The Father's Captive, The Sons' Obsession
I sobbed, shrinking back.
The guards behind him drew their weapons, ready to execute me for disrespecting the King.
But Dragon raised a single hand, stopping them instantly.
His eyes never left my face.
He looked at me as if I were a ghost, as if I were the only source of water in a burning desert.
“Your daughter,” King Dragon growled, his voice suddenly thick with a dark, obsessive possessiveness that made my stomach drop. “How old is she?”
“T-Twenty-four, my King,” my father stammered, confused.