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

by Colette Rhodes

“My life has changed entirely from when I woke up this morning,” I pointed out, suddenly exhausted. “Plus, there are so many of you and just one of me. Could I perhaps have a moment to myself?” “No.” His reply was instant, the dismissal in his tone clear.

Excuse you? I dislike Ezra right now. She’s traumatized and you’re making it worse 🙄

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

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.

“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.

No shit. Y’all are just following Ezra’s commands knowing you’re making your mate miserable by doing so. Grow some balls and speak up!

Then again, maybe it was Ezra who needed punching. He'd fucked up everything with Shira, right from the beginning. He'd locked her in the den because he was too godsdamned proud, too adamant that he knew best, to give her even the slightest bit of control.

Yes, please knock some sense into that moronic alpha 🙄

Of course, the gods had given us a mate who’d drug her new father-in-law the first time she met him.

“We should have bonded with her,” Ezra sighed, running both hands through his hair. “Against her will?” Seff challenged. “You don't mean that, Ez. That's not who you are.” “Isn't it?” I asked quietly, immediately gaining everyone's attention. “He didn't consider Shira's will any other time.”

FINALLY, someone is speaking up

Lying to my brother? Morally wrong. Murdering my enemies while they were unconscious and unable to defend themselves? Kind of gray area.

Until recently, I’d agreed. But there was nothing delicate about a dragon who poisoned her father-in-law and escaped through a pitch-black tunnel into the complete unknown. Shira had bigger balls than I did.

“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.

“No. Shira has been punished enough by us. By me.” Ezra grimaced. “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?”

FINALLY! Finally he’s understanding. Hopefully this character development will be utilized well in the next book

“Do me a favor and think of something other than your mates' cocks before you go to sleep, I don't want to have to wash a wet patch off the sheets tomorrow,” she called after me, her loud cackle echoing in the small space.