What Your Love Felt Like: The Dragon Saga

His claws flashed his Dragon heredity without mistake.

His breath fell on my face as he held his nails at my neck.

They were so sharp that a slight moment on my part, pierced my skin. A tiny droplet of blood emerged.

I could feel it roll down my neck in a tiny stream.

"Identify yourself and let her go! "

It was Raba.

But she froze in her tracks as soon as the man turned his head.

It seemed like she knew who he was and perhaps even feared him.

"You! Are you still alive? Did you not die with your mother, buried under these rubbles? "

She looked puzzled, curious and stunned, all at once. It was like she knew the person who was about to get me murdered.

Just then the rest of the group dropped in front of us, one by one. Except Draco. Each stood with their arms in their hands.

But none struck him. Were they worried about my condition?

Nah! I was getting too high. I was just a human. Nobody would batter an eye if I died, they probably had some goof ups piled up from before. "Raba, what's the matter?"

He asked.

It appeared like everybody identified the person, except for the Dragon Lord.

"His head should not have been standing on his neck for this long! What are you waiting for?"

His eyes were so angry that it could burn Raba down on the spot.

She went down on her knees.

"My Lord. I deserve to be punished. I was here just to carry out your orders, but he... he is..."

I don't remember seeing Raba nervous or stammering.

"He, what Raba? Make yourself clear!"

Draco was clearly losing his cool. He was as much in the dark as I was.

"Draco, the fierce Dragon Lord. Still as arrogant and naive as ever. Seems like you did not yet learn your lesson."

Even I shuddered at the words with which he was provoking Draco.

Did he have a death wish?

Draco was about to pounce on him when Lucian caught him from the back.

"Draco stop! Are you not afraid of evoking the curses of the heavens by killing your own blood?"

"Own blood?"

Draco turned towards Lucian, really surprised.

"Yes, blood! Don't you remember him? He is our aunt's bastard son!

Lucian frowned at the man and he went berserk.

His hand morphed into a sword as he pointed it directly towards Lucian's throat.

"How dare you speak of my mother in that tone! I will split open that filthy mouth of yours and pull your tongue out."

Draco looked like he really did not understand the source of the man's authority.

He smashed that sword with one blow.

The man did not bend. Instead he jumped right back at my throat.

"Get your filthy hands off her! "

Draco thundered.

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The man was so unbothered. He looked back at Draco, as if teasing him, while he touched my bust.

I tried kicking him in his groin but it went fairly bad.

His knife sharp nails slit my flesh. My hands moved up, trying to cup the blood that started gushing out that instant.

"Get him alive!"

Draco leaped forward to catch me just before I was about to hit my head on the ground.

The last thing I saw was Draco bent over me as the others went after the man who disappeared after smearing something like powder on my face.

I could feel Draco burst out into his Dragon.

His body felt so warm.

"Hold on Liana. Hold on just a little. Don't you die on me too. Don't you dare girl. Don't you pull a Kiara on me again. I can't. I won't."

Even in that state, those words were absurd. Draco would never say things like that to me. Never on my face.

Yet I was so sure that I heard him say all those things. Loud and clear. I know I must have looked like a lunatic, smiling in that bloody state.

As Draco landed with a bump which made my eyes open for a moment.

I thought he would be taking me to the infirmary to be treated, but instead he went straight towards the dungeons.

Ah! Draco, Ah! Was he really going to punish me in this situation? Just for being stupid?

The smell of the grime smeared all over the cold dungeons immediately took everything else out of my mind.

" Open this right now!"

Draco's voice was fierce and echoing across the stone walls as I heard nervous jiggling. Someone had rushed to open the gate that he mentioned. Draco tossed me inside. It was a gentle toss as my body landed on something that was soft and padded.

Draco must have bowed or bent down, because his breath fell on my face as he spoke next.

"Please come back. I need your help to get out of this mess."

He remained in that position. And it seemed he did not get up till the person he was addressing, talked.

"That's not the place you should be in Dragon Lord. Raise your head up."

With that a pair of fingers pressed right beside the spot where blood was oozing out.

"This should stop the bleeding. Nothing to worry about. But it looks like she has been smeared with Dragon Ash. "

The voice of the one treating me, cracked.

"Who did you face on the battlefield, Dragon Lord?"

His voice was concerned.

"Aunty's bastard son. Looks like he survived the hound mayhem that our Lord caused ages ago."

It was Lucian's voice.

He had arrived as well.

It felt good.

If I was to die, it was better to have people around.

"Da... Damian..."

It was barely a whisper.

"He is fine. Just shut up. Will you? Your wound might tear open if you exert pressure.

It was Draco.

That was all I needed to know before closing my eyes.

Instantly my mind floated back to that dimly lit cave.

And there waiting for me was that elegant beast, which I was now so sure, was a female dragon.