Erik
The evening breeze flitted across my skin. Avery’s magnificent dragon watched the weyr tearing Dorian apart and torching the remains, her amber eyes alight with victory.
“You’re going to embarrass yourself by staring. Put these on.” Alec pushed shorts into my hands.
The feeling of unfinished business tempered the relief and sense of justice I felt watching the weyr deal with Dorian.
“Where’s Gary?” I shouted up to Irina.
“Knocked out and hogtied up here. Where would you like him deposited, your majesty?” She made a meal of twirling her hand and bowing.
“Brat,” I muttered.
“Might want to start without him. He looks like he’s going to lose his balls to a red dragon queen,” Alec said, gesturing to Avery’s dragon.
Shit. Time to beg for understanding. I approached her, my hands in
