While I’ve become accustomed to being in Zephyr’s mind, it’s still strange hearing that prick, Oliver, as he talks to my mate. I can feel Zephyr fighting me when I tell her to walk away, but I know terrorists, and Oliver is nothing more than a low-level terrorist. I’ve had enough of him running the show and bullying my dragon into doing things that she would never have done on her own.
When he calls Zephyr back, I feel her relax, and I can feel through our bond that her trust in me just increased. I need that. I want that. Eventually, I want her to believe in me and listen to what I have to say because she trusts me, not because I’m forcing it. We’re not there yet, but we’re getting there.
I’m on the verge of bursting into the room to get her out of there and away from him, but thankfull
