The Dragon Takes What's His(22)

By: Marcy Jacks

“Sweetheart, you’re fine. Sebby’s not that good at what he does, but even if he was the best, he’s hardly dangerously.”

Blaze glanced Sebby’s way. “No offense.”

Sebby shrugged and smiled. “None taken.”

“There, you see?” Blaze asked. “He’s not even lying either. Look, you can tell he means it.”

Zack pressed his lips together. “Which coven are you from?”

Sebby’s eyes widened. “Oh, well, we didn’t exactly name ourselves. For the most part we lived up north before coming down south and making plans with the Dog Catchers.”

Sebby had the decency to look a little abashed by that. “Uh…it wasn’t something I wanted to be a part of.”

Gold pressed his hand to Sebby’s shoulder. Blaze wasn’t sure why he was hyper aware of that.

“So you’re from the intruder coven?” Zack asked.

Sebby shrugged. “I guess so, if that’s what we were being called.”

“Why did you leave?”

Sebby scratched the back of his neck, and this time he was starting to look uncomfortable with the line of questioning.

“That’s enough,” Gold said. “We’re not here to interrogate my mate. This is about you. You’re the one who cast a spell on Blaze.”

“He cast a spell on you,” Zack countered.

Gold’s golden eyes turned a bright shade of red.

Blaze needed to step in before things got any worse. “Okay, that’s enough. I just wanted to ask some questions here. This doesn’t need to get personal.”

The bright red in Gold’s eyes didn’t go away, however, and his lips still lifted, showing off just a hint of teeth.


“Why don’t you just get Zack to bring your memories back if that’s what you want?” Silver asked.

Blaze opened his mouth to answer that, but then stopped.

“Zack can’t bring my memories back.”

“But neither can I,” Sebby said. The man laced his fingers through Gold’s, as though in an effort to calm him down, but he frowned thoughtfully at Zack. “Didn’t you explain this to him?”

“I don’t think I did,” Zack said. “We were, uh, busy.”

“Wait,” Blaze said, gathering up his patience, what little of it he had left. “Are you telling me that no one can bring my memories back?”

Where had he gotten the impression that they could come back? He supposed it was just something he assumed right off the bat, and now that he was being presented with a cold, hard truth, he had to admit he didn’t much like it.

“I’m sorry,” Zack said.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Blaze asked.

“I was shocked.” Zack sounded as though he was in a mild panic. “Sebby said it was what you wanted, and I guess…well, I could believe it, but I was stunned. I was trying to think about it.”

“Think about the fact that my memories are gone forever?” He looked to Sebby. “Are you sure?”

Sebby pressed his lips together. “Well, aside from the fact that I don’t think you want me messing around with your head even if they could come back, the majority of memory-removing spells don’t just lock the memories away. They destroy the memories. When you destroy memories, they don’t ever come back.”

The very first thing Blaze felt about that revelation was a monumental disappointment but then a flare of hope. “But my memories haven’t been destroyed. They’re still there. I remember some things about when I met Zack.”

Those had come back to him when he’d kissed him for that first time in his car. They weren’t destroyed. They were there, just waiting to be set free.

“So there is something you can do. I think. My memories are still there. You can let them back out, right?”

Sebby shook his head. “Look, Blaze, I’m not trying to be cruel or anything. If this is what you want, I get that, but at the same time…I’m still getting used to the little amount of power that I have. When my power boost came, I was terrible at using magic. Like, really bad.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t,” Sebby insisted. “Imagine holding a pen in your wrong hand and trying to write with it every day for your entire life. It’s your wrong hand, the penmanship sucks, it feels awkward to use. My power boost was just enough that, while I’ve still got the pen in my wrong hand, my penmanship basically just got a little better. The ward is the best thing I’ve ever been able to do for as long as I’ve lived, and maybe I’ll get a little better. Maybe there’s still a little more power waiting to be unlocked, but with what I have, I won’t go messing around with your brain.”