Dare To Love A Dragon - Chapter 141

Ander sneaked back to the house making sure not to alert the imposter and his mother. He had come up with a plan of stealing his pieces back from Olivia so as to have only the imposter to deal with.

He had to wait until everyone was asleep in order to put his plans into action. He was certain that his plan would work since he had the element of surprise. The old men were to look for Royan in the meantime so that they don’t lose him during the war.

When the time had come that everyone retired to their rooms to sleep, he walked out of his room. With a spell on his legs, he made no sound as he moved just as he wanted.

He tracked to his mother’s room and walked through the door to enter the room. He wasn’t going to risk opening the door and alerting Olivia of his entry. He just couldn’t feel proud of his plan when he had gotten in successfully.

Something felt amiss to him.. He got to the bed and found that it was empty. Olivia wasn’t in the bed or in the room.

“Where did that backstabbing witch go to?” he asked himself.

He cut his palm and let his blood drop to the ground. He perform a tracking spell for his magic, the blood on the floor rose up and started moving out the window.

Ander followed the blood staying in the shadows not to be seen, he wasn’t sure what the evil woman was doing out so late at night. But it gave him chills to even think of what she and her accomplice could be up to and who they could be scheming against.

He knew his mother’s motive, she wanted Alex but as for the imposter. Other than killing him he only knew that he wanted to raise goodness knows who using people whose bodies could contain fire.

He followed the blood to the lake far away from the house. He remained in the shadows as his eyes searched the lake for his mother. He made contact with her in the distance, she seemed to be talking to someone.

He created a mirror with his blood, he knew that he had done too much blood magic for the day. He could feel how tired he was but he still pushed himself to go on.

The mirror showed him what was going on and what she was saying.

“Are you surprised by my plan and what I have done?” Olivia questioned Francis with an evil grin on her face.

“How could you be so heartless. You killed your son and call that your victory?” Francis asked her feeling disgusted by her mentality.

“His death is your fault. You had forced my hand Francis, if you hadn’t come into our lives then none of this would have happened,” she uttered with bitterness. “And don’t act as though you care, you wanted him dead just like me,” she added.

“He was a person, we had our differences but I would never have killed him,” Francis said to her.

“But you could never love him either. He yearned for your love and you never gave it to him,” she asserted. “You killed a piece of him too, I just gave the final blow so we both go down for this,” she added.

Francis was speechless. Time had changed but Olivia still hadn’t changed, the woman’s ability to do something wrong and find a way to pin the blame on someone else were amazing. She knew just what words to say to manipulate things to look as though the fault was with others.

She had to always appear innocent no matter what she had done. This trait of hers disgusted him.

“I could never embrace him as a lover but I loved him none the less, I can’t expect you to understand love,” he uttered. “Love is not always having your way. It’s letting go when it starts to hurt the one you love,” he said to her.

Francis couldn’t explain to her the things that he had done in the name of love. He was still himself from the mountains, the same man who embraced Ander so passionately.

That part of him was still with him and at times only he knew how much he fought with himself to stay away from the boy. Even Alex couldn’t help him forget what he felt and what he desired.

But he held himself back. Going after what his heart truly desired would hurt a lot of people and ruin a lot of lives hence he couldn’t.

Only he could explain how he had not gone to the boy and taken him in his arms and tell him that it was all just a front. Turning his back to him and everything.

“You are one to preach, tell me where was this love when you made him suffer his whole life without a father?” Olivia questioned to him.

“You were still alive how could you have let him live without his mother?”

“He was a tool to get me the king and when he failed on doing that he became nothing more than a burden so I let him go,” she said.

Ander held himself back from attacking her right there and then. How dare she open that stupid mouth of hers and call him a burden.

“I will show you how a burden is treated mother,” he spoke an evil glint passing in his eyes.

“I will make you pay for killing him,” Francis said to her. Every ounce of blood in his body was boiling with anger. The dark parts of him that he had held back for so long. The parts that were madly in love with Ander wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces.

She had made a wrong decision by telling him that she killed him. What more was the things she said about the dragon, it provoked his evil to awaken.

“You will do no such thing,” Olivia said getting the hell fire out. As she was inexperienced in using it, she lost control of it and dropped it to the ground.

Francis twisted his body in the air and grabbed the flame and manipulated it in his hands until he gained control of it.

Olivia moved back seeing as she had not thought her plan through. She had learned that Ander’s magic could control any type of fire but she had not imagined that she would be unable to control it.

She didn’t know magic and that of why she went after Ander’s magic. His magic expressed what he felt and that too without having to take the need to learn spells.

Francis smirked at seeing the fear in her eyes. He was mesmerized by the lanes in his hands as they had traces of Ander in them.

“What did you say? That I don’t love Ander, I will have you know that I love Ander with all of my heart,” he announced to her.

Ella woke up from the bed hearing Avan mutter things in his sleeps, she paid attention to his words to hear him confessing his love for Ander.

She fell off the bed in fear when she noticed the fire of hell in his hand. “Since when did he learn to control this flame?” she aked hersekf as she had known him and they never keot anything from each other.

She was sure that if he learned to control hell fire then she would have been told of it.

“I love Ander is much that it hurts every second that I am away from him,” Ander uttered. “That is why Olivia, I am not going to spare you for killing him,” he added and let out an evil laughter.

“What?” Ella asked confused. She had not known why Avan was blaming Olivia for Ander’s death. “He must be having a bad dream,” she uttered as it was the only explanation that she could have for what was going on.

“What do you think you are doing?” Olivia asked Francis as she moved back from his advances. “Stay away from me,” she added her voice breaking at the end.

“Stay away from you?” Avan and Francis uttered at the same time. “I would love to do that and I promise I will. After all I can’t come close to a dead person,” he added his voice getting colder and lower.

Ander and Ella were speechless at what they both were seeing before their eyes. Ander was left shocked at Francis’s confession while Ella was shocked at how real Avan sounded.

She wasn’t to leave things to chances so she sat in the bed and placed her hand on each sides of Avan’s head and watched with her eyes closed what he was seeing.

She saw Olivia falling to the ground after tripping over a stone. And the host who’s eyes she was seeing through was dancing the hell fire before her to scare her.

She was frightened when the person starred back like they could see that she was in their head.

“Get out,” a voice demanded in her mind throwing her out of Avan’s head.