They all stop at once, their hands freezing mid-action and their breaths hitching as if the air had suddenly turned too cold to breathe.
I slowly raise my head to see who’s come, tears sliding down to my ears.
My heart pauses. Drogo?
A pang of relief washes through me, but I’m too lightheaded to make sense of it. Didn’t he abandon me earlier?
“Repeating myself will require a lot of blood wetting the damn floor,” he warn.
The three males shift away and shuffle to the corner, covering the parts they’d torn bare. The males glance at each other, jaws clenching, but none dare move.
One of them finally breaks the thick, tense silence, his voice low and cautious. “You said we could—”
“You lost your chance,” Drogo cuts him off. “Besides, I’m quite curious if you need that tongue of yours. I
