“I am more concerned about practicality than flamboyance,” Mildred scoffed at some comment Marguerite had made. “The main thing that matters is that it comes off easily for our wedding night so that I can produce a fine Dragon Heir for the next generation of Acruxes-” My fist snapped out so suddenly that I wasn’t even certain when I’d decided to strike her, but as my knuckles collided with her bristly jaw, a dark smile pulled at my lips and the shadows in me stirred with hunger.
