Page 65 of Love Bites Extra Hard

His gaze was transfixed.

Completely, and utterly.

“Please help me,” I whispered. “The dragons are holding me captive.”

I stepped closer.

His hands were already reaching toward me, his scaled knees hitting the floor as he leaned closer.

“Please, I’m so cold,” I breathed.

He didn’t respond.

Did he even know who he was anymore?

Ten years of solitary confinement was so many. Enough for anyone to lose their mind.

He shuffled forward, still on his knees, and I whimpered. “What are you? Please don’t hurt me.”

If he was still in there, the words would satisfy whatever fucked-up, perverted part of him wanted to prey on the weak.

And Iwasthe weak, but Stella wasn’t.

I pushed my magic to its fullest, and Stella grunted.

She was distracted, just for that split second…

But it was the only opening he needed.

His eyes dilated, and his hands were on my throat a heartbeat later.

His teeth tore into my shoulder, in the same place Talon had marked me. His body pinned mine to the floor as claws raked down the center of my chest, tearing and shredding.

I was too shocked to scream.

And by the time the shock had worn off, all that remained was agony.

I barely heard Stella’s snarl of fury. Barely felt her magic take hold of the bastard and force him off of me. Barely noticed her grabbing me as her power pinned him to the wall by his throat.

Everything spun.

I was losing blood. So much blood.

Toomuch blood.

The door must’ve opened, because a moment later, Stella was sprinting down the hall with me in her arms. There was fear in her eyes—true terror.

She was screaming for someone to get Talon.

Demanding someone else to come with her, to help with the scales.

My breathing was shallow.

Too shallow.

I passed out for a few minutes, only waking when someone placed me on a mattress and something warm pressed against my arm.

It was so warm.

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