Page 74 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
‘I did? Sorry.’
My lips thin. ‘You don’t need to be sorry,’ I say gently. ‘Do you want some water?’
She nods and I fill her a glass which she drinks from thirstily.
‘I’ll get out of your hair. Sorry.’
She makes like she’s going to get up and before I know what I’m doing, I’m caging her in.
She looks up at me with a gasp.
‘Sorry, ‘ I mutter, backing off and putting my hands up. ‘You don’t need to go anywhere. You’re staying here. No more kitchen work.’
She doesn’t look scared, but she sits up carefully. ‘I don’t get it. You didn’t care before. What’s changed?’
Everything.
‘I didn’t know what was happening. I’m run ragged most of the time. That’s no excuse, but I didn’tsee. I’m making it right. Tor and Brax left you in my care and I’ve done a shitty job so far. With you, you know…’ I make a broad gesture at her torso.
She blinks at me. ‘What?’
‘You know, your pregnancy.’
‘My what?’
‘You do know you’re pregnant.’
She just stares at me.
Jesus. She didn’t know. And I just told her. Like that. It takes everything in me not to facepalm.
‘That’s not possible,’ she finally says. ‘They told me it wasn’t possible.’
‘The doctor confirmed it,’ I say.
‘Well, the doctor is wrong!’ she says loudly, her eyes flashing in anger. ‘They said it’s not possible, so it isn’t and you’re wrong!’
My dragon is in awe of her fire and I’m not far behind.
Claim her now while she’s angry! She’ll bite and scratch as a mate should!
I shut him out because she’s breathing fast and now pressing herself into the corner of the room. Tears are leaking from her eyes.
I go to her, squatting in front of her. ‘I promise you, everything will be fine,’ I murmur, putting my hand over hers.
I’m gratified when she doesn’t move it away.
She shakes her head vigorously.
‘No,’ she pants. ‘Won’t be fine. My mom died. So will I.’
She looks into my eyes, hers swimming with tears.
‘Why did they lie to me?’ she whispers
My heart breaks for her, as the dragon snarls that we should find the humans who did this, who tricked her somehow, and kill them slowly.
‘Who?’ I grind out. ‘Who were they?’
