The [Not] Cursed Dragon (Deadly Dragons Duet #1)

by Colette Rhodes

He still had said nothing. It made me like him more.

same girly nothing more attractive than a silent man

I knew what females were supposed to do. Something behind closed doors that sounded immensely painful. Then a few months later, childbirth, which looked immensely painful. Then caring for the children, which seemed like it could be immensely painful, at least some of the time. Over and over again, until the babies stopped coming.

“It distresses us that you were so hungry,” Ezra growled as my eating slowed. “Are you expecting an apology?”

Glendower had been a dangerous jailer because he coveted me, admired me. He had nothing on these five. They were the most dangerous jailers I’d had yet. Their love was my new prison, their obsession with keeping me safe, the new shackles around my ankles.

It was good to know I could have a few minutes a day to myself. How generous of them.

"I'll get out of your way, leave you to discuss the dark and dangerous things that my innocent, feminine mind would struggle to cope with."

queen 👑

I’d only been awake for a few minutes and Ezra had already ruined my day.

he ruined mine too!!!

Would it be tacky to pour myself a glass of fae wine and toast to their corpses after I'd killed them? I doubted there was a firm etiquette on these things, I could probably get away with it.

If I wasn’t free to choose them, to choose this life alongside them, to choose to love them, it could never be enough.

I was torn confusingly between rage and apathy. It was rude to exclude me, and they were almost certainly talking about me, but at the same time, what did it matter? It’s not like they listened to me when I spoke anyway, they may as well talk silently among themselves.

don't doubt that if men were capable of speaking to each other in your presence and in their heads that they WOULD. and they would enjoy it SO MUCH

He looked at me like he could see through the brave face I was putting on, but also like he knew me. And he didn’t. He didn’t know me at all because he didn’t want to. He wasn’t interested in knowing Shira. Ezra had decided what a gold dragon was meant to be, he had decided who was responsible for my imprisonment and my misery, and he wouldn’t accept any information to the contrary.

She’d been fresh out of captivity and brimming with hope and curiosity. It was almost a talent, the way we’d quashed that so quickly.

Eu vou me matar

“Shira.” Seff’s quiet voice was pleading, pained. “Come back.” “I’m right here,” I replied, aiming for aloof, though the waver in my voice gave me away. “No, you're not. You're wherever we banished you to because we're fucking morons. This isn't you.”

It had taken just over a week for us to make our mate completely miserable, and she’d been a fucking prisoner before she came to us. There must be some kind of prize for being the biggest assholes in Avalon.

“I hope you haven’t imprisoned her with your parents, given her history of being locked up against her will,”

Well

“Silly boys,” Leo chuckled. “Females hate to be kept in the dark.” I was sure everyone hated to be kept in the dark, but maybe that was just me. I needed some female friends to talk about this with.

There was an abundance of males in my life telling me how I was meant to feel and act, and I couldn’t tell if I was strange or if they were wrong.

I was quickly learning that it could hurt just as much to give something away willingly as it could to have it ripped away unwillingly.

Somewhere out there was the flight Alathea had been destined for one day. They would never feel the pull to find their mate. Five flightless dragons, adrift in the world because my sister had been taken from them before they even knew she existed. Somewhere there was a flight of incomplete dragons, missing the role my brother, Xander, would have filled one day.

How could I have missed that? Oh, because it was convenient. Why would I have encouraged her to leave the den when it was so handy for me to have her tucked up safely where one of us could keep an eye on her at all times?

Vei

They weren't perfect, and their actions had driven me away, but they were the males the gods had designed just for me. In the quiet moments, the moments in between the arguments and the lies, I could see why we were meant for each other.

literally HOW?? YOU DON'T KNOW THEM

Was this what crying was supposed to feel like? I couldn’t remember. Why had I spent years trying to do this?

“Or dance.” “Because it’ll bring me good luck?” I asked with a nervous smile, getting comfortable on the rock. “Perhaps. Or perhaps it will just bring you joy. Sometimes, it’s worth doing things just because they make you happy,”

“I’m very comfortable, I don’t need much.” “Which is a tragedy, because you deserve a lot.

“She’s a talented artist,” Ilia added with a small smile. “Those murals she painted on the cave walls were beautiful. I hope you’ve given her some paints.” Of course, we hadn’t given her paints. We’d given her all the flour she could ask for so she could bake to her heart’s content, and a steady supply of dried petals and soap to do laundry. I despised myself.

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to seeing the world stretching endlessly around me in every direction after spending so long inside. I hoped I never got used to it, never took my freedom for granted.

“If Shira was a male, she'd be praised for her creative escape, for not accepting ‘no’ as an answer. Why shouldn't Shira receive that recognition?”

“Plenty of female dragons want to do more, leave the den, have more freedom. They’re just too outnumbered by their mates and fathers to achieve it. Shira isn’t unique, she’s tenacious.”

SIM!!!

This not-cursed dragon was ready.