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How Not To Fall For A Dragon
Chapter 117 117- Never Ignore The Meaning Of ‘I Flew 300 Miles For This Rock‘
BLAKE
Lexi is being so impossible! I storm out of the vault, the door slamming harder than I intend as I make my way up through the halls and back into my room The frustration is sharp and restless, crawling under my skin in a way I can’t seem to shake. I thought she would be scared. Upset, maybe. Clingy, even. I expected her to need me right now. I didn’t expect her to reject me! That… That stings more than I want to admit. Why is she being so unreasonable?! [ drag a hand through my hair, pacing across the room, my thoughts looping over themselves in sharp, jagged circles. I don’t understand how she can’t see this. This is the safest place I could possibly bring her. My hoard is protected, hidden, layered with security. The entire estate is secure. There are dragons here. Three of us. Who would be stupid enough to try and break in here? Even my parents, detached as they are, wouldn’t harm her. Not something like her. Not something that rare. If anything, they’d protect her. Guard her. Preserve her. She would be safe here. Completely safe. Isn’t that the whole point? Isn’t that a good thing? I stop pacing for a second, then start again, faster this time, the energy in my chest too tight, too restless to contain. It’s like she didn’t hear a word I said. Like she wasn’t even trying to understand. I’m not doing this to hurt her. I’m doing this to PROTECT her. What is so wrong about that? I had a PLAN. I had everything under control. Keep her close. Keep her safe. Keep her happy. That was enough. That was working. But now… Now things are different. Now people are actively trying to get to her. Drugging the entire Academy. Planning attacks. For all I know, they’re getting close enough to touch
her without me knowing. I don’t know who to trust and who to doubt. Everyone is an enemy. Except Lexi. The thought makes something ugly twist in my
chest. I stop pacing. Then start again, sharper this time. I can’t risk her. I won’t. I don’t CARE if she’s angry at me. I don’t CARE if she doesn’t understand.
None of that matters if she’s not safe. I could make her completely happy, give her everything she wants, everything she needs, but if something happens to
her, then what? Then she’s gone. And I lose her anyway. The thought hits like a physical blow. My chest tightens, something dangerously close to panic
slipping in at the edges before I force it down. No. That’s not happening. I won’t let it. This is the safest plan. The only plan that guarantees she stays alive.
So why does it feel like I’ve just made everything worse? I grit my teeth, pacing harder now, my steps sharp against the floor. I need to fix this. I need to
make her understand. Convince her. Calm her down. She’ll come around eventually. She has to. She HAS to. I consider going flying, just for a minute.
Clearing my head, burning off this restless energy, but I shut the thought down almost immediately. I can’t leave. Not right now. Not with everything that’s
happened. Not with her downstairs. The image flashes in my mind, her face when I walked away. Hurt. Scared. That… Doesn’t sit right. I push it away. I
could take her flying with me? But… No. Not like this. She wouldn’t come willingly right now. She’s angry. Shit… I drag a hand over my face, exhaling
sharply. How am I supposed to fix that? How do I get her to see that this is the right choice? The logical choice? This is the safest way to handle things.
Why isn’t that enough? What am I supposed to do now? My pacing slows slightly, my thoughts still racing but starting to snag on something I don’t want to
examine too closely, something that feels uncomfortably like doubt. Then, my mother clears her throat from the doorway.
I whirl around.
“Hello, Blake.” She greets me.
“Mother.” I respond, giving her a short nod, forcing my expression into something neutral.
“I didn’t realise you were home.” I comment. She shrugs, as if that information is entirely irrelevant.
“Your father is out hunting. I chose to stay with the hoard this time.” She answers. Hunting. Not literal hunting. Not animals, not prey in the traditional
sense. With dragons, or with my parents at least, hunting means treasure, rare artifacts, lost magic, things worth adding to the hoard Tracking them down,
acquiring them, sometimes trading for them, sometimes taking them if the opportunity presents itself. Still… The result of that is that it’s rare for both of them to be here at the same time. One guarding, one gathering. Always separate. Always circling the same purpose without ever really being together. I can’t remember the last time I even saw them in the same ROOM. I don’t want that for myself. I don’t want a life where the person I choose is always somewhere else. Where I only see them in passing. Where everything revolves around the hoard. My jaw tightens slightly. That’s NOT going to be me. But that’s why this works! Why my plan works! If Lexi stays here, with my hoard, then I can protect everything at once. I don’t have to choose. I don’t have to leave her. I don’t have to risk anything!
“Right…” I answer flatly, cutting the thought off before it can spiral further. She’s still standing there.
Of course she is. She wouldn’t come here just to make conversation. I cross my arms, waiting.
“I was just down in the vaults. I met your newest treasure.” She says lightly. My stomach tightens.
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“She is lovely” She remarks. I pause for half a second, then nod slowly.
“Yes… She is.” I agree. And it’s true. But there’s something in my tone now, Wary. Guarded. I don’t like where this is going.
“A unicorn…” She continues, almost thoughtfully.
“You’ve done well. Found something truly valuable.” She comments. I don’t respond.
“I was wondering what you would want in order to trade her.” She suddenly asks. I blink.
“Trade her?” I repeat, the words coming out sharper than I intend.
“I’m not trading her.” I respond firmly. She tilts her head slightly, like she doesn’t understand the problem.
“Why not?” She asks, genuinely curious.
“I think it would be interesting to have a unicorn in my hoard. Besides, you could have her back one day anyway.” She points out. Like she’s talking about an object. Something interchangeable. Something temporary.
“I said no!” I snap, the edge in my voice unmistakable now.
“Lexi is mine.” The word comes out automatically. Instinctively. I don’t even think about it until it’s already there.
“Besides…” I add quickly, pushing forward, trying to correct it.
“She isn’t something to be traded. She’s… We’re dating. In a relationship. I’m keeping her.” I explain. There. That should be enough. That should make it clear. I expect questions. Curiosity. Maybe even disapproval. Instead… She laughs. Really laughs. Sharp and sudden and wrong. I freeze. I can count on one
hand the number of times I’ve heard her laugh.
“What? What is it?” I demand, irritation flaring fast.
“You.” She says, still amused, still shaking her head slightly.
“You’re ridiculous.” She tells me. My jaw tightens.
“Everything has a price. Everyone does.” She continues easily,
“No I start.
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“And besides.” She cuts over me, her tone turning sharper now, more pointed.
“You SAY she isn’t part of your hoard but I was just down in the vault.” She says, watching me closely now.
“And she was locked down there with the rest of your treasures.” She points out. Something cold slides into my chest. The words land harder than they
should.
“She didn’t seem like she wanted to be there either.” She adds idly. Silence. The room feels… Different. Too quiet. Too still. I stare at her. At the absolute certainty in her expression. Like this is obvious. Like this is fact. Like there is no other interpretation. And for the first time, I hesitate. Is that what it looks like to her? My chest tightens. No. No, that’s not what I’m doing. I’m PROTECTING her. That’s all. That’s I stop. Because suddenly I’m not so sure. I remember the look on Lexi’s face. The way she stepped back from me. The way her voice sounded when she said she wouldn’t stay. The way she looked at the door when I closed it. Something twists, sharp and uncomfortable, in my chest. I told her… The day we met, 1 TOLD her. That she was safe with me.
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That I wouldn’t treat her like that. Like the dragons in all those rumours and stories. That she wasn’t part of my hoard. So when did that change? When did I… My stomach drops. Shit. Is that what it looks like to her? Is that what she thinks I’m doing? The thought hits harder than anything my mother said. I
turn on my heel immediately.
“I have to go.” I mutter, already moving.
“Wait, Blake.” My mother calls. I pause and look back.
“What?” I ask impatiently.
“Your… Girlfriend. Are you sure she’s the last unicorn? I still want one. If you happen to find her parents, let me know. We could collect the full set.” She suggests. I feel vaguely ill at the thought. Damn it. I need to go. I don’t bother arguing with my mother. I know it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I’m already
heading for the stairs. For the vault. Because suddenly nothing else matters. I need to fix this. Now.
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Please fix it, immediately, Blake!… Goodness, I blew through all the chapters so far and now chewing nails to see what happens next. curse my luck for starting the story before it was finished! It is so good!
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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.
