Dare To Love A Dragon - Chapter 112

“Is that good enough for you or do you need more proof of my love?” Francis asked breaking the kiss.

Ander was too dazed to reply to him. It wasn’t real, he thought. Francis was in love with his father and he would never kiss him. He just didn’t know how long the sweet dream would last until he woke up to the harsh reality. The reality where he and his dad both hated him.

“Ander,” he called out shaking him out of his trance.

“A mare kiss doesn’t prove anything,” Ander said to him. A kiss can be forced and love can be faked. He was not foolish to trust the man blindly when had proven to him that nothing romantic could ever happen between them.

His reply made Francis frown. He didn’t know what else to do to convince the boy that his feelings for him were real.

“Let’s have breakfast,” he suggested.

Just then his attention was drawn to a shadow by the door. His frown deepened.

“Looks like we have unwanted guests in the house,” he uttered coldly his caring eyes vanishing from his face. The look on his face sent a shiver down Ander’s spine. He looked evil and his aura was sending warning signals to him.

He followed the man’s sight to spot Amaru leaning on the door. His face lit up with recognition. He was glad that Amaru was there, having someone he knew around could help him understand what was going on.

The change in his facial expression didn’t skip Francis’s eyes. His face darkened with an evil glint in his eyes.

“I send him away,” he told and took a step towards the door.

“Let him stay invite him to dine with us,” Ander requested. The request made Francis boil with anger, it was supposed to be just the two of them but now a crowd was forming with a third party.

“Sure,” he replied.

He walked up to Amaru and glared at him. “What are you still doing here?” he questioned in a deep scary voice.

“I want something your lover has stolen from me. Tell him to give me my powers back and I will be on my way,” he replied unfazed by the angry voice of Francis.

“Well, that is not going to happen.”

“Then I will just kill him then,” Amaru uttered.

The minute those words left his mouth, Francis grabbed him and threw him across the room. He landed on his back before he could stand. Francis was hovering above him with a dangerous look on his face.

“I don’t like you and the fact that Ander sees you only make me hate you more,” he said angrily. “But I have an offer for you. Something that I guarantee will be important to you that the powers you’ve lost,” he added.

Amaru looked at him with a confused look on his face. He had never known the chosen one to be so evil and so dark. The newly chosen one took him by surprise.

“What can you offer me that I don’t already own?” the faceless god asked.

“Your face,” Francis said and helped him stand. He didn’t say anymore and walked back to the dining room.

Amaru followed behind in silence, he couldn’t say that the offer wasn’t intriguing. The question he had was what Francis was going to make him get his face back. A faceless god’s weakness was his face and the person who had his face had the power to kill him.

“How sure am I that you have it?” he asked him.

Francis smiled at him. He gazed into Amaru’s eyes giving him a glimpse of everything that was snatched from before in his fight with the chosen one. He didn’t just see his face, he saw his knife and his shadow inside there.

Francis averted his eyes and took a seat opposite Ander. “As you requested, I have invited him to join us,” he said to Ander his eyes becoming soft and warm again.

Ander glanced at Amaru who he had just witnessed being thrown across the room. He looked busy in his thoughts thinking of something.

“What did you say to him?”

“When I asked, he said he wasn’t hungry so I persuaded him,” Francis replied him.

Amaru’s jaw dropped on hearing the male lie, there was no part of their talk that included an offer to have a meal. But he didn’t say anything.

Francis had him on a leash you could say, the things the man had were so much precious than his powers. With them, he would go back to being invisible like before, but the problem was how to get them back.

“I see,” Ander stated unconvinced. He didn’t why he doubted Francis, he had a gut feeling that the man was different. Changed from the person he used to know but wasn’t sure. “Can I talk with Amaru in private after breakfast?” Ander asked.

Francis looked up to him, his eyes flashed with a dark look for a second before he smiled. “Sure.”

“Can you help me up?” Ander requested of Amaru. He was still tired and couldn’t walk by himself so took his help to walk.

Amaru helped him up, he wrapped his hands around Ander’s waist to keep him on his feet. He needed not to turn around to know that the daggers on his back were coming from the male opposite them.

“We will be right back,” Ander informed.

Amaru helped him up the stairs with Ander pointing to him where to go. He directed him to the room he woke up in and had the boy set him down on the bed.

Once he was settled on the bed, he turned his attention to the male.

“What did you want to talk about?” Amaru inquired wishing to end the conversation soon. Francis didn’t seem too happy with him being alone with Ander and the man had things that he wanted. So it was important for him not to offend the man.

“I need your help,” she started nervously. “I know that this might sound weird but I seem to lack a few details of my life,” he added.

“What do you mean?”

“One minute I was in my room with my mother and Francis on the night of my birthday and the next I wake up here. I am exhausted for some reason and Francis doesn’t seem like Francis,” he mumbled. “You were there, maybe you can shed some light on what happened?”

Amaru scratched his head nervously. He had not known where to start or from where to finish while describing the events of the last eight months. He also had to watch his tongue, there was an evil villain by the other side of the wall listening to their conversation.

He looked around the room nervously trying to think of what to say. “Well, you have been in a comatose state for eight months,” he said as it was the only lie he could think of.

“What?!” Ander asked surprised.

“Yes,” he added stretching the words as his mind thought of a reason as to why the boy would have gone into a coma. “You see, on your birthday you bit Francis and marked him. The King was enraged and fought with you…in the process, you fainted and hasn’t woken up since,” he explained.

“What?!” Ander questioned disbelief filling his eyes with every word that came out of the god’s mouth.

“Francis got so angry at the king that he took you away with him. He then realized how much he loved you and has waited for you since,” he added to please Francis. He also needed to remove the doubts from Ander’s mind. From he had heard entering the house, Ander seemed unsure of whether to embrace him or not.

“Are you telling the truth?” Ander asked with some doubt still in his eyes.

“Yes, Francis loves you,” he let out. ‘And I would love to get my things back,’ he added in his mind.

“Okay, thank you,” Ander said gratefully that the gap in his mind was filled. Perhaps it was the waiting for too long that changed Francis from the way he used to be.

“Can I go now?” Amaru asked. Ander nodded before he exited the room.

He left the room and headed straight for Francis. The man was gone the spot he stood eavesdropping on them but his knife was there dangling in the air.

He smiled and pocketed his knife. “One down, two to go,” he said proudly.

Francis appeared inside the room. He leaned on the wall with his eyes on the dragon king. He was pleased with what Amaru had said to Ander, he knew the man would come in handy as he knew about their past which seemed to be erased from his mind.

“Are you okay now?”

“I am good. I’m sorry for the way I behaved. I had no idea you went through so much for me,” he said apologetically.

“It’s okay,” Francis replied glad his insecurities were all gone.