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Lightning fast she spins toward him, pulling the pick axe from his belt. She grips his shoulder-length hair and jerks his head back, as she brings the axe to his throat.
“Wait, please!” he begs, but she keeps the blade pressed to his skin.
Everyone stops what they are doing to stare at her. The entire place completely silent except for the thudding of my boots on the floor as I push my way toward her, and the howling of the wind outside the tavern.
“How dare you touch me,” she grinds out.
“I—I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” he pleads. “I swear.”
I move to her side. “I’ve got this,” she seethes as a trickle of blood slides down his throat.
Fire burns in her eyes as she glares at the Dwarf. Pride fills my chest. She is as fierce as a Dragon female, and I am completely and utterly obsessed with her. She will be a fine mother to our fledglings.
“If you’re going to murder him, I’ll ask that you please do it outside,” Garvin says nervously.
Freyja turns to me. “Throw him out into the cold.”
I crack my knuckles, but she puts a hand on my shoulder and leans in to whisper. “Do not kill him.” I growl low in my throat, wanting to do just that. “We do not need that kind of attention here. I’ve already drawn enough attention to us.”
Sweeping my gaze over the room, I realize that she is right. Reluctantly, I nod.
She steps back, and I wrap my hand around his throat and lift him into the air. He struggles as I tighten my grip, dragging him to the doors. I kick them open and launch him out into the snow. He hits the building across the way with a sickening thud before sliding to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Everyone stares in silence as I step back inside and walk toward her. I narrow my eyes at the crowd as I loop my arm around Freyja’s waist.
Garvin raises his hands. “All right, everyone! Back to your business! There is nothing more to see here!”
Slowly, they turn back to their tables and the dull roar of conversation starts up again.
CHAPTER19
FREYJA
With the pick axe still in my hand, Aurdyn and I make our way toward the stairs. Several pairs of eyes track us. The weight of their stares is uncomfortable, and worry pricks the back of my neck. We’re the only two humans here, and we just beat up one of their fellow Dwarves. Hopefully, no one is inclined to seek revenge on his behalf.
Aurdyn loops his strong arm around my waist. His masculine scent surrounds me, and I lean into him, thankful in this moment for the possessive gesture. Many look away, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his death stare or my blade.
“You have the heart of a Dragon,” Aurdyn’s voice rumbles in my ear. “As brave as you are fierce.”
I cannot deny the swell of pride at his words. High praise indeed. Especially, given the fact that he thinks humans are pitiful creatures. I arch a brow. “Does this mean you realize you were wrong about humans? That we are not weak?”
“I was wrong aboutyou.” His eyes meet mine evenly. “As for the rest of your kin… I’ve only ever dealt with the males, and I believe they may be the weaker half of your species.”
I smile brightly at him. “I agree.”
We walk up the narrow staircase and into the hallway. Several rather loud and suggestive noises filter out from the doors as we pass and my cheeks flare with heat. I believe I understand now why the Dwarf mentioned valuing customer’s privacy. Aurdyn is right. This place is probably more of a brothel than an inn.
“Dwarves,” Aurdyn grumbles again, lips curling in disgust. “They breed like rabbits.”
When we reach our door, the key rattles loosely in the lock, telling me this has probably been forced several times. I grab the handle and push the door open. It swings in with a heavy creak, and we step inside.
A bed much too small for the both of us rests in the far corner. Across from it is a fireplace with a few burning embers and a stack of corded wood beside the hearth.
Aurdyn takes off his necklace, returning to his Dragon form. Dressed only in black pants while his upper half remains bare. Unable to stop myself, my gaze travels over the thick cords of muscle that wrap around his arms and his back. He is definitely more handsome in his Dragon form than he is as a human. He moves with a lethal grace that belies his towering, muscular form.
I observe in shocked fascination as he quickly throws some logs on the fire, stirring the embers with the tip of his tail until flames begin to lick at the edges of the wood.
“You truly do not burn?”
