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away from her. “You wouldn’t breathe her air even though she had your husband in bed first?” he taunted her. He tilted his head to the side, considering her. “Or do you just enjoy sloppy human seconds?”
    Celeste’s beautiful face twisted with hatred and rage. She spat at his boots. “That whore tricked my Faolan into bedding her! He would never soil himself with her kind by choice!” she shrieked.
    There was a flash of black scales as raw power hit Zorin like a tidal wave. Both he and Celeste turned toward Faolan as his body shifted and grew into his natural form. Zorin winced, knowing how much pain forcing a shift that fast would cause. Celeste smiled at him and licked her lips as she stared at him as he shook off the last of his shift and leveled his large head at her. She knelt submissively in front of him even as he pounced on her, pinning her to the hard stone beneath his massive body. Instead of being afraid like any normal person, she instead writhed against him, her need and pleasure evident in her glowing face.
    Zorin looked away, embarrassed.
    Faolan growled at her, pressing further against her as she stretched beneath him. He opened his mouth wide, his long teeth pressing against the smooth skin of her cheek. Unafraid, she merely laughed at him and ran her fingers delicately over the tight scales of his jaw. He turned away, disgusted with both her and himself. With an agonizing slowness and intense pain Zorin was sure that he deserved, Faolan forced himself to shift back. Mostly man, but still feral he stumbled away from her. Celeste followed after him, concern marring her beautiful features, but a sharp growl from Faolan had her pausing mid-step.
    “Get away from me,” he hissed at her.
    Celeste whined a little, but at his fierce gaze she stepped away from him. With a flounce, she turned her back on him.
    “She disgusts me,” Faolan said loud enough that Celeste heard him. She gasped and looked hurt, but Faolan didn’t apologize and Celeste didn’t come back.
    Zorin shrugged. Faolan’s marital problems, while entertaining to watch, were hardly his concern. Still, he felt the need to offer some opinion. “She wants power. Isn’t that their way?”
    Faolan huffed something that sounded to the affirmative.
    “So your power calls to her and she reacts to it.”
    Faolan shot him a glare. “It’s not right. She’s a beautiful horrible thing that I can’t believe I still allow to live here.”
    Zorin rolled his eyes. “I remember you taking her into your arms while Isabelle was still here. And I know she’s been in your bed. So don’t play martyr to me, little boy.”
    Faolan stopped and blinked at him. “I have needs that a wife will fill,” he replied.
    Zorin nodded. “A wife would fill them. And judging by Celeste’s lithe body and rounded curves she fills them well.” Faolan glared at him. “But she is not the gentle Isabelle. This wife is more your kind, your equal. Isabelle—”
    Faolan cut him off with a raised hand and a sharp look. “Isabelle was human, but she was not weak.”
    Zorin tilted his head, considering him carefully. “No, I suppose she’s not. She lived here for over a year. And she put up with you and your father. Not many women would have. Certainly not human ones.”
    “My father wishes to speak with you,” Faolan told him before turning away.
    Zorin raised a perfectly arched black brow. “My weekly meetings have always been with the Draconian king of the Kasak Mountains. Are you not him?”
    He paused, a shudder going through him as old memories seemingly wound tightly around him. “We will meet later. For now, go visit him.”
    “What does he wish to talk about?”
    Faolan shook his head. “I don’t know. Just please, go see him. You and I will speak later. For now I must be with my son, Sebastian.”
    Zorin nodded and bowed his head slightly. “Of course. I will see you shortly.”Faolan nodded and left, leaving Zorin alone on the cliff to follow