Insufferable.
He kidnaps me, brings me here, and deserts me. It doesn't help that he's too good looking for his own good. Okay, I'll admit he's more than good looking, but a man cannot survive on looks alone, and it will do him no good when it comes to winning me.
I grab the sword I found yesterday and work it in my hand for a moment to warm up my wrist. I doubt my dragon will appreciate landing on his knees with a knot in his throat that won't go away completely for a few days. He's lucky I pulled the punch.
I don't have long to wait, and I'm in my fighting stance when he storms into the room with a roar. Man, does he have a set of lungs when he can breathe.
Flick, flick. I twist my wrist again ready to strike.
He stops and drills me with eyes filled with perplexity. "That's my sword
