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CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

“Wait here.”

Zane sat
Stacey down on the bed and then proceeded out into the living room. Stacey
listened to the showdown go ahead.

“I’m a
dragon,” Zane declared. “Your bullets can’t hurt me.”

The cops
started laughing.

“I’m serious,
you can all get out of here at once, or I’ll blow you to hell.”

“For the last
time, sir,” one of the cops continued, “please put your hands behind your head,
or you give us no choice but to shoot you.”

“Very well…”

Stacey
listened attentively to the few moments of silence that followed.

Then she
heard several of the cops crying out in alarm.

Suddenly the
whole apartment was coming apart. The walls were caving in, the roof was
collapsing, everyone was running around in a panic. From beyond the edges of
the door Stacey could see an immense wave of red fire running through
everything, towards her path. She backed away against the wall frightfully as
it broke away and exploded with the rest of everything. She saw the flames
searing at her as she fell, numb and disillusioned.

But Zane was
there to her rescue. From out of the fire his great dragon rose to swoop in for
her, saving her from the blast. Before she could make head or tail of it, she
was on Zane’s back again, and they were flying towards the skies, with the
burning mess that used to be her apartment left behind. Stacey’s arms reached
out and she squeezed her dragon for comfort.

“Thank you,”
she whispered to him.

Zane’s body
quivered in response. As she felt his vibrations her heart rate began to slow
to a normal pace, and she soon joined him in his ease.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

Another two hours in the sky, and
Stacey could see that they had returned to the forest area that surrounded
Zane’s brother’s town. Whether this was the wisest move for them, Stacey hadn’t
asked Zane yet as they had only just landed. Her belly rumbled with hunger as
it was late afternoon and she hadn’t eaten since their meal along the lakeside.
How she wished to be blessed by such a comforting moment once more.

“I understand
you are tired,” Zane said. “But we have yet another walk ahead of us. When we
get back to Conrad’s I’m sure they’ll bring food for us.”

“Yes, I’m
very hungry,” Stacey confessed. “But not so much tired. You did all the flying
work.”

“Well, I
think you helped a little,” Zane joked.

“Oh really?
How did I do that?”

“I’m not sure
anything would feel like work with you so close to me.”

Stacey’s
heart beamed in delight.

And that’s
how it was for them. Their trek back to town and Conrad’s estate didn’t feel so
long because they were together. The bond Stacey and Zane had formed with one
another was at its strongest and most proud. She literally adored him for his
god-like beauty and heart strong protectiveness. There was something about Zane
that made him so pure to her, so up to task. It was almost as though he had no
faults, other than his temper which she didn’t want to get on the wrong side
of. Crazy as it was, they’d already said they loved each other, but there were
layers to that love. And for Stacey at least, the love was getting deeper and
the layers were peeling back…

“Why have we
come back here?” she found herself asking eventually.

“Conrad might
have found where the portal is,” Zane said. “But I also want to speak to him
about the presence I felt back at your apartment. It reminded me of someone,
who passed a while ago.”

“Is this who
you think killed Teresa?”

“No. Well … I
just need to speak with my brother about it. I have to be sure about
something…”

Stacey didn’t
appreciate being left in the dark when the matter was so close to her, but
still she surrendered to him and let it go. After all, he was her Master.

And she was
his delicate Blossom.

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN

Conrad wasn’t home. The servant at
the gate let both Stacey and Zane inside the estate, and then explained he had
gone to town a few hours earlier, on business. “He shouldn’t be much longer,”
the servant said. “He told me if you were to come for you to wait for him.”

Inside the
house, Zane asked that they be brought food, and were subsequently led in to
the dining room in preparation. They sat opposite one another in the centre of
the table, having light conversation to let the time pass more quickly. When
lunch was served, it was steak and gravy with a side of fruit salad. Stacey ate
everything, but for some reason, Zane just ate the fruit.

Half an hour
or so afterwards, Zane suggested to Stacey that she lie down.

“Lie down?”
she murmured. “What for?”

“We didn’t
get much sleep last night,” he said, “and it really has been a long day. I
don’t know how long the night will go on for or if there will be much time for
rest. You should take it now.”

“Won’t you be
joining me?”

“I’m going to
go look for Conrad,” Zane said. “I have an idea of where he is. It’s important
for me to make sure he didn’t cause too much trouble by asking on my behalf.”

“Well, okay…”
Stacey murmured. “Are you sure it’s safe to leave me here by myself?”

“No one’s
after you here,” Zane said. “If anything you’re safer without me around.”

“What?”
Stacey yelped. “That’s not true!”

“All I meant
is that I’m the target here. Not you. And that’s if my brother has betrayed me
which I now strongly doubt.”

“Why? It
seemed like a possibility before.”

Zane nodded.
“Well, we can never be sure. Just lock the room you’re in from the inside. I’ll
only be half an hour or so. I just have to make sure he’s not in trouble.”

“Okay,”
Stacey said finally. “I’ll try not to be too scared.”

“Thank you,
Blossom,” Zane said and kissed her. He then signaled to the servant. “See she
has adequate chambers to rest in.”

The servant
bowed his head and then led Stacey upstairs to her room. As she went there, she
looked back at Zane who was watching her go. Even in the thick of troubles
here, he was still putting her first above all else. Inside his heart anyway.

Once she was
in the room, Stacey locked the door.

She climbed
onto the silky red quilts and laid her head to rest on the pillow.

She closed
her eyes.

And wondered
if it was all a dream.

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

A knock at the door. Stacey sat up.

She’d only
been in the room for eight or nine minutes. Not even.

She started
to get worried. The knock came again.

She got up
off the bed and walked towards the door. “Who is it?”

“Zane.”

Sigh of
relief.

Stacey opened
the door for him.

He was
standing there, awkwardly. Stacey blinked.

“Can I come
in?” he asked.

Stacey shrugged
and stepped away from the door. Zane entered the room and closed the door
behind him.

Locked it.
Stood in front of the door.

Stacey stared
at him curiously. “What are you doing? Is he back yet?”

“No,” Zane
shook his head. “But I wanted to check something with you.”

“What?”

Zane walked
slyly across the room. He stood near her, but they did not touch.

“I’m your
Master, aren’t I?”

Stacey’s eyes
bulged. “Yes.”

What was he
up to?

“Then come to
me.”

She went to
him.

He put his
hands round her neck and leaned forward to kiss her.

For some
reason it felt a bit weird. Stiff, almost.

They broke
away. “What’s happened?” Stacey asked. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Zane gave a
small smile. “Come sit with me.”

They climbed
onto the bed and sat next to one another. He removed his pants, exposing his
massively erect cock.

“Whoa,”
Stacey murmured.

Zane smiled
at her. Then nodded.

“What the –
Are you angry with me? Did I do something wrong?”

“Not yet,” he
said quietly.

Stacey
swallowed. This was different. His approach. His manner. Something must have
happened. She hated not knowing and yet, if she didn’t obey her Master now, she
risked him getting even more upset.

Stacey put
her mouth over his cock.

She felt Zane
sigh, but not deeply. She reached out for his hand but he wouldn’t hold it.
Instead he put his hand to her head. Not really hard. But … Well…

Stacey broke
away. “What did I do? Tell me.”

Now Zane
appeared troubled. She could see it in his eyes.

“I’m being
too forceful?”

“Uh… I don’t
know,” Stacey said. “No. I just.”

“You want
this to happen don’t you?”

Stacey put
her lips together. “What about what happens to you when we –”

“Don’t worry
about that,” Zane said. “Are you ready or not?”

Stacey
blushed. “Okay…”

Zane stood up
from the bed. “Strip for me. All of it.”

Stacey
started removing her dress as he proceeded to rip his own clothes off. And then
all of a sudden he was on top of her, tearing hers off. He smothered her with
hard kisses. He bit her neck enough that it hurt. He bit her ears. He bit her
hair.

This was getting
wild.

His firm
hands centered around her backside, as he slid her panties off. Without
hesitation he forced himself inside of her and the bed began to rock.

It was like
being fucked by a drill hammer. Zane was so aggressive now, he barely looked at
her other than we he was grabbing at her face, to almost manipulate it. For
Stacey, it felt good, a little too good, but because she didn’t know where it
was coming from she was unable to fully enjoy it.

It just felt
so different to how it had before, she didn’t know what to make of it.

If something
had happened that had caused Zane to want to fuck her this way, then she should
at least understand it. Then again, he was her Master. He was not hers to
question.

Zane flipped
her over on her stomach and spread her legs to be fucked doggystyle. It went
ahead, rough as guts, and he was clearly enjoying it. She noticed though his
cock wasn’t burning up inside her the way it had before – it wasn’t even warm.
The longer and harder he fucked her, his prick became colder and colder still,
until it felt like it had been just taken out of the fridge. His arms were cold
now too. His fingers at her tits, his lips at her neck, so cold.

This was bad.

Something
really had happened.

“Ooh Stacey,”
Zane moaned. “That’s so good.”

She blinked.
Once.

Twice.

It was only a
breath away.

He never
calls me that. He never, ever, ever calls me my real name – he – he –

It wasn’t
him.

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

Too late. Already, there was someone
outside the door, and they were pounding loudly.

The man
fucking Stacey cursed, but didn’t stop.

Zane’s voice
outside rang out – “Blossom? Open the door, please!”

The man
grunted and then shot his ice cold sperm into her. Then discarded her.

As Stacey
gripped the nearest pillow for comfort, she watched as the man she previously
thought to be Zane, morph into his true form, Conrad.

“No,” Stacey
whispered. “No,  no, no…”

The door
burst off its hinges and Zane stormed into confront them. His eyes darted from
his naked brother to Stacey clutching the pillow.

“Um…” Conrad
mumbled. “Sorry?”

Zane roared
angrily and then punched Conrad square in the face. He rammed his fist into his
gut and sent him flying to the other side of the room. Conrad started to get up
and Zane kicked him. He kicked him until he didn’t get up.

Then his gaze
met with Stacey’s.

“I don’t ever
want to see you again,” he snapped. And then abruptly turned to leave.

“Please,”
Stacey wailed. “I didn’t know –”

Zane was
already gone from the room. Stacey crawled off the bed and grasped what was left
of her clothes. She put the remains of her dress on and limped back down
towards the stairs.

“Master?” she
cried, running down. “Master?”

Suddenly the
Human Mage appeared in her path. “Going somewhere?”

Stacey
screamed and then ran back up the stairs looking for an exit.

Broken and
bloodied, Conrad was standing in the middle there. He wiped the blood from his
nose and scooped her up effortlessly.

“Come on,” he
said. “I want to show you something.”