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Kymri stared up at him in awe.
His female.
But she was too small. She was human.
He wanted to see her dragon.
He bent his head toward her, sniffing.
The scent of Richmund’s magic shackled her. Confined her.
His large head swung back to the dragon king and he growled in his face.
You are not my king. I have no king. I answer to no one.
The king lunged at him, teeth snapping. You will submit.
All of Jori’s life had been lived in peaceful existence. Loving his parents, adventures around the world, taking life in stride. He had never felt the need to control events around him, never struck out at another. Acts of violence were acts of survival.
What thrummed through him now was pure and raw. The instinct to destroy what had tried to dominate him blurred his vision and filled his chest. His fist-claws curled with the desire to strike and rip. To claim and make this place, these servants, his own. These females his own. He was power and they were there to serve him.
Jori’s human brain was screaming inside him, but his dragon did not wish to hear such a feeble voice.
The dragon king lunged again.
Yet Jori could smell Richmund’s fear as he went on the offensive.
The king would make Jori submit to his will or he would kill him.
All or nothing.
Chapter 23
Kymri stumbled backward along with everyone else to allow for the extra space needed to accommodate Jori’s size. The cave, as large as it was, had suddenly become claustrophobic.
The king’s guards were shouting to move in, but there wasn’t enough room for them to shift. Some were scrambling to figure out how to help their king. Everyone else looked on as though it were a spectator sport. Spotting Elora on the far side, her back to the cave wall, Kymri, pushed her way toward her.
“Kymri Steelscale?” The shock of seeing her son was still etched into her features as she turned to Kymri in recognition.
“Madam Ambassador, how do we remove these shackles?”
Elora blinked, “I uhm, the king, he has to touch them and release the spell.”
“How do we get out of here?”
“With great difficulty, if you can’t fly.”
Kymri bristled at the sound of Stenlen’s voice shouting over the sound of snarling dragons echoing through the cave.
She turned, snarling at him, putting herself between Elora and the male.
“You won’t be going anywhere until the king decides you may.”
Clive and Merwin moved in, surrounding the women.
“I suggest we move out of the way while our king puts his son in his place.”
“I’m not leaving without him,” Elora spat. “How the hell did he get here?”
