Roxy's finger hovered over the 'NO'.
Logic screamed at her to walk away. She had four babies at home waiting for her. She had a wolf king who was already insecure and a Dragon King who incinerated problems first and asked questions never.
Bringing home a stray dog was one thing, but bringing a half-dead serpent prince with ruptured venom sacs was going to bring disaster.
"No," she whispered to herself. "Absolutely not. I am not running a house for dangerous mythological creatures."
Even though I gave birth to two.
[TheSassyGoddess says you might as well enjoy two dicks at the same time.]
Roxy shivered at the thought.
She began to lower her hand, ready to grab her basket of chickens and sprint back to the safety of Kaelen's arms.
But then, Syris let out a broken whimper. His massive tail gave a weak twitch of agonizing pain; he was pathetic and was dying alone on the grass.
Roxy felt pity for him.
