Chapter Six
Later that evening, Christoff knelt by the fireplace. He carefully arranged a few more pieces of wood on the fire. After dinner, he had helped Edna clean up the kitchen. His gaze flickered to the bedroom on the right before moving to the one on the left.
You let me bite, we no sleep in small bedroom no more, his dragon growled, pacing back and forth inside him.
What if I don’t know what to do? What if we frighten her? What if…, Christoff grimaced when his dragon fell backwards, laughing.
I know what to do, his dragon assured him. You let me bite, you will know too.
She was very firm when she said that was our room, Christoff retorted.
We be even firmer, his dragon snorted. I horny.
You think I’m not? Christoff growled back.
“Are you alright?” Edna asked.
Christoff mutt
