Rose"s whimpers of pain dissolved Zale"s control like acid. Fat tears rolled down her face at an alarming speed. He wanted to throw the woman wielding the sewing needle back into the house and lock her there. His dragon didn"t care she was trying to help. Rose was in pain and he needed it to stop. But the brave beauty didn"t pull her hand back… not once… not even when that other woman had cut her. Bloodthirsty females.
But Rose was remarkable. Despite his attempts to remember he wasn"t a suitable mate for her, his dragon preened at the thought of having this woman. Though, truthfully, any dragon would be honored to mate her.
"Almost done," Tia murmured.
"Good," Rose pushed the single syllable through her clenched teeth.
If she was his mate, his blood could have repaired her skin much m
