How Not To Fall For A Dragon
Chapter 114 114- Do Not Let Him Show Off His Wings
LEXI
Blake grabs my hand and immediately starts dragging me toward the door, not even giving me a second to process what’s happening. The urgency in the movement alone makes my chest tighten. I stumble after him, forced into a run just to keep up with his longer stride, my thoughts scrambling to catch up. Something is wrong. Something is really wrong.
“Blake, where are we going?” I ask, breathless as we rush out of the classroom, my voice sharper than I intend.
“Somewhere safe.” He answers without hesitation. Safe. That word does absolutely nothing to calm me down. Then he speeds up. Of course he does. My heart starts racing as I struggle to keep up, my steps uneven and clumsy as I’m practically being pulled along. My mind is spinning, what happened? What did the Academy see? Is someone here? Are we being followed? I trip, my foot catching on the floor, and for a split second everything drops, but Blake’s grip tighters and he yanks me upright again without even slowing.
“Blake. I can’t keep up.” I manage, panic creeping into my voice now. He doesn’t respond. Instead, he pulls me sharply toward him and suddenly I’m off the ground. One arm wraps around my back, the other hooks under my legs, and he lifts me like it’s nothing, like I weigh absolutely nothing at all. I gasp,
clinging to him instinctively as he keeps moving without hesitation. That’s when it really hits me. He’s not just in a hurry. I can feel it in the way his body
is tense under my hands, in the way his movements are sharp and controlled, in the way his breathing is just a little too steady, too deliberate. Blake doesn’t
rush anywhere. My fingers tighten in his shirt as I press closer, my heart hammering. We don’t even know what we’re running from. So how does he know
where to go?
We burst out of the Academy doors and into the courtyard, cold air hitting my face. He sets me down quickly, stepping back immediately, his attention
snapping outward as he scans the space. And then I see it. That look. His eyes are too bright. That molten gold is sharper, more intense, like it’s burning
instead of glowing. His focus is locked onto everything at once, the doors, the walls, the sky, the shadows, and there’s something almost feverish about it.
Paranoid. Protective and instinct–driven. It’s the same look he had when the wolves broke into his room and when everyone was drugged. My stomach drops.
“Blake…” I say softly, suddenly very aware of what that means. He barely reacts. He doesn’t even look at me properly. Just flicks his gaze over me for half a
second, like checking I’m still there, still okay, then it’s gone again, snapping back to the courtyard. He’s not thinking. Not really. He’s acting on instinct.
That should scare me. It DOES scare me. Because when Blake is like this, he is not entirely predictable. And right now, he is not calm. But even with that,
even knowing that… I don’t question him. Because underneath all of it, there’s one thing I know with absolute certainty. He is trying to protect me. He takes
a few steps away from me. Fire erupts. He shifts in a flash of heat and light, the sudden transformation making me flinch back instinctively.
“We’re flying somewhere? Where?” I ask, my voice unsteady now, trying to keep up with what’s happening. Then I groan, rubbing my face briefly.
“You could have answered that before shifting.” I mutter. He ignores me completely. Of course he does. He lowers his wing instead, steady and expectant. An instruction. I hesitate, just for a second. Because this is insane. I don’t know where we’re going. I don’t know what we’re running from, And Blake… Blake is
not entirely himself right now. That look in his eyes, it’s still there. But… It’s Blake. And Blake has never let anything happen to me. Not once. Not ever. And
nght now, even if he’s acting on instinct, even if he’s not thinking this through the way he normally would, those instincts are still centred on me. Keeping
me safe.
“Okay,. I whisper, more to myself than to him. I grab onto his wing and start climbing, awkward and rushed and very aware that I am not dressed for this. My hands slip slightly as 1 try to get a proper grip, my heart racing as I haul myself up. I finally manage to get into place, gripping tightly, pressing myself low against him as I try to stabilise. I barely have time to settle in before he launches. The ground drops away instantly, my stomach lurching violently as we shoot upward into the air. I gasp, clutching onto him tighter, fear spiking
I realise almost immediately that this isn’t like any of our previous flights Blake isn’t flying for me. He’s flying to get somewhere. Sure, he’s careful not to drop me, I can feel that much in the way his body stays steady beneath me, the way his movements still account for my weight, but everything else is different. There’s no slowing down, no circling, no adjusting to make it easier for me to breathe or see No checking in No soft, controlled glutes fust speed Relentless, terrifying speed. The wind slams into me so hard it feels like it’s trying to peel me off him. My eyes sting instantly, watering to the point where I can barely see anything at all. I have to squeeze them half shut just to tolerate it, which means the world below becomes nothing more than blunted shapes and streaks of light. I have no idea where we are. No idea where we’re going. And that should scare me. It does, a little but every time my grip tightens,
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every time panic tries to spike higher, I just press myself closer to him instead, fingers curling tighter into his scales. Because Blake knows. Even when I don’t. Even when I don’t understand it. After a few minutes, minutes that feel both too long and not long enough, he finally slows. The change is subtle at first, just enough that I can breathe a little easier, that the wind stops feeling like it’s trying to rip the skin off my face. Then we start to descend. I blink, forcing my eyes open properly, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing through the blur. Shapes sharpen. Lights come into focus. And then… A house. No. Not a house. A massive house. Nope… A mansion. A full–on, ridiculously large, impossibly expensive–looking mansion, sitting on its own stretch of land like something out of a movie. My brain stalls for a second. Blake lands in the front yard with a heavy, controlled thud, and I barely wait for him to lower himself properly before I’m slipping down from his back. My legs wobble slightly when I hit the ground, but the flight was short enough that I recover quickly. I probably look like an absolute mess. Again. I take a step back automatically, giving him space as he shifts. The burst of fire doesn’t even startle me this time, I’m too busy trying to catch my breath and process where we are. The moment he’s human again, Blake grabs my hand. And starts moving. No pause. No explanation. Just urgency. He pulls me toward the front door, and I let him, even as my eyes flick over everything around us. The place is… Immaculate. Perfect landscaping, clean lines, expensive finishes, everything looks like it belongs in a magazine.
“Is this your house?” I ask, a little breathless, a little awed despite everything.
“Yes.” He answers. That’s it. Just yes. I straighten instinctively, suddenly very aware of myself, of where I am, of the fact that I’ve just been dragged here mid–panic looking like I got caught in a tornado. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the front door. It has one of those fancy digital locks and Blake enters the code. The interior is just as impressive. High ceilings. Polished floors. Expensive furniture. And… Cold. Not temperature–wise. Just… Empty. It looks like a show home. Like no one actually lives here. That… Isn’t what I expected. I glance around, half wondering if his parents are here, if someone is going to come around a corner at any second. I know he isn’t super close with them, but I would still be interested to meet them. But Blake doesn’t slow, doesn’t divert, doesn’t even hesitate. He pulls me deeper into the house. Through long hallways. Past rooms I barely register. Until we reach a large door. There’s another lock. Another code. It clicks open and then we’re moving again. Down stairs. One set. Two. Three… Each level feels more removed from the world above, more enclosed, more secure. The air feels heavier down here, quieter, like the outside world is being sealed away layer by layer. At the bottom. there’s another door. This one isn’t digital. It looks pretty old. Blake pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks it without hesitation. Then we’re moving again. Down a hallway lined with doors. Each one reinforced. Each one locked with what looks like a combination lock. I don’t need to be told what this is. This is
his hoard. Or at least, where he keeps it. Blake stops at one of the doors, entering a combination quickly before unlocking it. He doesn’t let go of my hand as he pulls it open.
“This one.” He says and pulls me inside. I open my mouth, about to ask, and then I see it. Every single word dies in my throat. My jaw drops.
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R Visitor
Such a great chapter I can’t wait to hear about Blake’s horde!
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
