Draekon Destiny:Exiled to the Prison Planet(4)

By: Lili Zander & Lee Savino







PRESENT…


Felicity hasn’t smiled in weeks. Her unhappiness is visible to everyone. Just last week, Arax had pulled Luddux and me aside. “Viola’s concerned about the human,” he’d said. “And so, I’ll be blunt. Are you hurting her?”

“No,” I’d replied, shocked to the core. “You think I would hit a woman?”

“I think there are a lot of ways to hurt someone without hitting them,” he’d retorted. “She’s your mate, and she’s miserable. Fix it.”

If only it were that easy. It’s not like I haven’t tried because I have. And so has Luddux. But Felicity won’t tell us what’s wrong. The wall between us is more impenetrable than ever.

“Are you sure you want to come?”

She doesn’t look at me. “Do you not want me to?”

No. Seeing her in our treehouse will be too hard. Remembering what we had, what we’ve lost… I don’t think I can take it. Felicity was like a comet. She entered in a blaze, burning bright and lighting up my life, but everything between us seems to have withered away to a crisp.

Now, things just hurt too much. I want to go back to the numbness I had before Felicity came into my life.

“You don’t like heights,” I reply. “You don’t like to fly.”

“I’m not afraid of heights.” Her lips twist into a small smile. “I’m just scared of falling.”

We’d never let you fall, my love.

It’s a measure of how much things have changed between us that I don’t say the words out loud. “Are you happy, Felicity?” I ask instead.

“Everyone’s asking me that question today.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

She faces me “What do you want me to say, Xan? What do you want to hear from me?”

“The truth.”

Her eyes well with tears. “I don’t know if I ever knew how to be happy,” she whispers. “Maybe this is as good as it gets.”

I swallow the pain in my throat. Once we find Dariux and bring him back, I’m going to suggest that we stay in our home near Lake Ang for two weeks. And in that time, if we can’t fix things between us…

The humans are not like the Draekons. Felicity doesn’t feel the way we do. She might not find a true mating bond with one of the other unmated Draekons, but maybe they’ll be able to make her happy.

I can’t bear to see Felicity unhappy. When we get back from Lake Ang, if nothing’s changed, then I’m going to leave. For her sake, and for mine.





3





Luddux





PRESENT…


I caused this. I was the one that allied with Herrix and Belfox. I was the one that helped them find the seven diarmod boxes scattered in the desert to the east of us.

I had a reason. But if I tell Felicity why, I will lose her.

Though I think I’ve lost her already.

I didn’t expect her to offer to come with us. This last month, she’s spent as little time with Xanthox and me as possible. There are now thirty-one people in the camp, and it’s easy for her to avoid us during the day. There’s always something to be done or someone that needs help.

And at night? Well, she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to share our bed anymore. It’s everything I deserve, but it still stings.

Faced with an impossible choice, I picked my mate. And ironically, she wants to have nothing to do with me.

Xanthox follows her to the house we’re staying in. I stay behind, knowing that whatever I do will only make things worse. She’s still hurt, too wounded to want to be around me. I should have never yelled at her that day, never exploded in anger the way I had, and ever since then, something is broken between us.

I should have told her the truth from the start.

The people in the clearing are huddled into knots, talking about what the arrival of the Zorahn soldiers means. Except for Thrax, who's watching me with a sympathetic look on his face. I walk over to him, trying to quell the faint hope in my heart. Every time I dare to hope, it gets crushed. “Did you have a chance to search the wreckage?”

“Only briefly,” he replies. “Once I found the soldier, my biggest priority was keeping him alive.”

I take a deep breath. Of all the Draekon in this new camp, I like him the best. We have very similar backgrounds. We both grew up in an orphanage, and we both ended up as smugglers before being exiled to the prison planet. “Can you go back?” I ask him urgently. “I need a communicator. It’s a matter of life and death.”

He grimaces. “I don’t think you’re going to find one.” He takes a look at the despair on my face and pats my back. “I’ll look. If I find one that’s wrecked, I’ll try to fix it. I only studied to be a technician for a few years, but I give you my word. I’ll do my best.”

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