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“You are not laughing only because you cannot understand me. I assure you, I am quite hilarious.”
She picked up a bow and pulled the string back as best as she could. Pushing her head into the space she’d created, she pretended to aim it across the room. Then she let the string go. It slapped her in the back of the head and then the long handle smacked her in the face. Instantly she felt blood pooling in her nose. She placed it on the ground with her eyes darting around, thankful that the Dragon hadn’t seen her do that. Her cheeks grew hot. That was embarrassing.
Amalia turned from him, walked to the centre of the room, and sat down cross-legged. Then, to prove her point, she held both her hands up beside her with her palms flat towards the torches. With determination, she held his gaze and mentally chanted the words she needed. Two fireballs released from her hands to fly across the room and light the torches. His eyes widened with horror that she had done it in front of him. She just folded her arms and waited for him to lock her in with her chin tilted up.
“I would have to disagree. I have never been treated so disrespectfully in my life.”
“I fear pain.” She met his eyes with unwavering doubt. “I fear the agony of flames, I fear the stab of a knife, the suffocation of drowning. Death is an escape from worldly senses, and all I want is to not suffer or be afraid when I am living in this world – or dying in it.”
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.
“When you shoved that blade into yourself, you took my heart, but not in the way they thought.”
“Now do the leg thing,” he commanded with a grin.
“Witch,” Glov casually greeted, poking his head in before continuing down the tunnel. Then he suddenly took a step back and shot his head inside the alcove. His eyes widened, and he reared his head back far enough that it smacked against the entryway that was lower than the ceiling.
He gave an irritated huff, gesturing to the spell again with his hand. “I love you. You love me. It makes sense I should have your mark.”
“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!”
“I do not wish to leave.”
She is mine, and she will be with me always.