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He disappeared, leaving a chill in the room that cemented me to my seat. Slowly, I glanced at Dorran heaving next to me, his lip sneered, and then to Toby standing motionless several yards back.

“I think you pissed the Pretty Boy off,” Toby said.

Dorran glanced down at me with a look of dominance radiating between us. “Good.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Dorran

Amara slipped underneath the covers and looked up at me.

“You hurt him,” she said. “At least we know he bleeds.”

I bent down with one arm on each side of her. “Of course, he bleeds, Amara. And he’ll die just like anyone else that crosses me. You’re my mate, and I will fight to the death for you.”

A saddened look washed over her face. “Do you think it will come to that? To death?”

Running my fingertips against her forehead, I rubbed the worry from her skin. “Yes, for one of us.”

She closed her eyes causing a tear to slip down her cheek. “I don’t want it to be you. We just found one another. You can’t leave me before we get our happily-ever-after.”

I wanted to be realistic and tell her that not everyone got that, but I couldn’t disappoint her. “My dad is on his way up, and I’m going to tell him to get his army ready.”

She sighed heavily. “I like that you don’t lie to me, but sometimes it’d be reassuring—enough to help me sleep—to tell me you’ll make it through.”

Leaning forward, I brushed my mouth against hers. “I will make it through.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Standing up, I watched her body relax into the bed, and her eyes close from exhaustion. It was a relief to know she had time to sleep.

All I could give her was an empty promise that I would make it when I didn’t know if I would. I’d sliced his cheek open, and the blood dripping down his porcelain skin made my dragon happy.

I wish I’d hit him between the eyes like I’d aimed for.

He wasn’t one to get hit usually. I saw that in his gaze. It’d shocked him, and I planned to shock him more than ever when he brought his army here.

The sound of the front door opening brought me out of the room and down the hallway. Zerk sat in the living room uncomfortably, and when I rounded the corner, I realized why. My father had brought my mother.

Peachy.

“Dorran,” Father said, sitting down beside Zerk. “I like this place. It’s isolated and perfect for a honeymoon.”

I stopped on the opposite side of the room and gawked. “Sadly, this honeymoon has gone to Hell.”

Mother shifted next to the couch, sitting down on the arm, she folded her own. “You realized you shouldn’t have mated with the human? Now she’s attached and you need our help?”

“And what? I’m ready to run back to the castle and bone one of your East Kingdom sluts? Get over it, Mother. Amara is my mate forever.”

Sighing, she glanced over at my father. “Why did you call us up here? What do you need?”

I cleared my throat. “Amara began to have powers over the last couple of weeks.”

This caught my mother’s attention. “Powers? Like a dragon ...”

“No,” I hissed. “Her stepmother, Helena Tremaine, raised her and she was sheltered and mistreated. She had no way to reach out to someone to find out what was going on, so I took her to The South Kingdom, and we found out everything.”

Dad looked over his glasses at me with a serious look. “Well, spit it out, Son.”

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