Page 53 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

I tore out a mouthful of his neck, spitting the fleshy bit to the side.

“You will never touch anything of mine. Ever again.”

Dayvin tried to fight back and launched himself at me. We went down in a tussle, the ground shaking as two dragons fought. But it was already over, and he knew it. It was just a death twitch. My claws shredded his sides and belly in an orgy of blood and scales as I stole his life strike by strike.

“Please,” the blue dragon wheezed as I pinned him to the ground with one mighty paw, sharpened claws piercing his scales in multiple places. “Please.”

I cocked my head sideways, blood coating my claws as I pushed down harder, forcing more out.

“No,” I said coldly. “I told you I would spill your blood and make the grass choke on it. And I meant it.”

Then I burned his face away in one long stream of yellow-orange fire. I didn’t stop until I was sure he was never coming back.

Nobody was going to touch my mate. Nobody.

Job finished, I turned away from the stilled corpse, shifting into human form as I went, my eyes on one person, and one person only.

Elanya.

I smiled as I noticed her staring right back at me. Just like it was supposed to be.

Then her eyes widened, and she backed away from me in horror, scrambling over the grassy field to keep the distance between us.

“Stay away!”

It was like I’d been shot. Only that time, unlike the human weapons, it penetrated deep through my scales.

“Elanya?” I asked. “What’s wrong? It’s me. It’s Damon.”

“I don’t know you,” she whispered, still shying away. “Don’t come any closer.”

Everything crumbled. I staggered to one knee, my dragon howling in agony that vastly outweighed any of the injuries I’d sustained fighting Dayvin.

“What did I do?” I whispered, staring helplessly at a woman I would have done anything for.

A woman who no longer wanted me near her.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Elanya

Something broke inside Damon as I told him to keep his distance. The triumph on his face fell away like icicles swept from the underside of a roof, tumbling through the air to smash apart on the ground.

And I was the one who did the smashing.

“What did I do?” he whispered.

I stared. At him. At the dead dragon behind him.

“Who are you?” I asked, trying to not vomit at his blood-drenched appearance. “Look at yourself, Damon.”

He lifted his hands, rotating them back and forth, watching as blood dripped down his skin, splashing across the grass at his feet.

“Is that what this is?” he asked. “The blood?”

“You killed him,” I said. “Not just killed him. You ripped him apart like it was nothing. You’re covered in his blood, and you don’t even notice, Damon. That’s the worst part. You don’t even seem fazed by it. You just slaughtered him and walked over here like it was totally normal. This isn’t a movie. That’s real blood!”

“I know it is,” he said heavily. “I’m well aware of that. I was the one who shed it, you know. While saving you.”

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