Rurik’s face hurt like the devil. Jason’s one punch had left Rurik feeling agony he normally felt only in battle with another dragon. He spat, the b****y mess landing on the hotel carpet floor. Damien was staring at him, a contemplative look in his eyes, and Jason looked ready to go for round two with him.
“There’s really no way to sever the mating bond?” Damien asked, his tone dangerously quiet.
This time Rurik didn’t feel like trying to hide his answers. Nothing he would say would change whatever it was they intended to do with him.
“Only death can break the bond.” He looked Damien in the eyes. He saw only one option left open to him, even though it would shatter his heart. “Our intention, our hope, was to convince you there was another way between our peoples. But if you are so blind
