Was it really love

Zhakhik sat in his room too angry to talk to anyone. He was shocked by the encounter that he had with his so called lover. He hated the way that he was rendered helpless by his dragon.

Tonight he was reminded of the day that he was unable to protect Xaddrin from him. He had healed but the scar on his heart had remained the same.

He hit the table hard with his hand, his anger flaring up. The anger in Xaddrin's eyes was so intense he could feel a chill ran down his spine when he held his hand. He was confused on what to do.

The warning from his mother of the future in which Xaddrin would  kill him and everyone was starting to sound real to him. Till now he only thought that himself as a fool for trying to get along with Xander but he was beginning to understand what he was trying to achieve with it.