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spoken in low hissing
tones. To keep others from overhearing? Guess even in the magical
world people still had to watch out for spies.
    Dagda was there, speaking with a man who
looked remarkably like Azoth, but older, with crows feet under his
eyes and hints of grey in his long red hair.
    His father , her mind supplied again.
She must've met him some time in her previous life to have known
about that.
    The king of dragons stood tall, his heavy red
brows pulled together in a viscous frown as he pointed a thick
finger in Dagda's face. “I'll be dead before I see my family joined
to yours, fae devil!”
    Dagda was the epitome of calm. “Oh? You would
be willing to share those thoughts with your son? He has quite
taken to the girl. He has been seen flying with her in his dragon
form. I would not be surprised if they have also taken to each
others beds already.”
    “He will get over it, and you had best mind
your filthy tongue before I cut it out and have it for my
breakfast.”
    Diana's brows shot up at the threat, and her
eyes stayed glued on the elder Dracamire's back as he stormed off,
fists clenched and massive muscles tense.
    Dagda watched him go as well, then did a half
turn and looked right into Diana's face.
    She gasped. “You can see me?”
    He ignored her. “Come out of your hiding
place, servant.”
    Diana frowned, confused, then turned and saw
what Dagda was really looking at.
    Nyx, hiding in the shadows, an easy feet
considering how dark he himself was, watching the exchange.
    He paled at the command, obviously caught.
Then he turned tail and ran quickly in the opposite direction.
Dagda gave chase.
    Diana was pulled ahead in the memory, and she
allowed herself to go, not fighting it this time. Her heart rate
picked up, her excitement grew, and she got the feeling that the
end was near, that she was finally about to see whatever it was
that she was meant to see.
    But then her heart really became fast. Her
chest and throat swelled and became hot and it took a moment for
her to realize she wasn't breathing. She couldn't breathe!
    Like being rudely snapped out of a dream,
Diana's eyes yanked open. Her vision was assaulted by more of that
blur she was becoming used to, but this wasn't from some fog in her
brain as memories from a former life came and went as they pleased.
It was more like she was underwater.
    She exhaled sharply, heavy air bubble s
leaving her mouth as the realization shocked her. She was under water! Hard hands, Azoth, gripped her and pulled her out of
the pool.
    She gasped for air, sputtering water and
shaking, and she threw her arms around his shoulders, as though he
were her personal life-jacket and would keep her from going back
under.
    A strange thing for her to think since he was
the one to put her under. She was back in the pool where he kept
his ever healing philosophers stone.
    Azoth's hand was in her hair, cupping her
head and holding her close. He was in the pool with her, and
dripping wet now that she was clinging to him so forcefully, but he
hadn't been submerged like she had. She could tell because his hair
was still only damp from the last time they'd been in here.
    He was speaking to her, more of the dragon
words he fell back into whenever something rattled him, mixed in
with english.
    Though the water was warm, her teeth
chattered.
    Azoth spoke again, but she couldn't listen to
what he said, not when she was so focused on making the memories
she'd been seeing come back to her before she forgot them. She
needed to hang onto them. They were so real, so familiar, and that
last bit she'd needed to see was just at the edge, behind a curtain
that she couldn't lift away.
    It was as frustrating as forgetting a name or
word that she should've known, that was on the tip of her tongue,
but still lost.
    Azoth pulled them both out of the pool to sit
along the edge, and he stretched a cloth of some kind around her
shoulders.
    It was different from the thin, small towels
they'd used before, and