“I’m going to cut your wings off and feed them to the buzzards,” the woman growled.
Asim snorted in response. She had already threatened that. His least favorite was when she threatened to cut his balls off and use them as a door knocker. Even his dragon grimaced at that promise.
“Where in the hell are you taking me?” the woman demanded.
Asim glanced down. Far below them were the thick forests of Valdier. They would be crossing the North River soon. He turned his gaze to the woman when she muttered under her breath. Concern swept through him when she rubbed her arms. With a swift thought, a section of his symbiot dissolved and formed a thin blanket.
“What…? Oh, thank you,” she said with a sigh when the golden blanket wrapped around her. “So, your name is Asim?”
Asim bowed his head and
