Chapter 45

Roxanne

At last, I enter his rooms. The front area is where we eat. There's a large table on one side. A large doorway opens to a medium-sized room that is dedicated to books. I can't read, so I've never asked to look at one. Reading and schooling never seemed important. Every day of my life held one focus: the death of a dragon.

Slowly, I inch my way to his bedroom. I've only ever taken a quick glance inside. He has a large window with an outer ledge so he may shift. It's not the window I'm looking for, though.

He's propped on his side, his eyes open and appraising. I've seen him naked so many times, but this is different. A thin cover rests over his hips and leaves his chest and one leg bare. He's beautiful and I'm completely inadequate.

I can no longer hold back my tears. They trail down my cheeks. I said I wouldn't cry when he beds me and now it's a lie. I inhale. "I've come to beg, dragon." I take a step forward intending to walk closer then drop to my knees.

He's out of the bed