“I’m sure she’s fine,” the Dragon said again. In less than twelve hours he had managed to find Ari’s last nerve, rip it out, step on it, throw it from the window, light it on fire, and bring it back to life, only to repeat the process twice over. She was half a breath away from telling the Dragon that his boon be damned, he had the choice of lying quietly while she tore out his heart...or struggling while she tore out his heart. And oh, how she hoped he picked the struggling if it came to that.
