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No, he didn’t know what ruin looked like. And he didn’t know how to rise from the ashes. I’d make sure he never did. Because I would be the bitch that burned down his whole world.
“It’s supposed to be dirty, you shit-eating fuckstain.”
“Step forward, dragon.” Govam’s voice was terse, official. He was in his rightful position again, I guessed. Captain. “You too…” “Muskrat,” someone called out. “I bet he’s a muskrat!” “He ain’t no dragon, that’s for sure,” Vemar drawled. “Dragons don’t play dead. I’d go with possum.” “Yeah, possum,” a few people shouted, snickering. “My parents were wolves,” Jedrek grumbled. “I should be a wolf.”
Nyfain’s dragon swelled in pride, which was a pretty solid tip-off that I’d gone too far.
“We’ll get out of here, and we will bring this fucktacular ass-basket of a kingdom to the ground.”
He looked behind him, both hands free. “I am going, you red-robed fuckbumper. Can’t you see I’m going? Eat a fucking carrot once in a while, and you’d see that.” He straightened up and smoothed his maid dress down his front.
The slash landed somewhere on Hadriel’s front. “What in the holy fucking hell, you goblin cumsplat! Ahh!” Hadriel scurried backward, fell onto his ass, and then crab-walked away as the officer stepped forward.
You are my heart, little dragon. Guard yourself well, because in so doing, you guard the most precious part of me.
They didn’t even use nicknames. It was a shame, because I’d given them a few they could’ve adopted. Like Dickface Barney or Turd Goblin Sue.
I squeezed Leala’s hand. “If I don’t go down in history as the best fucking butler who ever lived, going above and beyond the job, I’m going to slap a bitch.”
