CHAPTER NINETY THREE
"You seem to care a lot about them?" Drakar's voice drops to a dangerous growl, scales flickering along his jawline.
Daela nods, mistaking the quiet drop in her captor's voice to be empathy.
"They're my friend, I care about them__"
"That's enough!" Drakar breathes harshly, bitter-hot jealousy washing through his veins like molten fire, Daela jerks, finally noticing her captor's dark, terrifying expression.
Fear and confusion radiate through her; this is not the emotion she has hoped to evoke from Drakar; Daela expected to gain even the slightest pity, but the dragon looks ready to burn her to ash and claim what remains.
Daela's legs falter backwards, but Drakar doesn't allow it; in a rapid blur of supernatural speed, he snatches Daela's arm violently, jerking her smaller frame against his burning chest.
