“That’s a Dragon trait, not a Fae one,” he says looking at Silas.
“Must be her mark,” he answers, and it kind of makes sense. Silas pulls on my hand, wanting me to get up when I shake my head.
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask, looking to Dragus, his eyes instantly snapping to Silas for permission. Silas growls and I suddenly feel the bond go quiet and I know they have put their walls up blocking me out. They would not answer.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about right now,” Matitus answers, but I know they are lying. Silas tugs on my hand and I pull it back.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on,” I tell them.
Silas’s breathing becomes heavy, and I can feel his anger radiating out of him, threatening to suffocate us. Standing up, I reach in his pocket and
