Andor –
“Hey lizard lips, how is your broken nose?” I ask proudly as I scoff at his injuries from our fighting.
Cadma –
“How’s your broken arm, stinky mutt?” Laughing as I got the better punches in.
Andor –
“Listen in all seriousness thank you for setting me straight. So, when is Irlas giving me a ride to save my mate?”
Cadma laughs, “It is more likely your mate will have to save you once you get there.”
Jasper, my wolf, growls and is pushing to come forward to rip out Cadma’s throat. I laugh at my wolf because he does not want to fight a real dragon.
Jasper –
“Whatever, I can take that dragon down and fry his guts over a fire.”
Andor ---
“Yeah, right Jasper, I know you are, tough man, but you will end up a flaming Wolf by his dragon. Which, by the way, would fry me as well. Not
