Erik
Remington’s blade hand stiffened, pausing in its carving of my abdomen, the blade tip next to my umbilicus.
“It seems I’m needed. I must take my mate to see her daughter.” Remington’s voice held sick enjoyment.
Who was his poor mate and her daughter? Agony still raged unchecked through my body, and the blood loss was now heightening my light-headedness.
I refused to believe he’d just killed my sister, but who the hell had just been blown up?
I felt a flicker of my dragon in my mind. His image appeared, then faded. Mara must have given me that suppressant when she kissed me, so it was likely wearing off faster. Demetri used to inject it, and it would wear off after about twenty-four hours.
Gradually I felt the blood loss slow as my abdominal wounds knitted together, and my dragon
