Birdie breaks the kiss, her teeth nibbling my bottom lip as she looks up at me. “I love you, Colt.”
Humming, my lips curve up into a grin. “Let’s go home, my bride.”
BIRDIE
Martha is waiting for us with a tray of ice-cold sweet tea and a smile as we approach the house. “Did you take care of them?” she asks.
“It was black magic, again,” I murmur as I reach for the glass.
Her eyes narrow, then her lips press together as she shakes her head a couple of times. “Thankfully, that is now finished, yes?” she asks as she lifts her head and her gaze shifts from me over to Colt who is standing directly behind me.
“Florence is still in the jail cell, I need to deal with her, then I hope that it is all over,” he murmurs. “It needs to be.”
“It does,” Martha sighs. “I never would have thought, her and Logan, I never would have imagined.”
“Me either,” Colt rasps.
Turning around, I tip my head back and look up into his eyes. “Do you want me to go with you?” I ask.
He shakes his head once. “I can do this alone. She was like my own grandmother, but a traitor is a traitor.”
“Are you sure?” I ask softly.
He nods his head. “I will be back shortly, stay out here and relax.”
I watch as he turns from me, his hand on the butt of his gun at his hip as he walks toward the small brick building where he’s been holding Florence for the past few months. Martha guides me over toward two chairs on the front porch and I sink down in one as she does the other.
“What does the future hold, Martha?” I ask.
She rocks in the chair a few times, taking a sip from her glass before she speaks. “It holds many things, Birdie. None of which I can see, not even if I wanted to.”
“The prophecy?” I ask.
“It is in motion, that is all we know,” she explains.
Placing my hand on my belly, I wish that I could know all of life’s secrets, if Colt and I will be happy, if this baby will be healthy, if we’ll live a long life together, if my sisters and I will all be together again.
I want to know everything, but unless I could somehow see the future, I won’t ever know.
“Have you attempted to reach your sister again?” she asks.
I nod my head a few times. “I have, but I haven’t had any luck.”
She hums, but doesn’t speak immediately, then I let out a gasp as a large shadow appears over us. Lifting my head, I assume that it is Arion coming to me again with some news. However, when my eyes adjust and the beast lands, it is not the great white horse.
Instead, it’s a fucking dragon.
A dragon with a woman on its back, a beautiful blonde woman. Martha rises from her seat, her feet carrying her over quickly, but not quite as fast as my guards. Jeremiah is first, his gun drawn and pointed directly at the beast.
I will not harm you, I come from Wolfjour Ail. I know Liv well, this is her sister-in-law, Sylvi.
“Guns down, they are from my sister,” I cry out as my feet carry me closer toward them.
“Do not, Birdie. We don’t know who they are, not truly,” Jeremiah calls out.
I watch as the beautiful woman slides down from the dragon’s back and slowly makes her way toward him. He presses his lips together, but does not make a motion to move. In fact, his gun is trained on her and does not waiver in the slightest.
“I am Sylvi, sister to King Aaric, the Sea King. I come with his permission to speak to Birdie and her husband, the ruler of the frontier,” she calls out, her voice accented and lyrical.
“I am Birdie, you know Liv?” I practically squeal.
The beautiful woman shifts her gaze to mine. Her lips curve up in a smile. “I do. My seeress has granted me the ability to communicate with you. She has seen something in a vision. I would like to speak to you about it privately. Perhaps with your husband in attendance?”
Shifting my gaze to the brick building, I notice that Colt is walking out, his hand held to his side, his gun dangling from his fingers. He walks straight over to Jeremiah. They dip their head and speak to one another, but I’m far too invested in this dragon and woman standing in front of me.
Colt turns his head toward Sylvi and nods a couple of times. “You would like to speak to us?” he asks.
Her lips twitch into a small smile and she nods. “I would. It concerns the prophecy and the future,” she explains.
Jeremiah takes a step forward, I watch as he wraps his fingers around her elbow and tugs her toward him. His chin dips down, his eyes hold hers and his lips twitch into a small smile before he turns and begins to walk toward the house, without saying a single word.
She tries to shrug him off, but his grasp tightens and he walks a bit faster at the same time Colt makes his way toward me. He wraps his fingers around my elbow in the same fashion and tugs me behind him as we follow them into the house.
Martha walks behind us as well, and follows us into Colt’s office where Sylvi and Jeremiah are waiting across from his desk. Jeremiah drops her off at the chair, and makes his way behind Colt’s desk to stand behind him. Ernest suddenly appears and stands to the other side of the chair.
Martha walks over to Sylvi and stands next to her, but I stay at the entrance of the office, too engrossed in watching everyone’s movements and positions to move. Colt touches his lips to my temple,
