“Where is she?” Viper demanded, glaring at Tandor. “I left her in your care.”
Tandor’s eyes glowed and dark copper scales ran up over his neck and cheeks as he fought with his dragon for control. It was ready to strike out at the damn cat-shifter. Breathing deeply, Tandor pulled on his calm center, the one that helped him as a healer, and soothed his dragon. Raising a hand to the corner of his mouth, he sent a request to the symbiot on his wrist to heal the cut and bruise from where Viper had hit him.
“Hitting the commanding officer of a Valdier Warship is not in your best interest,” Tandor replied coolly. “You are a guest on the Horizon, Prince d’Rojah. As such, you are held to the same rules as the other members aboard this ship.”
“You gave your word that you would protect my mate,” V
