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Despite being totally underqualified, I did as Bacudal instructed, and backed myself into the darkest corner I could find, stretching my ears out to listen. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I was convinced it was going to burst through my ribcage.The minutes ticked by, and finally, I heard a crash. It sounded like the front door being kicked open. I could feel a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the cold temperature. I swallowed thickly, trying to push my fear down as far as I could. I can do this. I can do this.A childish snicker from Bacudal followed by another slam, a crash. Footsteps coming up the stairs.“STOP!” Bacudal is screaming. Even though he knew the Gud was coming for his babies, I cou
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“Shit!” I sit up quickly, gasping and frantic as I try to figure out where I am.“My lady!”There were hands all over me, grabbing my face, touching me.“Back up!” I yell without really thinking, and everyone listens. I looked around frantically, trying to find out where I was. Was that real? Was Bacudal really dead? Where were his dragon babies? Had I saved them? My heart was pounding in my chest, and the back of my head hurt from where the man had grabbed a chunk of my hair. I reach back and can feel the tangles and knots. It was real. All that really did just happen.I was on the ground in the middle of the area in front of the common house. I was dresse
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We pushed the wedding back a day, to give the dragon babies time to get in. We didn’t want them landing in the middle of the ceremony. It was Erik’s idea, and I was a little surprised. But when he leaned into my ear and said he wanted me to be focused on nothing but him on our wedding night, it made sense again.He was just being a hornball. Meanwhile, all I could think about was how the hell I was supposed to raise dragons. Erik told me everyone would help, so they would really just need love from me. “Dragons need love?” I asked when he said that. He shrugs. “Unless you planned on using them for slaves, without love, a dragon is just a feral creature.” I shake my head. “I would never keep anything as a slave.” Erik smiles. “Then they will come to you for that. Eventually they will gain human forms, like Bacudal did. “I wonder who loved him…” I mused. “You already know the answer to that.” Erik had said. It was Sanju. I was sitting on the window ledge in Erik’s room right n
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“You are already attached.” Erik says as he stands in front of me a few minutes later. He’s placed Binny in the nest he made with pillows and blankets already, and is taking Bacus from my arms to do the same. “Go get comfy.” I nodded and pulled my pants off so I was just in a shirt and underwear. “You tired?” I ask Beatrix. She chirps, and yawns. “Of course you are. I’m proud of you for finding me.” I whisper, petting her cheek with one finger. She chirps again, and blinks heavily, leaning into me. I did not think dragons would be so affectionate. How could anyone make this thing into a slave? Erik was right, I was already getting attatched. Thinking of someone hurting them made rage bubble in my stomach.I climbed into the nest, waiting for Beatrix to hop off my shoulder and curl up with her siblings. I honestly had no idea if she was even a she, or if the other two were boys. I was just guessing. But she had pretty, almond shaped eyes with thick, short lashes that looked so feminin
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“Shit!” I sit up quickly, gasping and frantic as I try to figure out where I am.“My lady!”There were hands all over me, grabbing my face, touching me.“Back up!” I yell without really thinking, and everyone listens. I looked around frantically, trying to find out where I was. Was that real? Was Bacudal really dead? Where were his dragon babies? Had I saved them? My heart was pounding in my chest, and the back of my head hurt from where the man had grabbed a chunk of my hair. I reach back and can feel the tangles and knots. It was real. All that really did just happen.I was on the ground in the middle of the area in front of the common house. I was dresse
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Despite being totally underqualified, I did as Bacudal instructed, and backed myself into the darkest corner I could find, stretching my ears out to listen. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I was convinced it was going to burst through my ribcage.The minutes ticked by, and finally, I heard a crash. It sounded like the front door being kicked open. I could feel a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the cold temperature. I swallowed thickly, trying to push my fear down as far as I could. I can do this. I can do this.A childish snicker from Bacudal followed by another slam, a crash. Footsteps coming up the stairs.“STOP!” Bacudal is screaming. Even though he knew the Gud was coming for his babies, I cou
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It’s cold. Very cold. Where am I that’s so cold? Last I remember I was walking with Reni… I remember getting incredibly hot, the exact opposite of the temperature I was currently feeling around me.“Gudinna? Are you here with me?” I open my eyes, sitting up and smacking my head into something immediately. I back up a little at the sight of Bacudal inches away from my face, his yellow slitted eyes staring into mine. I look around, pushing myself off the floor. “Why am I here? What's happening?” I ask, my eyes flicking to his nest of eggs in the middle of the cold, freezer-like room. “I called you here. It’s urgent.” He came forward again, his eyes darting every which way. “There is a Gud here, on my land.” I watch him as he darts towards his eggs, laying a hand on each one before looking back at me. “I fear he comes for my babies.” My heart stops. “Why would he come for them?” I step forward and he slithers down to me again. “They will imprint on and serve whoever touches them
