What are the odds? What are the f*****g odds that my son gets his second chance at life and on the very next day, the assholes who captured him and tortured him are here? It’s too f*****g coincidental and I don't like it.
‘Peace, my dragon,’ my mate says, soothing the fury that’s rising inside of me. I can feel her walking this way, probably in response to the anger bubbling inside me. ‘Let’s see what they have to say for themselves.’
“You have a lot of f*****g nerve coming here after what you did,” Cedric growls. For once, he and I are in perfect harmony.
“I won’t let you kill him. You’ll have to go through me,” the earth dragon hybrid says, moving to stand in front of the fire dragon hybrid.
“You may carry my DNA, but you’re still part human. I, however, am all dragon. It would take
