I shake my head. This is vital information. “Perhaps not, or perhaps he is biding his time. Is anything lost?” I ask, nodding to the pile of supplies on the ground.
Milaye takes the torch from me and checks, kneeling. I scan our surroundings. I think I see something shift behind a rock, but it is far away and I cannot be sure…
“My shells are gone.”
“Is that all? Are they important?”
“Nothing else has been taken, and no, they’re not… Apparently he likes to collect pretty things.”
My eyes snap to hers, but she is not looking at me. Instead, she takes an oddly foamy item from a pouch and crushes it over the meager fire. It flares back to life, but doesn’t grow until she adds the new roots. Then it blazes, drenching everything in light.
I wince. I do not like light, at least not so much of it, but I do not tell her this. The more light I am in, the more darkness I crave—though the effect is slow, and I can handle it for a while.
But my human is a light bringer.
I will always crave the darkness near her. In all ways…
“You went into his den?” I bark. I dislike this far more than the light.
“I did.” She nods, sits back, blinks her eyes away from the flames, and grabs another thick leather pouch, raising it to her mouth. She gulps from it then turns, handing it to me. “It’s water. Old water at this point, but it’s something.”
Moving to her side, I take it, swallowing some down. Heaven. It’s delicious and fresh. Old is the last thing I would call it, considering I have not had water in ages.
I take another swallow and scan the area again. “Do not enter a single male’s den again,” I tell her. “You are mine now.”
Her eyes slant. But she hands me a small cloth. “I won’t.”
“Good,” I growl. “What is this?” I ask, peering at the cloth curiously. Humans are curious.
“Something to wipe the blood off your hands.”
Once again, she is taking care of me, I realize with a glower. I wipe my hands anyway, satisfied to find the wounds are small and already healing, and toss the cloth into the fire. “Now, you should rest.”
“There’s—”
“No. I sense you are tired, and unlike you, I am not openly wounded. I will watch over you while my strength rebuilds, as I should have been doing all along.” Her face hardens, but it does not last, her tiredness returning too quickly. I hand her back her water pouch. “Finish this. You need it more than I.”
“We should save it. We may not get anymore.”
“I will not have you go without!” I will force it down her throat if I have to. My frustration can only be pushed so far.
She glares at me as I meet her head-on, and we enter a battle of will. My female is stubborn and wants to be in charge, but that will not happen, not anymore.
Eventually, she sighs and drinks another sip of water, but takes something from one of her pouches first to dab on her tongue. With a huff, she lies down by the fire, facing away from me, her body tense. I am temporarily mesmerized, pulled from my brooding by the glow of the light that falls upon her curves.
And the way her skirt rides up slightly, tempting me with what is waiting underneath. My shaft jerks, more pained now than before.There, I will dominate. There, I will rule.
Soon.
I lower myself to the ground and slide the dagger from her belt. She twists back to gaze at me angrily.
“You are right, female, I am not defeated,” I say. “But I will take this and remain so. You need it no longer.”
“Someday, dragon, you will realize that human women are nothing like the females of your kind. We do not havealphas. Take my dagger. You’re right. I don’t need it.”
She turns back around and settles.
And leaves me in silence with my angry thoughts.
