A Dragon Mate

Venyra stared at the ruined timber of the door, her heart hammering a frantic, bruising rhythm against her ribs. She looked from the splintered wood scattered across the woven rug to Myrena, absolute disbelief freezing her facial features. How could Myrena have brought her to this beautifully decorated room without Flamecleaver’s explicit permission? The sheer danger of her current situation suffo