Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 213: Strange loss of connection

Sage walked into the sitting room, her fingers fidgeting as she thought about what Ashton had told her. She knew she shouldn’t get involved, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

She sighed deeply and sat on the couch, basking in the warmth of the room. Her gaze was drawn to the fireplace, and the flames reflected in her eyes almost as if they were calling to her.

She could suddenly hear whispers that sounded more like cries and screams echoing from the fire, and her gaze was fixed on the fire.

"What is that?" She asked slowly, standing up and taking slow steps toward the fire. The whispers became louder with each step she took, and as she got closer to it, she heard a terrified scream from the fire, startling her and forcing her to take a small step back.

The fire suddenly erupted, blasting a force that struck Sage, knocking her to the ground. She coughed, despite the fact that it didn’t hurt, as a result of the smoke that suddenly filled the room from the raging fire.

She swallowed, moved her arm closer to the fire, and swallowed again. "Is anyone there?" She inquired, sensing a presence in the flames.

"Don’t give it to any of them." Sage’s eyes widened as a male voice whispered from the fire. Not because she was afraid, but because she wasn’t scared at all, which meant that whoever was speaking to her wasn’t a threat.

"Don’t give any of them your life force." The voice said it again, and the fire began to burn out.

"Wait? "Are you a fire mage?" Sage half yelled.

She was waiting for an answer when the fire went out, leaving the room cold and the air lingering with smoke.

Sage let out a deep sigh and chewed her lower lip. It was a habit she had picked up from Cyrus.

She was certain that whoever it was was a fire mage and most likely a spirit, but who could it be?

"Sage!" A familiar deep voice filled with panic thundered in the room, and Cyrus charged at her as if he had seen a ghost.

Sage looked at him, puzzled, as he scooped her into his arms and slid her onto the couch.

"What happened to you? Are you hurt?" He asked, raising her arms and checking for any signs of injury on her body while his body trembled and Sage stared at him in shock as he continued to search her. "Tell me! Are you hurt?" He kept asking questions and inspecting her body.

"Cyrus!" She had to raise her voice, and Cyrus froze stiffly, his worried gaze fixed on her. Extreme worry filled those blue slit eyes, causing her to gasp and cup his face. "What is the matter with you? You can feel my pains, you know I’m not hurting anywhere."

Cyrus blinked and sighed, averting his gaze from hers. "I know." He trailed off and closed his eyes.

When he apologized to River, he wanted to stay and teased the golden fire dragon when he suddenly felt his connection to Sage break. He felt empty, as if a big important part of him had been taken away, and panic rushed through his veins like never before.

Once formed, the soulbond could never be broken; instead, it evolved. Soulbonds can only be broken when one of the partners dies.

That thought caused Cyrus to panic, and he ended up in the dining room, where he met Ashton, who informed him that Sage was in the mansion’s main sitting room.

Cyrus intended to materialize right into the room, but instead appeared at the door, realizing that a strong fire barrier had been erected to prevent him from entering.

Cyrus folded his hands into a strong balled fist that began to glow brightly, still in panic and trying to suppress his overthinking mind. The barrier vanished just as he was about to punch it, and Cyrus dashed into the room, calling out her name.

When his gaze met hers, he felt their connection rekindle, and it felt like breathing in fresh air after being suffocated for a long time.

He was happy... he couldn’t explain how happy he was to see her perfectly fine, alive, and staring at him passionately with those hypnotic emerald eyes of hers.

"You are not hurt." Cyrus murmured, his eyes fluttered open, burning dimly.

"I am not." Sage smiled, her gaze locked on his. She realized why he was panicking and began softly kissing his cheeks, as if to calm him even more than he was already. He was clearly not settled yet. "I’m fine, Cyrus," she whispered soothingly, planting a kiss on his lips, which he returned hurriedly, like a thirsty being who had finally found water.

Sage intended to peck his lips with hers only to calm him down, but the kiss became intensely heated, filled with hunger and heart jerking.

Cyrus kissed her wildly and passionately, entwining his fingers in her red, silky hair pouring how he felt, how hungry he was for her, and how much he desired her. He felt such an overwhelming, inexplicable love for her that he worried he might leave her unconscious longer than he had before. His cold tongue warmed around her hot tongue, evaporating a strong warm fire that spread through them, despite his best efforts to stop himself.

Sage couldn’t stop the moans that erupted from her throat as Cyrus let out a low groan. She clung to him, unable to catch up with him. She was drowning in pleasure, and knew that she’d never get used to Cyrus’s intensity in this state. Strangely, she felt the intensity rise, leaving her unable to breathe fully and only moaning as his cold fingers trailed down her neck.

Suddenly, he paused his fingers, and she felt his hand grip her dress tightly, ready to rip, making her heart beat faster.

"Your Majesty, Lord Stefan Adrelean, is in the mansion." Arthur’s voice echoed throughout the room, brutally breaking the sexual tension between Cyrus and Sage.