She stepped back. "Stay there."
His golden eyes glittered. "Or what, little one?"
"I will shoot you with ice."
A dark grin stretched across his monstrous face. "Do it."
She blinked.
Korin tilted his massive head. "Go ahead. Push your power out. Hit me anywhere."
“I don’t want to kill you. I. . .just want answers and to go home.”
“A mate cannot kill their mate. It is impossible.”
Sol’s eyes narrowed. "I am not your m—”
He watched her struggle with finishing the sentence and then laughed.
“I warned you, Korin."
“Do it.”
“Fine. I will.”
Dear God. What will happen when I blast him?
Chapter thirteen
The Fire that Doesn't Burn
Sol
The air around her dropped ten degrees as she gathered every ounce of magic within. She dug deep, down to that ancient vein of cold fury and sacred blood that pulsed beneath her ribs. Light burst at her fingertips—silvery blue specks swimming in cold, sparkling white. The glow crackled. Icy wind whipped her hair around her face.
Then she released it.
The blast of magic surged like a tidal wave of winter, roaring from her hands and crashing straight into Korin’s jaw. It hit him with a crack that reverberated through the hoard, throwing frost across gold and gems.
Take that.
He didn’t move.
Korin simply grunted.
Steam rose from his scales, twisting into the air in translucent coils as if her frost cooled him, not harmed him. His massive head tilted back.
Then he loudly groaned and those big gold eyes rolled back in pure pleasure.
What?
Next, the coins beneath his massive body began to stir as a plop sounded.
What was that?
Sol looked down.
Oh no. His. . .testicles just dropped. They’re. . .huge and. . .oh no. His. . .love blade.
