Drikira
The fury that coarsed through my veins was something I had gotten used to over the years but there felt something different when Lissandra's eyes turned ghastly white. A hint of concern that probably was wind of some sort.
I couldn't feel; I didn't have a heart and I certainly didn't care enough about one Duchess. There were plenty of woman out there and even if they didn't have pure Dragon blood.
An heir was an heir.
I convinced myself that my heart had shrivelled to a small black prune that only cared about revenge. My Dragon on the other hand had other ideas. The Duchess had clawed her way to him and he became desperate to save her. There is so much of the Duchess that he wanted to get to know, so much of the puzzle that would be left unsolved if Lissandra died.
My Dra
