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I frown. This is not the greeting I expected. “Do you know who I am?”
“That depends on which context you’re referring to.” Her voice rakes over me, a delicious ripple of pleasure against my senses.
“We met,” I say, “in the city.”
“Oh, I remember,” she says darkly. “It’s not something I could forget, unfortunately.”
Unfortunately?
“You are my mate.”
“Yes, I’m aware.” She sighs. “A fact that’s equally unfortunate.”
Irritation stabs through me. “You would speak to your fated mate that way?”
“I would speak to my enemy that way,” she says icily.
“What makes you think I’m your enemy?”
“You’re a being from hell, are you not?”
Irritation tightens my expression.
“You are the monster they call the death dragon,” she presses. “An evil creature responsible for wiping out empires and killing innocents.”
Anger overtakes confusion. I straighten and close the distance, standing before her. She is smaller than me though she doesn’t retreat at my presence. If anything, she looks more determined—for what, I don’t know.
“Why did you come out here if not to give yourself to me?”
“Give myself to you?” She stares at me with something like disgust, and my blood boils. “Does that kind of talk really work where you’re from?” She shakes her head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but you’re the one trespassing on my property. And I didn’t come out here to screw you, asshole. I came to kill you.”
Chapter 7
Tori
The death dragon stares back at me with enough fire in his gaze to burn my skin. The moment I state my real intentions, he’s half-ready to kill me, too; that much is easy to read. But he holds back. Rather than analyze the reason why for too long, I get down to what I came here to do. I’ve spent the last few hours in my shop preparing to hunt him. Only to have him come to me in the end.
It’s an opportunity I can’t waste.
Unfortunately, firing the arrow I dipped in poison won’t work up close, so I improvise. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a vial. A deadly combination of hemlock and belladonna made more potent by the blood of a dark witch. It’s warm to my touch, and I waste no time uncapping it and tossing it at my mate.
He retreats so quickly I almost don’t see him move.
The poison lands among the dead leaves where he just stood and the ground it coats immediately turns black as the grass shrivels and dies.
He glances from the poisoned ground to me, his eyes flashing with power and rage unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. He closes the distance between us as suddenly as he left. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of his presence, I back away, stopping only when my back thuds against the large elm tree behind me.
“You would dare to try to kill me?” he snarls.
His voice is barely more than an enraged breath. The sound of drums beats against my ears. My vision swims with battles and blood and a dragon with scales the color of midnight breathing fire and brimstone at the center of it all.
“There is no try, only do,” I say.
His eyes narrow. “I am capable of destroying you with one breath, little fae. You are no match for me.”
I know I’m supposed to be terrified at his threat, especially when he’s obviously capable of backing it up. But I can’t help the anger that surges upon hearing him confirm Uziah’s claims. So, instead of cowering like I’m sure he expects me to do, I ask the only question that matters, especially if I’m about to become kindling.
“Why did you curse me?”
