RUJIN’S POV Seven feet away, Koro Dew was finally silent as he fell into a deep sleep.
He was curled into a defensive ball on the divan, his breathing shallow and ragged.
In sleep, the defiance that was surrounding him during the day had thinned, leaving behind something raw and fragile.
His half-white, half-brown hair was a chaotic spill across the black cushions, and I watched him with a hunger that I never knew I possessed in my life.
The Thermal Lock between us was humming a low-frequency vibration that felt like a plucked string stretched across my soul.
He was pulling me in sleep; his power greedily drank the waste heat, filtering my power into something he could carry.
But it wasn’t enough tonight.
In the Syndicate meeting, the display of the Dragon’s Aura, I had overexerted myself.
My core was a pressurized chamber of white-hot lava, and the pressure was building behind my eyes until everything tasted like metal and copper.
I needed to sink deeper and sat up, the movement causing the bedsheets to fall.
I reached out, my fingers hovering an inch above his temple, afraid to touch his skin yet.
I wanted to see what his mind was like and his shifter beast that could hold a Dragon’s fire without turning to ash.
I closed my eyes and pushed, and I didn’t use strength; I used the powers of my dragon and let my consciousness spill into the Thermal Lock, following the golden thread of the tether into the dark, frozen mind of Koro’s subconscious.
The whole moment was shocking, as usual.
When I entered a mind, it was a scorched wasteland or a frantic maze of fear.
But Koro’s mind was quiet and peaceful, filled with Ice.I descended through the frost, wondering where his beasts were.
Where are you hiding?
I hit the floor of his mind, a frozen lake as black as obsidian, and there, standing in the center of the dark expanse, were the two reasons I was still alive, and the beast was a nightmare of contradictory evolution.
To the left stood his Winter Wolf.
It was a massive, spectral creature, its fur composed of actual needle-ice that shimmered with a pale, predatory moonlight.
Its eyes were the color of a dead sun, fixed on me with a hatred so ancient it felt structural.
To the right, draped in the shadows of the wolf’s flank, was the Vampire.
It wasn’t a man, but a silhouette of violet mist and elongated, crystalline fangs.
It didn’t breathe; it rhythmically pulsed, a beast that lived for the intake.
This was the part of him that recognized me and the part that craved the heat I provided, the part that viewed me not as a master, but as a host to be drained.
“You are not welcome here, Dragon.” The voice didn’t come from their mouths.
It erupted from the ice beneath my feet.
It was a dual-toned roar, the guttural snarl of the beast and the melodic, terrifying hiss of the nocturnal.
“I didn’t come for a welcome,” I responded.
“I came to see my assets.” The Wolf stepped forward, the ice shattering beneath its paws, and it bared teeth that were literal shards of diamond.
“You bring the sun into a world that was made for the dark.
You are melting the only thing that keeps him whole.” “I am the only thing keeping him from the cull,” I countered, the heat of my words vaporizing the frost-mist.
“Look at him and look at the power I am feeding you.
Without me, your Wolf would be a rug in my manor and your Vampire would be a starved shadow in a gutter.” The Vampire silhouette drifted closer, its violet eyes narrowing.
“We see the truth behind the fire, Rujin Marks.
You are not a king but a dying star looking for a place to bury your corpse.
You think you own him?
You are simply pouring your soul into him, and it will eventually overflow.” “Then help me expand and keep him alive,” I commanded.
The Wolf lunged, its icy claws raking through my flames, while the Vampire lashed out with tendrils of violet energy, trying to bypass my heat and find the core of my mind.
It was a war of elements.
For every inch of ice I melted, it grew a mile of frost.
For every burst of radiation I pushed into them, the Vampire drank it down, growing larger, darker, more dangerous.
I saw glimpses of Koro’s memories through the clash: the face of a small girl huddled in a cryo-blanket, the feel of silver chains biting into wrists, the taste of frozen blood on a jagged lip.
I saw his hatred for me, and it wasn’t the shallow hatred of the Dons.
It was a total rejection.
To his beasts, I was a cancer.
I was the heat that was destroying their winter.
“He will kill you,” the Wolf snarled, pinning my flaming form to the black ice.
“He will wait until the Dragon sleeps, and he will open the gates.
We will drink you dry, little sun, and turn your fire into a pale, violet winter.” “Let him try,” I gasped, my fire turning blue as I pushed my entire consciousness into the center of their union.
The explosion of contact was blinding, and I felt the Wolf’s endurance, the staggering, bone-deep strength it took to survive the High Spires as a hybrid.
I felt the Vampire’s ecstasy, the terrifying, addictive rush of my heat hitting its cold-starved veins.
For a split second, I felt Koro himself.
He was a small, defiant light caught between these two monsters, trying to hold them back, trying to remain human while the world demanded he be a tool.
He was lonely; the heat of my presence, as much as he hated it, was the only thing that felt like a touch.
I pulled back, and the pressure behind my eyes had vanished.
The beasts had taken the excess.
They had eaten my pain and turned it into their own strength.
I looked down at Koro, and he was still asleep, but he was no longer shivering.
His skin was a warm, healthy bronze, and a faint, violet shimmer was visible beneath his eyelids.
He looked…
powerful.
The Vampire had grown, and the Winter wolf was stronger.
I had saved my life tonight, but I had also fed the thing that was sworn to kill me.
I reached out, and this time, I let my fingers brush the hair away from his forehead.
His skin was cool, a perfect, impossible balance.
“Sleep well, little wolf,” I whispered, the toxic smirk returning to my lips even in the dark.
“Grow strong and drink every drop of fire I give you.” I lay back against the charred pillows, the Thermal Lock humming a contented, deadly tune between us.
I knew the risk.
I was building a weapon that would eventually be pointed at my own heart.
I was feeding a hunger that would one day demand everything, but as the first light of the artificial sun began to filter through the frost-covered windows of the High Spire, I didn’t care.
For the first time in twenty-five years, I wasn’t burning, and that was worth any price the devil eventually demanded.
I closed my eyes, the Dragon finally silent in the depths of my mind, and I let myself drift into a dreamless, cold-scented sleep.
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