brought her dragons here. Why would she waste the resources? It
would have made better sense for them to have stayed at home. Statistically,
they were likely to lose more people this way than the numbers they would lose
from one of their raids.
A pang in her heart made her rub her chest. Amanda did like
to communicate. Any way she could. Right now, she wanted Princess to focus on
something other than numbers. Relationships. Right .
She had other things on her mind, which included getting
this human male settled so he could relax and accept the dragon that would fill
his mind. True connections with humans were rare and, as much as Dean Andrews
had a nasty temper and a difficult way about him, he would eventually take his
place and form a relationship. Ultimately he’d love it, as all their hosts did.
After all, those who had hosts held leadership positions.
What more could anyone want?
“Come with me, Dean Andrews.”
“No.” He wrenched her forward, slamming her body against the
marble wall. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” His hands went around her neck,
positioned to squeeze should he decide to do so. “You’re going to let me out of
here or I’m going to take the life from your body. Do you understand, dragon?”
She couldn’t swallow and speech would hurt. Yet he needed to
hear what she said so she could be sure he understood his decision correctly. “You
may kill this body. That will only…” She gasped. “Eliminate Amanda. She lives
with me. Or not at all. I have two bodies. You will never take out my dragon.”
Dean snarled. She recognized that look from the feral beasts
they occasionally brought home to store during food shortages. Despite the
humans’ beliefs, they only ate human flesh on rare occasions. Mostly, wild game
sufficed. The question remained, would he get hold of his temper or should she
leave Amanda to die?
She watched his indecision for one second before he dropped
his hands from her throat. Princess rubbed the tender skin there. Her own
scales, safely hidden away in her private sleeping area, would have handled the
assault better.
“If I look in a reflective pool, shall I see your
fingerprints on Amanda’s skin?” The man had some feelings left for a girl he’d
known only briefly. Perhaps he’d treat her more kindly if she reminded him of
that fact.
“You will.” He grabbed her arm to stop her from moving
forward. “I want to be clear. You’re a dragon. I’m going to find a way to free
Amanda from you. She’s going to leave here. You aren’t.”
“There is no Amanda without me. I am the stronger creature.
When I joined my mind with hers, I took her as my own. She lives, sort of,
within my soul. My relationship with her is much like that of a parent to a child.
She softens me and I make sure all is well in her world.” Princess stared up at
Dean. “I want you to understand that. If she dies, I return to my body and at
some point I will find another host. It matters not. If you kill her, she’s
dead. Because that’s all you humans do, when it comes down to it. You die.”
The human male had the audacity to smile at her. A big,
toothy grin that showed his gums. In dragon-speak it would be considered
threatening, and she held no doubt that Dean intended it that way as well.
“Why, dragon, I think I’ve rattled you. How lovely.”
There seemed no point giving this man any more thought than
she already had. He would fall into line. Amanda had been resistant, which
might be remembering it mildly. Yet she’d gone along because she had no choice.
Force the human consciousness down and the dragon could control it. Dean
Andrews would live by the consent of one of her comrades. End of story.
“Come with me. You require food and, before that, a shower.”
“Oh really? Does my human dirt bother you?” He laughed but
followed her forward. “Here are a couple of things you should know before we
continue.”
Princess sighed. Whichever dragon took him would