“Terrible, ruthless, regina,” Xander’s dragon rasps inside my head. “In all our lives together, you have never, not once, asked me to hurt you.” “Don’t heal it,” I mumble faintly. “That’s the rule.” “By all rights I should take you to my den, lay you face down upon my treasure and remind you who owns you.” I can barely make a snarky reply of “Is that a promise?” before I let the darkness swallow me whole.
