Avery
The judgement hall smelled of Erik’s burned flesh, and it turned my stomach. That or it was these babies… eggs? My dragon dropped that bomb last night as Erik carried me back to the room. I remembered she’d said she’d protect me and the dragonlings from Dorian when he had me on the bed, but I thought she meant the ones Dorian had sired.
Last night my dragon said she’d created four dragon babies from our mate’s seed. I’d had visions of her collecting ingredients and baking a batch of dragon eggs. It was ridiculous and didn’t sit with what I knew of human reproductive science. I shouldn’t have produced an egg for at least two weeks after my implant removal, but apparently, it works differently for dragons. They weren’t kidding when they said red dragons were super breeders. I didn’t
