Edward was worried
about leaving Lilith alone, but the dragon was agitated by his being in the
bedroom. “Are you safe with him? Shall I stay?” he asked.
Lilith was holding
on tightly to the dragon’s neck, speaking in a language that was unfamiliar to
Edward even though he was proficient in many languages.
“Go, you’re making
him angry,” she replied and then returned her attention to the beast. She spoke to
it in a soothing voice, “I have caused you nothing but pain and have
torn you away from your comrades. Hush, hear me out…….”
The dragon stamped
its right foot in anger, for it suspected what she was about to do. “Never,” it
cried out in agony. The dragon smacked its tail with such force on the marble
tiles of the balcony, that pieces of marble sprayed the room. Lifting its eyes
from Lilith’s face, the dragon became aware that Edward was still in the room.
It let out an ungodly howl and shot a ribbon of flame toward Edward.
“Leave us…please
Edward,” Lilith begged, but Edward stood frozen to the spot until she added,
“He would rather die than ever hurt me.”
Edward backed out
of the room and watched as the dragon pulled Lilith close to its body with its
long spiked tail. When he had reached the steps, Edward turned around to check
on Lilith and for a moment, a blink of an eye, he saw the dragon morph into a
beautiful winged warrior, an angel who held Lilith tightly in his arms.
But it
was the briefest of moments and then the warrior became a dragon once more and
as Edward made his way down the stone steps, the sobs from both lovers echoed behind
him.
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