DJ's POV
If he wanted an heir that badly, had the man ever considered taking another mate? Or just date?! The confusion in my eyes must have clued Ivan in because he explained:
“You see, dragons are born from fire – not literally – but a female dragon was essentially running a very high fever the entire pregnancy. Ordinary humans and most supernatural’s can’t do that without---”
“Dying?” I supplied when he trailed off his words. Grunting, Ivan nodded.
“I offered to help,” he admitted but didn’t seem too happy about it now. “To see if there was a way to get around that. And some tests we ran were promising, but…” He sighed. “He crossed a line.”
“What line?” I asked with a frown, not liking where this was heading. Especially because it hit way too close to another mad man that ran crazy
