The Last Dragon Rider (Book 1 of Rider Series)

Chapter 48

Silan tried to walk over to me but stopped when he saw me shake my head. He opened his mouth but didn't say a word, and he closed his mouth while he pressed his lips into a thin line.

I crawled over to my basket and started to pick everything up, my whole body tense, and I couldn't help but shake. Blood dripped from the cut on my face, but I ignored it and continued to pack up my items as fast as I could.

Silan stayed put and watched over me, and I could tell that he wasn't pleased with me keeping him away but understood.

It was not safe. We could still be watched.

Once everything was packed, and what remained of the broken bread was picked up, I stood and flicked my fingers a little to tell him to meet me at the Pub so that we could talk about what happened, and he slowly nodded but stayed put, waiting until I made it somewhere before he would leave and do what I asked.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and wiped my hands on my skirt before I picked up my basket before I sighed and shook my head, trying to release the anger that I felt but couldn't for some reason.

"Shilan?" I asked, wondering if I could get my dragon to answer me, but unfortunately, I did not. I pursed my lips in annoyance before I looked around to make sure that I was alone, ignoring Silan because I knew that he wouldn't do anything. "Where are you? What happened? Why can't I contact you?"

Nothing...

Only silence...

I pursed my lips further in annoyance before I twisted on my heel and darted into the alleyway with Silan watching me but not following.

My whole body was tense, and I couldn't help but start to shake from the anger that I felt.

Stop, I mentally hissed before I took a deep breath and released it, trying to calm myself down to no avail. You can't go through the alleyways this angry, and you know it, Marini. You don't want to create unrest with beings that reside here.

Sure enough, the path around me grew darker with each passing second, feeling the anger and waiting for me to do something, even though I had no idea what.

Nothing moved except for the darkness that waited for my command, but I could still feel the eyes of the outcasts while they waited for me to do something. They knew that I was mad and bleeding, but they didn't act because I didn't give them a signal to act or to attack.

I took a deep breath before I released it, trying to control my nerves. Oh, Gods, I thought while I pressed my lips into a thin line and gritted together. Please help me calm down before I do something stupid.

The feeling didn't leave as fast as I hoped, and it annoyed me no end because they slowly started to stir further.

I took another deep breath and released it, making it to the spot that I wanted to go, the sound of running water soothing me just a bit but not enough to calm the raging anger that I felt.

I set my basket down on the fountain before I sat down, muttering every curse word that I knew, grateful that the people living here wouldn't tell my mother because I knew that she would have my head if she found out.

How dare the king smack me around like I was some sort of fool, not caring that I was still a maiden, even though I was someone they were looking for. How dare he do that, acting like he was some god and could treat me like a piece of dirt.

But what if it was because he wasn't in control of himself..?

What if the Elf is controlling him?