She vexes me so and I need a drink. She has no idea the danger she faces when around me. Until I told her what happened, I'd forgotten for a short time. Forgotten the look and smell of Roxanne's burned flesh-her whimpers and the devastation on Laryn's face when he saw what I'd done to his bride.
"Damn she-wolf," I mutter again. I finally locate my sweats and storm back to the cabin after pulling them on. I'm not at all happy when I see her brother waiting. Are all these beastkind animals without self-preservation? I need my dragon realm where everyone but other dragons fear and bow to me. They wouldn't dare be waiting in front of our homes with an attitude.