ra's
its peak, a cold, authoritative voice cut t
uniform, looking as if he had just returned from the Dragon Guard bar
abric and a shift of shadows, a thick, obsidian-scaled dragon tail materialized from his lower bac
locking me in place. A complicated, bitter feeling twisted in my chest. Once, I would have mistaken this primal display of own
he was her savior. "Brother! You have to s
the stone path. As a dragon-born, his superior senses undoubtedly c
ing to help her conceive, and she accused m
lculated note of sorrow. "Mother, I just feel that having a child is a matter for two people.
desperate hurry for an heir, dragon law offers a solution. If the primary wife is unable to conceive, th
. "I think Miss Haylie Guthrie would be an excellent choice. H
l into a dead, su
h from my lungs. A sharp pain shot through my ribs. I glanced up at Gideon. His face was a mask of thunderous, barel
nd take a consort-and to explicitly name his mistress-was the ultimate insult. It w
pristine family honor she cherished had ju
me, her mouth han
led with the oppressive heat of his dragon's br
e crushing grip of his tail around my waist loo
e was dangerously quiet, colder than the northern
sheard. "Brother? You want me to apo
shing authority of a Dragon Lord. The sheer force of h
e in his tone. She shuffled forward and sque
, yet still laced with an undeniable command. "Auro
ed me. To the awe-struck servants watching, it looked
wrong. Gideon Carlisle was a proud, arrogant man. He did
ach. This wasn't an act of love. He was calculating something. He was either desperately
t curtsy, finally slipping free f
calculation lay behind this
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