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Ashes and Silver: Reborn to Save My Dragon Mate

Chapter 9

Word Count: 733 | Released on: 09/09/2026

the final chime of

haste, as if escapin

behind me and leaning on my desk a

five different ways to turn you into a lizard, Giana. Can

ly hea

d on the emp

when I offered him the candy

ched sharp

my books into my bag and fastening the brass clas

na,

he heavy hem of my crimson robe with both ha

were packed with student

s with half-spread wings, while Beastkin firs

canning the crowd for

e he

th spiral staircase-the damp, drafty passage leading

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ead j

d hea

ran eve

ble boy," I muttered

steps at a time, my fingers sliding across

" I shouted, rounding the bottom ben

was comple

the darkness, flanked by stone gargoyles who

founding Dragon-lords rippled faintly i

as g

maze, I stood no chance of tracking a Drag

nds braced on my knees, a heavy wa

I told myself, stari

rning that every outstretched h

far out of his reach would

brushing damp golden hair from my forehead. "Y

he castle's heavy oak doors, and stepped out into

I f

rand iron gates was an ornate

pent coiled around a crystal vial-the c

age door

avel, her sharp leather boots cl

th the stern precision of a shrewd merchant, its hig

braid streaked with faint silver strands

Ster

mot

nyielding will, only for her daughter to squander everything

ward the gates

ows furrowed

across the lawn. "Why are you outside the war

her struck me

she sat alone in her study signing documents, draining the family vaults to settle

blurred my visi

," I ch

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“I forced my destitute Dragonkin fiancé to sign a severance contract right before the Triad Tournament. I told him my future had no room for a disgraced boy whose family owed blood debts to dark alleys. But when a maddened dragon broke its chains and unleashed a wall of white-hot fire toward the student stands, he didn't run. He abandoned his chance at glory, vaulted the stone barricade, and threw his frail body directly over mine. I watched his flesh blister and his worn robes turn to ash as he shielded me from the inferno. His blood boiled as it dripped onto my face. "Run," he gasped in my ear, before the flames took him completely. For months, I obsessively relived his death in a Pensieve, suffocating in guilt in an empty house. I realized every milestone of my youth was paved with his blood and silent protection, while I had treated him like absolute garbage. Why did he sacrifice everything to save a woman who threw him away like trash? When the memory basin violently shattered from my grief, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in my second-year magic classroom. Emmett walked in, looking heartbreakingly young, wearing his faded robes and a painfully guarded expression. This time, when the aristocratic students snickered and expected him to hide in the shadows, I stood up and blocked his path. "Sit with me," I told him, refusing to let go of his scarred wrist.”