Maryk transformed into his dragon-form for the fourth time in one day. His body—from his muscles right down to the marrow in his bones—ached with the force of the changes. He grunted as he unfurled his wings.
"Do I need to carry her?" Zale asked, insinuating Maryk was weak.
"I can carry one small human."
His words belied the reality. Carrying this one small precious human was an awesome responsibility. Tension strained across his shoulders. If anything happened to her in his care…
He shuddered. He"d already risked everything to save her. Just touching her had made his life forfeit according to the terms of his punishment. But he would do it all again. He hoped the judgment on his actions would take the circumstances into account, but even if they didn"t, he couldn"t regret saving her.
