Dragon Twins Bride
It was time for them to have a family and produce an heir.
19
Simulacrum Discovery
Marc
At the end of the evening’s entertainment, Marc went back to check on his most prized possession.
She was asleep inside of her cage. The idea to do surgery right before she came out wasn’t his, but he had to admit that it had worked in his favor. She hadn’t made any trouble from her cage.
He opened the gate. “Come with me, dear.” He knew that his eyes had turned to pure flame.
She took his hand quickly. Without talking, she got to her feet gracefully.
Marc frowned. He came very close to her, his face a half inch from her face.
“Simulacrum,” he spat. “Damn it!”
He left the simulacrum in the cage and went running to his office. Inside, one of his seers was downloading his visions.
“You. Come with me.”
The seer followed Marc as he ran back to the cage.
“What do you see when you see this woman?”
“Smoke.”
Marc’s fist hit the cage hard enough to make a sound that would reverberate around the entire room. Pacing around, he couldn’t speak because he was so furious.
How dare she escape?
“Why is she so life-like? I couldn’t tell before I got close.”
“The smoke is royal.”
Marc stopped pacing and turned to look at his seer. His Drakan pupils narrowed to vertical slits.
He stood a little straighter.
“They won’t be satisfied if they don’t have every last thing, will they?”
He snapped his fingers and his body servant appeared. “I want food.”
In a minute, food was brought to Marc, a simple steak. His body servant knew better than to ask questions at a time like this. How could he be duped by the twin dragon princes? They were stupid and entitled. How dare they steal from him as if he were some Yore cafard without any power?
They were far too accustomed to the reverence that the lesser Vestrans gave them, deserved or not. None of it was earned. They’d gotten lucky and been born in the right family. They hadn’t worked for it, as he had.
He took a sip of his wine and savored it. He was glad that he was in a position to have the finer things in life. Someone needed to challenge them.
That’s what he should do. He’d challenge them. He wasn’t under their spell, and he didn’t need them. They had stolen from the wrong Drakan.
Marc knew what he could do. He went to one of the secret compartments in the room. After the surgery, he’d kept a vial of her blood. It was a small vial which he could use to draw her out. It was much easier than storming a royal castle.
It would be better if she left on her own. From what the Yore seers had told him, the girl was special. She had a great destiny. She was special enough to stay by his side as a mate and mother to his children. She was certainly beautiful enough for the job.
Sparks of fire flickered in front of him as he cast a spell over her blood, whispering that she was his.