The way he looked at me made my skin prickle. As if I - As if he did not understand. I expected him to. I felt that if no one understood in the world understood, he would. I needed him to understand.
How could Mikhail not understand the thirst for vengeance?
"Say something," I urged when he stayed quiet for too long after I bared my mind to him.
"You have been in here long enough." He took my hand and pulled me from the bath. A spark of irritation tickled my spine.
I stood still as he dried the water on my skin. I stood still but his hands on my skin made me shiver.
"Mikhail -"
"I have had a long week, kitten. Let your heartbeat calm me." I let him pull me to his chest. I let him pull into the small bed. It was not meant to fit a royal dragon but he made it work.
"Mikhail -" I
