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“Why are you-?” she stuttered over hiccupping breaths. “Cry, Amalia,” Rurik said, in his human form rather than his scaly one. He pulled her tighter. “It is fine.”
He wanted them on the same level so they could suffer together, by themselves.
“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?” “By my hips, I would imagine.”
She didn’t turn to him, but she said, “The view is quite lovely here.” With his eyes still on her, he answered, “Yes, it is.”
If she does not breathe, I will incinerate the world. A rumbling, dark growl bubbled from his chest like thunder as his face morphed into rage, and fury, and resentment so deep he knew he’d never felt anything like this before. If the world thinks I am hateful now, just wait until they see me if she is taken from it.
“I will have the child that is promised to me, and if any of you try to get in the way, I will rip your hearts from your chests and feed them to her so that she can live as long as me!”
