“Is she alright?”
“T-The Madam’s body is trying to cope with the upcoming fortnight, Your Highness.”
“Fortnight? My mate is a mortal. What does she get to do with that date?”
“I hope I can answer your question, Great Fire Dragon... I really hope I can.”
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TONYA COULD HEAR FIRE TALKING WITH OCTAVIA. She was also aware that they talked about her based on how the brute’s voice sounded constricted and worried. Were they standing just next to the bed she was lying on? It seemed like.
She wanted to ask them what was wrong. She got this really bad hunch about how her body felt sore, burning, and as heavy as hundred bricks, but...
“F-Fire...” She mentally cursed, hearing the slight stutter in her voice. The brute’s name was one syllable, and she couldn’t even say it right. Something
