37. Lord Mordecai, at your service.

**Gwen**

At first, Gwen looked up at Rhydian in confusion. For a few seconds, she kept intense eye contact with him, noticing the little flame in his eyes, burning brighter with each moment passing.

"The heat, it is starting now, right?" she whispered, oddly enough, finding herself growing more excited than worried, or afraid.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out!" Rhydian roared, his jaw clenched, veins on h