Wings, horn, his eyes even brighter, Onix’s voice seemed to deepen several octaves as he asked, “Is this what you fear wife? Me?” Neveah stared at him shocked he’d think that, but Onix’s intensity couldn’t be questioned or soothed.
Instead, he was even more furious seeing her expression of a mixture of something he couldn’t name. Didn’t want to.
Because if there was any true fear, hate, or disgust, he’d feel it. Like stabbing daggers to the heart, a sword straight through him., Onix wouldn’t be able to tolerate being this close to her. Not feeling those type of emotions. They’d break him in half.
So as her trust, love, and loyalty burned through their bond and felt like ice on a burn after her distrust, Onix’s rasp was serious as was his threat, “Wife...I don’t care who might fear me
