Even though he'd torn her wings asunder, causing red to stain her bare back, I still loved her. I held Affin in my thick hands watching her small form shudder with sobs I couldn't bear to hear, tears I had no way to stop, and pain I couldn't make go away.
Once she'd been a fae. A precious gem in nature's treasure. The goblin ruined that. There's no possibility to control the rage simmering just beneath the surface.
When I can put her down, I'll find the one responsible and rip out his heart. What else are dragons good for?
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