Avery
Somehow, I fell asleep curled on the pillows and jolted awake to lingering visions of red claws tearing at flesh, my mind fuzzy. The room was dimly lit, which meant it could be early morning or later afternoon. I remained immobile as thoughts and feelings assaulted me. The pit in my chest opened wider on finding myself alone. Was he with her? He thought she was dead, but will he want her back now? Will he regret bonding with me?
My dragon thrashed painfully against me. She felt encased in something impenetrable, but I felt her emotions, and they ran much deeper into a murderous rage than mine. I felt mostly hollow, crushed, and eviscerated. How could things change so fast? Why do men always lie to me?
You’re so stupid.
I remembered begging for sleep to take me just to shut that v
