He had never flown that fast before. The wind tore at his skin like invisible blades, cold and vicious, biting deep enough to make his flesh feel like it might split open. But Max did not care. Even if he were to lose a limb right now, even if the wind tore his flesh apart, he would not stop.
It had not even been that long since Max hated Agnia to the core. She had been his first enemy, the woman who wanted to kill him, the woman who had pushed him to the edge of insanity until every part of him wanted her dead. But now, he did not know what he felt for her. It was not love just yet, not something that pure or easy to name, but he saw her as his woman. He wanted to protect her. And he wanted to protect the life they would create together. The selfish part of him was also afraid of losing the Fire Dragon Bloodline, but as quickly as that thought came, it vanished, buried beneath the far more terrifying thought of losing Agnia and the child she carried.
