It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons.
J. R. R. Tolkien
Piper screamed as Mikhail grunted and fell back, but Conrad was not through with him, not by a long shot. Mikhail tried to fight back, but it was clear he had been weakened from whatever Conrad had put in the syringe. Blow after blow struck Mikhail, in the ribs, in the head, in the back, until he finally had no energy left to defend himself. Only then did Conrad finally stop. Piper was hoarse from screaming. Conrad pocketed the car keys and stared at Mikhail's body, his face filled with loathing.
"It's nothing personal, Barinov. Oh, who am I kidding? It's become very personal. But it's more than that. You became too human. Mating for love? Mating with a human? Didn't you learn anything from Elizabet
