Yes, she and the dragon had definitely been dancing, perhaps not intentionally but the tension was rife between them. The not so subtle scenting of each other, the sparks they felt between their bodies. The lingering closeness the held under the guise of defence practice.
Yesterday she'd made herself a vow to free herself from the Drow's dominance and have him... Now the girl was giving her permission to do exactly that. Offering her lover up on a silver platter... oh... no, any other sort of platter.
It was a disconcerting to think Annabel was so devoted that she try to fetch another lover for her dragon. The barriers between her and the delicious dragon seemed to be dissolving, she hardly even cared anymore that she would likely fall under his control, addicted by his perfect blood. Ho
