedatives, but every now and then, they had live ammo. Either way, Hale was in a lot of trouble.
Cassia had never been alone. She’d lived with her parents, then Terran. When she left Terran, she’d stayed with a friend briefly before moving into Hale’s house. She barely knew how to take care of herself anymore.
Cassia puffed up her chest. She was resilient. She could handle being alone. She had already made that decision when she left Hale to seek out Terran. In reality, the fact that she could never go back to her boyfriend was a relief. She had been a prisoner in her own home under Hale’s command. She just hadn’t recognized it, or if she did, she didn’t want to admit it. He expected her to dress up in clothes he chose, do as he said, and after he increased her security, he knew her every move. Did she care about him? Yes. But he was controlling, and now that her eyes were opened, she recognized that he had been the bad guy all of these years. Her mind began to connect all the dots.
“I really can’t go back, can I? I have to start over.” The thought was supposed to remain in her mind, but Cassia blurted it out.
“Yeah,” he said. “And any of your loved ones, get them out. They don’t want to get dragged down with him.”
Sam studied the dragon, then looked over at Cassia. “I’ll get Igor and Ivan. We can handle ourselves.”
“I’ll come with you,” Cassia said, not wanting Igor and Ivan to get hurt.
Sam gave her a funny look. “No. I got this. Who knows what Hale will do if you go back? And Cassia, as your friend, I think you should find somewhere else to go.” She pointed at Terran with her eyes.
With that, Sam hugged Cassia and zoomed off, back towards Cassia’s home that she shared with Hale.
She glanced at her ex-lover, the one who had stayed true. The one that wasn’t being accused of murdering the Chancellor. The drug free one. Her soulmate. Terran.
“Um,” she said awkwardly. “I’m not sure what to do from here—”
She blushed. Why the hell was she blushing? “Thank you, Terran. But I want to be clear that this doesn’t mean it can go back to the way it used to be.”
Terran kissed her knuckles, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. “I would never ask you to do something you don’t want to do,” he rumbled. “I’m just thrilled to see you again.”
“Even when I have windblown hair and bug guts sprawled across my face?”
“Cassia, to me, you’re perfect. You never need to pretend to be something you’re not. Whether you’re wearing a sexy red dress or a tattered pair of sweat pants, you’ll always be beautiful to me.”
Dammit. She was back under his spell. Tears poured from her eyes. His words had meant more to her than he could ever know. Had Hale been kind to her? Yes. Although, it was more like he tolerated her. He gave her a comfortable lifestyle, but he also expected her to be his arm candy. He never truly loved her. She knew that. And Cassia never truly loved Hale. They both needed something, and it was a relationship of convenience.
And now, Cassia realized she’d been dating an evil man, or sorcerer, for the past two centuries.
“How can you be so kind to me after everything I have done?”
“Everything you’ve done? I was completely insensitive. I just wanted to see you happy again. You’re my soulmate, Cassia. I should have given you more time to get over the loss. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I have spent the past two hundred years regretting that day.”
