“When have I ever hit you?” Nidia blurted out indignantly.
An awkward silence descended in the room as both half-dragon and drow recalled their first unfortunate meeting, which had left Ysilnod with shattered bones, crushed organs and poison flowing through his veins. The half-dragon coughed.
“Well, I haven’t,” Nidia muttered. “Not since the pact was made. Right?”
‘It was self-defense! He was trying to kill me in my sleep.’
Ysilnod dipped his head further and hid the smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“You are right. I have been blessed with a good mistress.”
Ysilnod wrapped his arm around Nidia’s waist and pulled her onto his lap, then leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Please allow me to continue serving you.”
A streak of sudden boldness drove the drow to press a kiss
