Book 5: Spencer
Chapter 1
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He always knew her, even when he felt lost. There were the physical signs: the eyes that were blue and green, the dimple that appeared on her chin. But more than that, it was a certain feeling that he got when he was around her. His heart beat faster, his chest felt tight, and his world felt complete.
Spencer always knew Katianna, even when she had been dead for years. Even when he was in dragon form, his thoughts muddled, and she was a small human below him, he knew the love of his life. And now, he knew that she had reincarnated for the fourth time by his side, the only creature in the world who could do so. How she did it was beyond him, and beyond her, because each time he found her again, he had to remind her of who she was, and who she loved. Dragons had an unusually long life span, and although his years were reaching one hundred, it didn't affect his physical well-being or his mind. In his mind, he was as spry and as in love with her as the day he first saw her.
Spencer was a dragon shifter lord. Once upon a time, his family had controlled the dragon throne on Umora at the top of the universe. It was generations ago, though, and he was happy to just be close to the throne and able to live a life of luxury. The family in charge of the throne now were four princes–brothers that he knew well. They were a kind, compassionate group, and he enjoyed seeing them often. He had been away from Umora for years, though, since the old, tyrannical King Richard had died and his oldest son, Peter, had taken over. As with most things in the dragon world, though, it was more complicated than a simple succession. Peter had also died, but the veil between the Other, their heaven, had dropped, bringing back some of those supernatural creatures who had died, including Peter, and eventually Richard.
Last he heard, though, they had destroyed Richard, letting Peter rule with a clear and just heart. Spencer was glad to hear of peace, at last, on Umora. He did intend to return now that things were safe, and he intended to bring Katianna with him. That was, as soon as he convinced her of who she was.
The students started flooding out of the building, and Spencer stood up, closing his suit jacket. He had been watching her for weeks now, and he was sure it was her. Aside from the fact that her eyes were mismatched and her age was right from when she had died, he just knew that the girl with the purple purse and long, brown hair was Katianna.
In this life, her name was Bethany, and her parents owned the hotel downtown. She was attending the local community college for hotel management. She had so many traits from the last time around: obedience, a quiet demeanor, and a love of the arts. Today was the day he was finally going to approach her.
To get home, Bethany had to walk past the cemetery. Every time she did, she turned to look at it, pausing. She didn't know that a former incarnation of her was buried in there.
She always died young, barely making it into her twenties. Sometimes, it was an accident; sometimes, it was fated. Each time, it ripped his heart out until he found her again.
She was running the front desk of the inn today, a fact that he managed to find out by conversation. Today, he was going to book a room and speak to her.
He had exactly one week to tell her that the universe was much bigger than school had taught her, that supernatural creatures existed, and that she was an age-old soul who had loved him before.
Don't forget that we need you at the Council meeting, his phone beeped, and he checked it with annoyance. He also had one week to return to Umora for a summoning of the House of Lords. Nicholas, the middle brother, had taken over correspondence of the dragon lords, and he seemed to like to do it in a very modern way.
I'll be there, Spencer texted back quickly. He didn't dare disobey his princes, even when distracted.
The text had made him pause, and given Katianna enough time to enter the inn ahead of him. He counted to ten and then strolled in, his face neutral as she settled behind the desk, taking over for her mother.
“Hi. Can I help you?” she said, with a smile, brushing back her hair from her eyes. She used to do that all the time, too.
“I'm looking for a room for the night,” he said. “Do you have any vacancies?”
“We should,” she turned to the computer, her fingers already flying. “What kind of room?”
“Your finest,” he replied. Speaking to her again was setting his heart afire already. He had dreamed of this moment since he found her dead last time. Being back in this town made him shiver in memory. It was three incarnations ago, just after the Second World War. There would be no one alive to remember him now; and if there were, they surely wouldn't be taken seriously if they recognized him. He couldn't believe she had reincarnated in the same spot. “Money is no objection.”
“I have a suite on the top floor,” she replied, looking up. “It's currently $300 for the night.”
“That will be fine,” he said. “If you think it's your finest?”
She laughed, and he had to smile.
“It's great,” she said. “What's your name?”
“Spencer St. John,” he replied, and he saw her pause. Did she recognize it? Did it alert her to a memory?
“Sorry?” she asked. “S-t? Or S-a-i-n-t?”
“The former,” he said, and then tried an old conversation trick. “Have we met before?”
“I…uh…,” she looked up at him. “I don't think so. Have you stayed here before?”
“I've been to town before,” he answered. “I used to live here.”
“Oh,” she replied, cocking her head. “That's neat. Like, how long ago?”
“A very long time ago,” he smiled as she handed over the room key. “Thank you. Do you work here all the time?”
“Pretty much! My parents own it,” she said with a shrug. “So, if you have any questions, you can let me know, and I should be able to answer them.”
“I'm looking for someone to give me a tour of town, actually,” he said. “Show me the way things are now, because I feel like they are quite…different.”
“I don't know. Things haven't really changed around here,” she gave him a small smile. “But I can do that if you want. I'm studying tourism so I was thinking of starting to give tours.”
“That would be lovely, Katianna,” he said, and she paused.
“Sorry, my name is Bethany.”
He shook his head, as if he made a silly mistake.
“Of course. Bethany,” he replied. She always had a different name, but she always came to remember her real one before it was over. “When can we arrange that? I can pay for the service, of course.”
“Oh, um…tomorrow?” she said. “I'll see if I can get a group together from here. Around three o'clock, if you don't have plans?”
“That's fine,” he replied, taking his room key. “I'll be looking forward to it.”
“See you then,” she turned back to the computer and began typing. He wanted to linger so much. After all, it had been so long since he had seen her. But he knew that, especially at the start, he had to be careful.
Spencer made his way to his room just as his phone beeped again. This time, it was Cole, the youngest dragon prince. He handled everything to do with witches and magic, seeing as he was half-witch himself.
Earth dragon, do you know this face? Cole asked, sending over a picture. Spencer rolled his eyes. Cole had a habit of doing this when he was at a dead end, asking everyone on the planet for help.
No, Spencer said after briefly looking at the picture. I'll be there soon enough to help you.
Awesome, the youngest dragon prince responded, and Spencer threw his phone on his bed. He knew he had a duty to the princes, and he did plan to return to them soon enough. Hopefully, though, it would be with Katianna in tow.
Waiting until three o'clock the next day and not constantly inventing excuses to go downstairs was a nightmare. He didn't want to go out because he knew she was in the building, and he wanted to feel close to her.
Three o'clock felt like an eternity, but he managed to curb himself until two forty-five the next day.
At two forty-five, she was already waiting downstairs, looking adorable in a dress that he thought could have belonged to her mother. Her style this time around was vintage, as if she was reaching for the last time she had lived.
“Hi,” she said. “It's just us, if that's all right.”
“Of course,” he replied. “Can I pay for the service?”
“No, just give me a good reference if anyone calls,” she said with a smile on her face. “It's my first time, so go easy on me. But I have lived here all my life, so it shouldn't be that difficult. What would you like to see first?”
“I'm quite a fan of history,” he replied. “Perhaps you have some historical ruins around here?”
“History? Sure,” she said, and turned to a young man who was working the desk. “I'll be back in an hour, all right, Brian?”
“Sure,” Brian shrugged, intent on typing. “Bye.”
“Thanks for caring,” Katianna said, as she smiled. “Sorry. My brother. He's a jerk.”
“You have a brother?” Spencer asked, in surprise. “You didn't used to.”
“I'm sorry?” she asked, confused. He practically bit his tongue in frustration.
“I mean, you didn't mention it before,” he replied. “Sorry, English isn't my first language.”
She seemed to accept this excuse with a shrug.
“What else do you speak?”
He was grateful that she didn't ask his first language, because that would be difficult.
“I can also speak Spanish,” he replied. “And French.”
“Oh, that's lovely,” she said. “I've never been outside this town, so it's always nice to hear from travelers. This is the oldest building in town, by the way.”
He was hit in the face with a memory like it was a tidal wave. She was right; it was the oldest building in town. The library once housed a military barracks, and he had a memory of standing in the doorway with her, holding her hand. It had been pouring rain, and it was the simplest moment, debating whether to wait it out.
He missed those simple moments where they were just normal. It didn't seem fair that everyone else could walk down the street, holding the hands of their sweetheart, and he was stuck waiting for twenty-year periods. Dragons had a long life span, but they weren't immortal. Sooner or later, time would run out for them. He had no idea how many times she would be reincarnated, either. Would it continue after she was gone?
The one person that could probably answer that question was Cole, on Umora. He was an expert on all things magic, and he enjoyed impossible problems. Spencer had been away so long that he had never brought it up. This time around, he felt an urgency, as if time was running out. He needed to reveal his secret and have his answers quickly.