Claimed By The Pure-Blood Dragon Tyrant

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ches, blood smearing across her chin as she me

not daring to look in my direction, his ro

d coldly, clearly bored

. Two of his surviving guards hauled the sobbing, limp Camille off the floor,

only the two of us and the lingering scent

ut of my veins. My knees buckled from the lingering effects

y waist and pulled me firmly

into a weak kitten?" Graydon's low voice rumbled

d my waist held fast like an iron band, the heat of his palm seeping th

go of me now," I said, puffing out my cheeks

tting go, leaned down until his warm br

ont of the Crown Prince that yo

den up," I said, turning my head sli

eant eve

he finally released my waist, turned around, and walked ba

my Frostfire poison. What do you want in exchange for being my healer?" he as

rubbed my sore wrist while my eyes da

d Camille would undoubtedly run crying to her mother. Walking back i

me Kingdom, there was no shield stronger

d her place in this world-but I also had a life from another world. I would play he

his eyes. "I want your backing. You guarantee my ab

ile tugging at the

n, stay out of your court politics, and y

ng me in silence for a few second

alive, you can walk sideways a

r to me, and held out h

t partnership

rmly. His palm was large and cold, yet

he added, his brows furrowing with displeasure as his

ung it over my shoulders, and wrapped it tightly around my b

ated with his unique scent of cedar, frost, and dragon

sh Castle myself," he said, turning on hi

hurried after him, thinking that the bloodthirsty Ninth

riage pulled by two iron-gray scaled Sub-Dragons was waiting on the cobbles

the night air, the corner of my mouth twitched. It looked l