Bound To The Immortal Beast
I offer a handshake.
“Likewise,” Kelvin smiles, about to take my hand, when another yanks me up.
A gasp tears from my lips as I slam into Drogo’s chest. His eyes consume mine with anger. One arm traps my waist possessively, the other gripping my wrist.
A low growl rumbles from his chest as his face hovers inches from mine.
If looks could kill, I’d be a decaying bones six feet under. Why does he look so upset, like I stepped on his beastly tail and enraged him?
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