MIDAS
She is unconscious, completely out cold by the time they arrive.
He takes her up to her room without a single word to anyone.
Every time…three times now, that he has brought her into the room in his arms, she is once again just barely alive.
He lays her gently on her bed, trying his best to avoid looking at the marks on her neck because if he does, he will lose his mind and by Hades nothing would be able to stop him…stop them until they had rid the realm of every single person related to the man who had done this.
She stirs gently and he pushes her hair back from her forehead sighing as he does so.
So much for staying away from her.
A knock on the door pulls him back to the present and he straightens.
“Enter.”
Her maid, a diminutive dragonkin girl with strangely large, brow
